The old man always feels dissatisfied with his son’s attitude. Mu Zihao always likes to think positively about people, which the old man has disliked for a long ti. Fortunately, his daughter-in-law has a keen eye; otherwise, he would indeed have to worry a lot.
Mu Zihao was rendered speechless by his father’s blocking, but Feng Fanghua spoke up: "Dad, while what you said happens, there are still good marriages. Isn’t Yichen and Qin Mu great together?"
"Humph! They are great, but if you say that brotherhood is more important than a woman’s place in his heart, I certainly don’t believe that."
The old man snorted with laughter. He knows his grandson best; Qin Mu is more important to him than family, let alone brothers.
Besides, Jing Qing was a pri example earlier.
In the past, Mu Yichen considered Jing Qing a sister because of Jing Feng. But later, what Jing Qing did — he only recently crushed Jing Qing’s husband’s family hard.
When Qin Mu and Mu Yichen ca downstairs, they heard everyone talking about past events. But upon hearing them coming downstairs, everyone imdiately fell silent. The old man squinted at his newspaper again, Feng Fanghua got up to take care of the children, Mu Yichen walked over casually and sat on the sofa, and Qin Mu glanced inside, wondering why everyone suddenly scattered; she didn’t mind.
"What were you talking about? Why are you hiding it from us?"
Mu Yichen asked softly, his dark eyes lazily glancing at his father and grandfather sitting diagonally across.
"Talking about Jiang Zhiyuan’s unsuccessful proposal, the guy must have been quite hit, right?"
Mu Zihao imdiately shifted the topic lightly.
"Yeah! He drank too much last night!"
Mu Yichen answered with his eyes downcast, his voice sowhat heavy.
On Sunday, it was raining outside again, so none of the family went out. Rarely did the family spend ti chatting and watching TV on the sofa during the day.
——
Jiang Zhiyuan got up past ten in the morning, by then An Nan was already sitting on the sofa near the window, working for a while.
With a headache, he pressed his temples hard with both hands and managed to get up, only to see the woman at the window seriously working on her laptop.
Suddenly, his head buzzed, and Jiang Zhiyuan felt a bit dry in his nervous throat.
But An Nan casually looked up at him with a smile: "Awake! Hungry?"
Jiang Zhiyuan...
The look in his eyes was utterly bewildered.
"Don’t drink so much in the future! It’s bad for your health!"
An Nan said, then placed the laptop on the tall glass table beside her, getting up to walk towards him.
Jiang Zhiyuan instinctively looked at her hand, the diamond ring was still on her finger, his heart felt like a stone had settled, but soon it was lifted again.
"How did I get back last night?"
"Your friends carried you to the car, and when returning, we happened to et Wang Zhiyuan. He helped bring you up."
"What?"
Jiang Zhiyuan was utterly shocked, his shouting louder than ever.
"Why are you so surprised? Haven’t you known each other for a while? I can’t carry you, I happened to run into him and asked for help. Do you want to sleep in the car all night?"
An Nan stood by the bed, looking at him in his inaccessible deanor, asking, feeling a bit unhappy with his current state.
"I’d rather sleep in the car all night than let that man touch !"
Jiang Zhiyuan said as he got out of bed, wearing only beach shorts, without looking up at An Nan, heading straight to the bathroom.
An Nan still stood there, holding the corner of the blanket, thinking he was unwilling to look at her because of last night’s events?
What a temper, if you have the guts, then just keep being angry.
Jiang Zhiyuan ca out from a shower, randomly put on a T-shirt, then looked at the woman who had tidied up the bed and was sitting by the side watching her phone: "I have so things today, I won’t be coming over tonight."
"Alright!"
An Nan kept her head down, not looking at him.
That "alright" was so light that Jiang Zhiyuan felt a bit regretful.
Jiang Zhiyuan turned his head to look at her: "What are you looking at?"
"Just chatting with a neighbor, nothing today. He said if you’re busy, I can join him for a run at the community gym."
An Nan said, then looked up directly at Jiang Zhiyuan, very straightforwardly.
Jiang Zhiyuan...
"What’s wrong? Aren’t you going out?"
An Nan asked softly, then got up as well, tossing her phone in the middle of the bed, then went around to the wardrobe, opening it to find clothes.
Jiang Zhiyuan slanted his eyes, watching her pick and choose through the pile of clothes, unable to resist frowning: "I have a headache today; maybe I won’t go out."
He said as he lay back on the bed, tossing open the quilt An Nan had just neatly made.
An Nan turned to give him a look while searching for clothes: "I’ve already promised him! You’re late in saying."
Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly sat up again, tossing the quilt aside, unhappily glaring at her back: "An Nan, am I your man?"
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