"Mm." Nangong Jin nodded as well, swiftly pulling out his phone with a foul mood and giving instructions, "Xiaowu, take old Miao Tou to Nanyuan. I have sothing to ask him."
After giving the instructions, Nangong Jin found clothes for Di Jinxuan and carefully helped her put them on.
The two of them were about to set off. After getting out of bed, Di Jinxuan finally understood the phrase: "legs won’t close together!"
Her walking posture was unbearably peculiar, and there was still a faint soreness below—not exactly pain, but an indescribable feeling. In any case, it wasn’t very comfortable.
Seeing her like this, Nangong Jin picked up the ointnt the doctor had prepared and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, without hesitation, he scooped Di Jinxuan up horizontally and carried her out.
Two servants needed to be brought along, in case they needed to rest over there. Nangong Jin called for two servants to accompany them.
The servants, of course, were sent there by driver—the Nangong Family had no shortage of cars, after all.
Nangong Jin carried Di Jinxuan to the garage as well. He didn’t drive himself but called for a driver instead. He didn’t want to drive because he wanted to stay close to Di Jinxuan.
He also didn’t let the driver use the Lamborghini, opting instead for a luxury business car, which would be more comfortable for the ride.
The two of them got into the back seat. Nangong Jin pulled Di Jinxuan close to him and calmly instructed the driver, "Drive to Nanyuan."
Nanyuan was in the suburbs—more specifically, atop a small mountain with gorgeous scenery. The ride from here would take about half an hour.
The driver started the car smoothly, and Nangong Jin turned to look at Di Jinxuan. His hand gently caressed her face with a trace of tenderness as he asked, "Are you tired, darling? If you’re tired, close your eyes and take a little nap on your husband."
"I’m alright," Di Jinxuan replied. In truth, after sleeping for so long, she felt a lot better. Her energy levels weren’t an issue anymore, though she did have so back and waist pain.
And honestly, she was itching to et this so-called old Miao Tou. If she could, she’d personally land him two hard slaps. That despicable ingrate!
He simply didn’t deserve to live!
Just thinking about it made her feel the injustice Nangong Jin had endured. Back then, he had taken the fall for Miao Wu in such a massive scandal that rocked the entire dance world. He had even retired from the industry because of it. Was that burden not already heavy enough?
What more could one expect from a stranger?
She thought it was more than enough!
What’s more, Nangong Jin wasn’t related to Miao Wu in any way, nor did he even like her. It was purely out of friendship and a dancer’s respect that he had helped her.
And now, Miao Wu’s grandfather had repaid that kindness with betrayal. The sheer audacity of it left her with a bitter taste in her mouth.
To repeatedly hurt a stranger for one’s own selfish gain—was this what people called greed?
She couldn’t help but wonder, if Miao Wu could see this from beyond, what would she think of it all?
Di Jinxuan frowned subtly, lost deep in thought. Nangong Jin stayed silent, holding her quietly. It was clear he was also thinking things over, though his focus was more on how to handle the situation.
But in the midst of this silence, Nangong Jin quickly realized sothing was off.
His hand had been gently caressing Di Jinxuan’s face, and he noticed that her skin felt slightly warr again.
"Darling?" Nangong Jin instinctively lowered his gaze to look at Di Jinxuan. She also lifted her eyes at that mont, eting his gaze directly.
That one look nearly scared Nangong Jin out of his wits.
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