Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 13 Partnership
"Excuse me, Ms. Nan, please wait a moment, I'll go down and handle it!" the driver said, then got out of the car.

The other person also got off, and when that person turned around, Nan Wu's pupils trembled.

Qianxingjie?
How could it be him?
What is he doing in Ningcheng?
No one knows what the driver said to him, but he suddenly walked towards Nanwu.

Nanwu's heart pounded like a drum, and she clenched her fists tightly.

If he sets his sights on her, she will lose her identity.

Bang bang bang!
He knocked on the car window.

Each sound felt like a blow to Nan Wu's heart. Standing by the window, she put on a pair of glasses.

"Is there something you need?" Nan Wu asked politely with a smile.

In an instant, Qian Xingjie's slightly surprised expression was reflected in the black glasses. His gaze swept over Nan Wu's face twice before returning to calm. "This young lady is so calm. Even after a car accident, you were still able to remain composed!"

Nan Wu felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. Her eyes swept across the car window, glancing at the two undamaged cars. She said casually, "Not even a scratch. Why am I so upset? We can just go through insurance if anything happens!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xingjie burst into laughter, "Interesting, very interesting!"

Fortunately, it was just a minor scratch. If it had been any more serious, Nanwu didn't know if she could have protected herself.

The driver started the car, and Nan Wu didn't dare to roll up the window until it drove away, fearing that the suspicious Qian Xingjie might sniff out some clues.

Nanwu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the others get into the car.

hospital.

Fang Lanxin had just finished an operation. She tapped her water glass on the table, turned around, and froze.

"Hi, Ms. Fang!"

Nan Wu, carrying a bag, leaned lazily against the door frame, her long, slightly wavy hair accentuating her graceful figure.

Fang Lanxin frowned coldly, "Why didn't you knock?"

As she spoke, she went over and pushed Nan Wu aside, then closed the door.

“We’re mother and daughter, why are we being so formal with family? Don’t you think so?” Nan Wu deliberately emphasized the words “mother and daughter,” implying something.

Fang Lanxin snorted coldly, turned around to make tea, and said, "Didn't I remind you that you're not allowed to come to me without my permission? Do you understand...?"

"Don't worry, you've been away from the Nan family for so long, nobody cares about you anymore!" Nan Wu's tone was tinged with revenge.

Fang Lanxin saved her, but then used her grandmother to threaten her and force her to do things she didn't want to do.

She was both an enemy and a benefactor. Nan Wu didn't know how to treat her properly. Since she was pushing her so hard, she could only say some harsh words to hurt her feelings.

Sure enough, Fang Lanxin's back stiffened for a moment, as if some memory had been stirred up. Nan Wu couldn't see her face, but she felt inexplicably sad.

She dared to say that this woman must have a fascinating story behind her.

"What do you want from me?" Fang Lanxin asked, snapping back to reality.

"I can't wait until the day I marry Xiao Jiayang, so you have to let me meet my grandmother now!" Nan Wu's tone was much colder than last time.

On the way here, she had decided that she couldn't just be led by the nose; she had to take back the initiative.

She was afraid, but Fang Lanxin was even more afraid.

Fang Lanxin took a sip of tea, her refusal crisp and cold, "No, it's as we agreed before. Before you marry into the Xiao family, you have no rights whatsoever!"

Nan Wu didn't get angry with her. She crossed her arms and said leisurely, "Who knows what my grandmother's situation is now? Maybe she's not even in your hands, or maybe she's already dead. What if I end up being deceived by you? Wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing?"

With her hands braced on the desk and her body leaning forward, Nan Wu's expression changed. "Let's each compromise. I can refuse to see my grandmother, but you have to let me see her video!"

Fang Lanxin stared at her expressionlessly for a while before finally giving in.

In the video, the elderly woman, dressed in a blue and white nursing home uniform, sits on the edge of the bed, playing with a rag doll in her arms.

Nanwu recognized it at a glance; it was the rag doll that had accompanied her throughout her childhood. As a child, she was very timid, especially at night, and would often scare herself. Her grandmother felt sorry for her and specially sewed a rag doll for her by hand.

Strangely enough, ever since she got this doll, Nanwu suddenly became brave.

After a year apart, Grandma's hair had turned completely white. She was hunched over, muttering to herself to the rag doll, sometimes serious, sometimes laughing.

Nanwu knew that her grandmother regarded it as herself.

My eyes felt hot, and I felt like my breath had been stolen.

The phone was snatched away, and Nanwu chased after it in the air for a while, but ultimately missed.

"Now let's talk about something else!"

When Nan Wu turned around, she had already wiped away her tears and composed herself. "What?"

"Put your wedding with the Xiao family on the agenda, and give me a specific date!"

Nan Wu suddenly looked up, "So urgent?"

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Honestly, have you considered Miss Nan's feelings? Is she really willing to marry Xiao Jiayang?"

Fang Lanxin was still the same expressionless person. No wonder Nan Dongxue didn't want her back then. She was such a blockhead. What man would like her?
"This is none of your business. Don't forget, we're partners!"

Nan Wu was furious and stormed off with her bag.

Who cares who her mother marries? As long as she completes her mission, she'll say goodbye to this family of lunatics.

Whether they want it or not, whether they're happy or not, is none of her business!

Nan family.

The next day, Xiao Jiayang received an invitation from Nan Wu and was overjoyed to sing.

She cancelled all her work, changed into new clothes, sprayed perfume, and prepared to go to the appointment looking all presentable.

Song Hao and he walked towards each other, exchanged greetings, and then Song Hao called him back.

"Assistant Song, can you take a look and see if this outfit suits me?" Xiao Jiayang stood ramrod straight, striking what he thought was a very cool pose.

Song Hao sweet-talked, "Young Master Xiao is so elegant and dignified, he must be an outstanding person. Even if you were wearing a burlap sack right now, you would still be the brightest star in the crowd, let alone this outfit!"

"Haha! Assistant Song really knows how to talk!" This shower of flattery almost made Xiao Jiayang lose his bearings; he's totally swayed by this.

Song Hao's eyes darted around. "Mr. Xiao, you're dressed so handsomely, is it for some important occasion?"

"That's right, my fiancée misses me and keeps calling me. I have to go now, I'm in a hurry!"

After saying that, he ran off as fast as he could, as if he were rushing to be reborn.

Song Hao seemed lost in thought. His fiancée?
Yeah!

Miss Nan just had a passionate encounter with Brother Shen yesterday, and today she's already rushing to meet her fiancé again. What does she mean by this? What does she take Brother Shen for?

I can handle both sides, I can manage it all!

No, he had to tell Shen Ge about this right away and expose her true colors.

President's office.

After listening to Song Hao's report, Xiao Shen smiled faintly, but his eyes were filled with frost, and even a slight glance from them could make a person shiver.

"Brother Shen, this woman is too cunning. She's clinging to you on one hand and seducing Xiao Jiayang on the other. You can't let her make a fool of you!" Song Hao's impression of Nan Wu is getting worse and worse. He really wants to get rid of her from his boss's side as soon as possible.

Xiao Shen lazily swirled his wine glass, the deep red liquid clinging to the glass, gleaming with a crystalline sheen. "Go, give me your phone!"

Song Hao presented it with both hands.

(End of this chapter)