His Beloved Treasure Chapter 1439 - 405: Family Education Is Very Important (Part

By nine o’clock, she finally anxiously picked up her phone and then got up to dial Jiang Zhiyuan’s mobile.

It took a long ti before soone answered on the other end, a noisy place, and a girl answered Jiang Zhiyuan’s phone.

"Hello, Jiang Zhiyuan..."

"Wife? Are you his wife? He’s drunk and is currently tangled up with my friend, do you want to co and get him?"

An Nan suddenly beca very quiet, standing behind the candlelight, her expression, which was barely calm, gradually beca a bit off.

Her brows moved slightly, her beautiful eyelashes trembled twice, her hand tightly gripping the phone, her jaw moved, but she did not say another word.

"Hello? Do you want to co and get him? But even if you co now, it’s too late, they’re having a great ti!"

The girl’s voice wasn’t particularly sharp, but at this mont, it sounded especially harsh.

"Really? Then let see clearly!"

An Nan suddenly thought of sothing, then adeptly hung up the call and directly dialed a WeChat video.

Perhaps, if she wasn’t so persistent, it wouldn’t hurt so much.

She saw that scene, the girl answered the video, and she saw Jiang Zhiyuan lying on top of a girl, kissing the girl’s neck.

At this mont, the noise from the sound system seed to have vanished; the girl pointed the cara at her face, trying to see what An Nan looked like, but An Nan imdiately closed the video, only tightly gripping the phone.

Jiang Zhiyuan, what is he doing?

Her brow suddenly furrowed, the candlelight flickered before her eyes, dazzling her into confusion.

Wasn’t he planning to marry her?

Last night he even talked to her about a friend’s newborn child, looking super cute, saying that friend’s house slled entirely of formula, and asked her, when they eventually have kids, would their ho sll like that too. She always thought that his recent words were subtle hints that he wanted to get married.

But...

Was he in a private room at a club?

Or a private room at so nightclub?

There seed to be other people inside, she couldn’t see clearly, and she couldn’t think clearly anymore.

Her mind beca instantly chaotic like a pot of porridge, she couldn’t sit anymore, she couldn’t stand there anymore, she couldn’t bring herself to look at that ring again.

She took her bag and left her apartnt.

At eleven, she returned to her parents’ place, her father opened the door, shocked to see her return so abruptly.

"Nannan, why so late...? What’s wrong?"

Her father noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

An Nan said nothing and went straight into the house, afraid her father would follow, she almost sprinted up the stairs.

Her father frowned, wanting to go after her but was intercepted by his wife halfway.

"Is it really Nannan back? So late? What’s wrong with her?"

An Nan’s mother asked worriedly.

"Looks like a little lovers’ quarrel! Go knock on her door, make sure nothing’s wrong."

An Nan’s father said with so concern to his wife, the couple both in loose pajamas, just about to sleep.

"Alright!"

An Nan’s mother nodded, then went to the door of her daughter’s room.

But no matter how she knocked, there was no response. Worried, she asked, "Nannan, don’t scare your parents, at least tell mom you’re going to sleep at ho tonight, okay?"

The door to An Nan’s room suddenly opened, and An Nan, feeling wronged, couldn’t care about much else, tightly hugged her mother, "Mom!"

At this mont, it seed that only her mother could allow her to drop her guard.

The next day, Jiang Zhiyuan, who returned to the apartnt with a heavy head, habitually went straight to the bedroom to find An Nan, but when he opened the door, the bed in the room was neatly made.

"An Nan? An Nan?"

Jiang Zhiyuan, wearing a gray shirt with a textured look, despite the many wrinkles on the back, held his coat in his hand and slowly walked in.

There was no one in the bathroom either.

Where could she have gone so early in the morning?

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed An Nan’s number. It rang for a long ti but no one answered. He ca out of the bedroom and then went to the dining room, thinking she might be making breakfast.

The dining room was connected to the kitchen; he originally thought he could see An Nan, but it was empty inside.

However...

He slowly walked forward, looking at the candlestick on the dining table, wax dripped so long, yet the candle had already burned out.