Chapter 111: Destiny is in your own hands
Chapter 111: Destiny is in your own hands
An Nansheng's face was full of disgust and an expression of extreme disgust.
Jian Muye was hurt by her expression.
"Why can't I call it that, but Mu Fucheng can?"
He looked at An Nansheng sinisterly, his face full of pain.
An Nansheng frowned when he heard this:
"He is your uncle after all, are you just calling him by his first name?"
Jian Muye said coldly: "He and I are now rivals in love."
An Nansheng's expression became even uglier:
"Jian Muye, can you please stop being so funny? Don't you want to know why I don't let you call me by that nickname? Okay, I'll tell you."
"Because I only allow people who truly love me to call me that."
Nannan was given the name by An's father. Since his father passed away, she has felt sad every time she heard these two words.
So apart from her family and Old Master Mu, she didn't mind Mu Fucheng calling her that.
"You don't deserve it." An Nansheng pointed in the direction of the door: "Get out."
Jian Muye was scolded so badly that he had no way to refute.
Thinking about what he had done to her, he really didn't deserve it.
But now he regrets it, has come to his senses, and wants to start over.
"An Nansheng, I really don't want to quarrel with you."
Jian Muye said calmly:
"I'm here to talk to you about the East Lake project. I hope you can put aside your prejudice against the Jian family and me, and we can work together."
"Impossible." An Nansheng refused without even thinking.
Jian Muye was a little anxious:
"Why are you so stubborn? I'm doing this for your own good."
"I know you want to keep the old house. I promise I will help you keep it."
An Nansheng was a little surprised. How did this person suddenly change his mind?
"But I don't believe you." An Nansheng looked at him and said, "From marrying you to divorcing you, I've learned one thing: destiny must be in your own hands. It's useless to rely on others."
Jian Muye: “…”
How much evil must he have done to allow such a young girl to see through the world so clearly?
"Nan Sheng, don't think about fighting the Jian family. You can't win. Don't be naive. I'm not kidding you."
After saying that, he left without waiting for An Nansheng to chase him away.
But the door of the room could not be opened, and the door handle did not budge no matter how hard I pressed it.
Jian Muye immediately noticed something was wrong:
"The door was locked from the outside."
An Nansheng subconsciously looked at the bath towel on her body, then looked at Jian Muye, and laughed.
"Is this the first time I've been framed at my own party?"
She stared at Jian Muye:
"Why did you come in?"
Jian Muye's eyes widened: "Do you doubt me?"
An Nansheng snorted coldly: "I doubt everyone now."
If someone found her and Jian Muye in the same room with their clothes disheveled, it wouldn't be disadvantageous to Jian Muye at all, right?
In this kind of thing, it is always women who get criticized.
It will also send a signal to the outside world: Jian Muye and An Nansheng are going to get back together, and An's will definitely cooperate with Jian's.
In this case, who would still cooperate with An?
No matter how you look at it, if the scandal between her and Jian Muye gets out, the only one who benefits is the Jian family.
Jian Muye saw that her expression was not right, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what happened today was indeed strange.
If he didn't know that Fang Zhuo wouldn't dare to do anything without his permission, he would have suspected that it was Fang Zhuo's doing.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Jian Muye couldn't explain: "Anyway, it wasn't me."
To be precise, it is not yet time for the Jian family to take action.
An Nansheng didn't have time to talk to him. Since someone had set up the trap, someone would surely come soon to watch her and Jian Muye's affair.
She had to leave before those people came.
This lounge is relatively small and is specifically used for guests to rest or change clothes and put on makeup. There is no other access.
An Nansheng went straight over and opened the window.
This is the third floor.
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