The lady is pregnant! Third Master, please restrain yourself after the marriage.

She turned to leave.

Wen Jisi had already noticed her and quickly came up behind her, his voice full of surprise, "Nan Nan, you're here too."

Qin Huan gave him a forced smile and waved to greet him.

"Brother Wen, what a coincidence."

Accompanying Wen Jisi was a tall, long-legged, refined-looking, handsome figure wearing silver-rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Shen."

Qin Huan lowered her eyelids, avoiding eye contact.

The other person simply hummed in response and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Nan had no choice but to greet them warmly, forcing a smile that had become mechanical over the past ten years: "Cousin, Brother Xingxu."

After greeting him, she glanced at Qin Huan's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Qin Huan and this Brother Shen, Shen Xingxu, are nominally siblings.

The kind where they have different fathers and mothers.

"Little Jiangnan, you've grown even more beautiful," Shen Xingxu praised with a smile.

"Really? Xingxu is getting more and more handsome." Jiang Nan complimented him readily.

During the fourteen years that Qi Nianci strictly disciplined and forced him to learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and etiquette, Jiang Nan learned the skill of hypocrisy.

Especially when it comes to praising people.

Wen Jisi glanced at the custom brand behind them and congratulated Jiang Nan on becoming the R&D director of the pharmaceutical company.

"The R&D department is struggling a bit. If you're having a hard time, just let me know and I'll find someone to help you." Wen Jisi's voice was as gentle as her eyes.

"Thank you, cousin." Jiang Nan neither said he would look for her nor that he wouldn't.

Wen Jisi affectionately raised his hand to pat her head, and Jiang Nan didn't even have time to avoid it.

"Are you tired from shopping? Xingxu and I are about to go eat, want to come along?"

Qin Huan quietly tugged at Jiang Nan's clothes from behind.

Jiang Nan smiled gently and politely, "No, this kind of dinner party for men isn't suitable for us."

"Goodbye, cousin and Xingxu."

After saying goodbye, the two left together under their watchful eyes.

Watching them leave, something flashed in Shen Xingxu's eyes, and he patted Wen Jisi's shoulder.

"Your cousin is stunningly beautiful and has a cool and noble air about her. I never expected that she would get engaged to that kid Xiao Ziqian."

Wen Jisi frowned almost imperceptibly. "It was my father's idea."

He lifted his foot and walked forward.

Shen Xingxu followed, frowning in confusion. "Isn't this a bit too hasty? I remember she's only twenty-three, she hasn't even had her birthday yet."

Wen Jisi's expression was calm and composed; he simply said, without revealing his meaning, "Soon."

It's unclear whether the "soon" refers to the engagement date or Jiang Nan's birthday.

At this moment, on the layer above them.

Xiao Beixun looked down at the area below with a cold expression, having stood there for quite some time.

From where he was standing, he could see the TCO brand store perfectly.

After listening to the phone call, Rock respectfully came to his side and reported, "Third Master, everything is arranged. You can go over now."

Xiao Beixun nodded expressionlessly and strode away.

Jiang Nan treated Qin Huan to Japanese food, which is Wen Jisi's least favorite cuisine.

She figured she was sure she wouldn't run into them here.

However, when the waiter opened the door to serve the food, Wen Jisi and Shen Xingxu happened to pass by and saw them.

"Little Jiangnan, so you're here for Japanese food too." Shen Xingxu's surprised voice rang out.

Jiang Nan and Qin Huan looked over at the same time.

Qin Huan immediately turned her face away, her back to them, and winked at Jiang Nan, lip-reading:

"Damn it! How could I run into this!"

Jiang Nanbo smiled calmly, "Yes, what a coincidence."

His gaze passed over Wen Jisi, and that was the end of the story.

"Is it just you two? That's perfect, let's go together." Before they could speak, Shen Xingxu went in first and sat down next to Qin Huan.

They voluntarily gave Jiang Nan's side to Wen Jisi.

Qin Huan gripped the chopsticks tightly in her hand, feeling like she wanted to die.

Why were they sitting face to face just now?

Why did they come to eat Japanese food?

Shen Xingxu noticed her expression and his face turned serious. "You're friends with Jiang Nan, can't you learn some of her manners and etiquette?"

Qin Huan's lips twitched. "No need for Mr. Shen to trouble himself. I think there's no problem with this."

Shen Xingxu frowned.

Fearing the two would start arguing again, Jiang Nan spoke first, asking Wen Jisi, "Why does my cousin also like Japanese food now?"

"Hmm, I'll learn from you." Wen Jisi's eyes remained as gentle as ever.

study?

Do we need to learn about food preferences?

Jiang Nan had always felt that Wen Jisi appeared gentle on the surface, but was actually very cunning.

But her favorite cousin didn't care about any of that, and besides, he loved her just as much as her uncle and aunt.

If she hadn't overheard her uncle's plan a month ago, she might have felt like the one who was loved until her death.

Jiang Nan's aura weakened, emanating a chilling aura.

Qin Huan noticed this, looked at her with heartache, and quickly poured her some tea.

"Nan Nan, your favorite barley tea."

"Thanks."

Jiang Nan picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea flowed down her throat and into her body, spreading a warm current that made her feel much better.

Qin Huan poured tea for the two of them before pouring one for herself.

"When does Cousin Wen plan to leave again this time? Did he come back specifically for Nan Nan's wedding?"

The engagement and wedding dates were scheduled very close together.

Less than two months after the engagement came the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was not only Xiao Jiaxuan's wedding but also Jiang Nan's birthday.

"I'm coming back to celebrate her birthday." Wen Jisi lowered his eyes and sipped his tea.

"Cousin Wen is so good to Nan Nan. I thought you were here specifically for the wedding."

Something flickered in Wen Jisi's dark eyes. He glanced at Jiang Nan and said, "Sort of."

Qin Huan's heart sank; she genuinely thought Wen Jisi was quite good.

Unfortunately, Jiang Nan encountered the situation of having his entire family wiped out.

It's unclear whether Wen Jisi was aware of this matter at all.

If Jiang Nan had known, the blow would have been even greater.

Jiang Nan unconsciously gripped the teacup tighter.

When Jiang Nan was eleven years old, it was her birthday, but her uncle and aunt forgot that they had gone to a banquet and didn't come back until very late.

Jiang Nan specially bought a cake and waited at home for them to come back so they could blow out the candles together...

But none of them were home.

Wen Wan, holding a rabbit doll, stood at the top of the stairs and mocked her: "Nobody cares about you, haha, you're just a clown."

"My mom, dad, and brother only love me, and they only remember my birthday."

Jiang Nan was extremely sad and cried her eyes out.

After Wen Jisi returned from the banquet with them and learned about what had happened, he kept comforting Jiang Nan and promised that no matter what he did, anytime, anywhere, he would return to her side and celebrate her birthday with her...

Jiang Nan felt a mix of emotions. She stood up coldly and said, "I'm going to the restroom."

In the next private room, a tall, imposing figure stood up and said, "I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, he walked out of the private room.

Jiang Nan walked into the restaurant, through a long corridor, and into the inner hall. On both sides were artificial hills and scenery, which looked very pleasant.

Her depressed mood improved a lot, and instead of going to the restroom, she stood there taking deep breaths.

After repeating this several times, she calmed herself down and turned to go back.

Suddenly, her entire body crashed into a wall of flesh. She didn't even see the other person's face, but she smelled a faint, pleasant scent of cedar.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and a certain person came to mind.