Just took the position of the Nan Family's CEO; naturally, there won't be much leisure.
Nan Huaiyu had long been accustomed to her distant demeanor and did not find it unpleasant; instead, it seemed quite comfortable to him.
He approached her unhurriedly, leaned over, and extended his slender fingers, but before touching her delicate skin, he was pushed aside.
As if he had anticipated it, Nan Huaiyu's expression didn't change a bit, and he laughed softly and slowly, "You really don't care about your own reputation; doing this much for a Lu Li, it's quite touching."
Is there really pure friendship between men and women?
It's just one stubbornly keeping silent and the other playing dumb to the end.
Nan Wan knew what he meant, merely pretending to be friends while shamelessly snatching her cousin's boyfriend.
The sarcasm was evident, "Otherwise, would it be for you?"
Nan Huaiyu didn't mind, still in that lazy manner, the smile in his dark eyes becoming more intriguing, "If it were for me, I would really... marry you."
The word "really" was heavily emphasized.
Nan Wan wouldn't be foolish enough to think he was casual about it. His words were so clear, it showed that he knew all along that she and Lu Li were in a sham marriage, yet he didn't expose it.
"Such a heavy appetite; I really underestimated you."
After all, they were half-siblings, even though Nan Wan didn't want to admit it, it was an undeniable fact.
A bastard born two years before her, which was direct evidence of Nan Chengzhi's adultery during his marriage.
Actually, one could tell from the name itself how special Nan Chengzhi viewed him.
Nan Ze, Nan Huaiyu, Nan Wan.
Almost everything of the Nan family was presented before him, making up for the neglect over the years. That's why a week after the brother got into trouble, the company was handed directly to him.
So eager, doesn't the conscience hurt?
Nan Huaiyu looked at Nan Wan kneeling on the floor, vaguely seeing a part where the skin seemed to be scraped and reddened, his brows furrowed.
He instructed a servant nearby, "Bring a cushion."
With the cushion stuffed into her hand, Nan Wan didn't even glance at it and casually threw it back.
Nan Wan stared into those eyes, her face calm and indifferent, "Nan Huaiyu, don't let me find out that it was you who tampered with the car that harmed my brother; if so, I won't let you go."
The voice was desolate yet carried a power that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
A dark shade flashed through Nan Huaiyu's eyes, and then he let out a low, slow laugh from his throat, as if he hadn't heard her words, his voice very calm, "Where did you get this suit?"
The mint scent on the suit had long faded, replaced by the smell of alcohol.
Nan Wan suddenly recalled those deep, seemingly drowning black eyes and that low, cello-like voice.
When he walked toward her, step by step, it was like slow motion in a movie, with the dust rising and drifting in the car headlights' glow.
"It's not yours, anyway."
Hearing her words, Nan Huaiyu closed his eyes, straightened up, glanced at the golden retriever lying on the floor, and said lightly, "You deserve it."