Jian Xi was taken aback.
"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you? Over the years, because of that unfounded death rumor, there have been many women pursuing Director Nan. But Director Nan didn't pay attention to any of them; he's very clean-living!"
This deserves praise. Jian Xi silently gives Nan Mufeng a thumbs-up in her heart.
"Young madam, you're truly a lucky person!"
Jian Xi chuckled.
"Alright then, young madam, don't blame Old Lin for being chatty. In any case, I wish you happiness!"
President Lin left, but Jian Xi's heart could no longer be calm.
Is she really Nan Mufeng's wife?
The one he deeply loves, engraved in his bones?
She thought blankly, yet a trace of sweetness rose in her heart. It was as if a voice was telling her: It's you! It's you!
After finishing breakfast, Jian Xi went back to her room.
Little Pumpkin was already awake and had dressed himself, sitting on the carpet playing, holding a red crayon, while Nan Mufeng was still asleep.
