CHAPTER 459: 224. NAN WAN SNEERED, "MU JIN HUAN, I’VE FOUND THAT YOU ARE TRULY FULL OF LIES.

Every time, this is how he introduces it.

In his murky, aged gaze, there lies a softness that exists for Du Ruo alone, as if he had returned to over forty years ago, when he first saw her under the cherry blossom tree.

Du Ruo leaned against Nan Chengzhi, murmuring in confusion, "Our daughter? Chengzhi, do we have a daughter? But... why don’t I remember?"

The memories that returned to Du Ruo’s mind only included fragments from before her parents died; she only remembered her husband, his name, his appearance.

Yes, in her memory, Nan Chengzhi loved her very much.

There was no woman showing up at the door with a big belly, her home wasn’t broken, and she hadn’t divorced him.

It stops at the happiest of times.

Nan Chengzhi smiled, gently patting Du Ruo’s shoulder, comforting softly, "It’s okay if you don’t remember, I’ll tell you again tomorrow."

As time flies, she is no longer young, and he is no longer handsome, but she still waits for him.

It is a blessing of three lifetimes.

Du Ruo tugged on Nan Chengzhi’s sleeve, "Then you mustn’t forget, or Wanwan will be angry at me."

Nan Chengzhi held her hand, his gaze gentle, "Hmm, I’ll write it down, and I won’t forget."

Nostalgia filled Nan Wan’s nose, and she turned her gaze away, "Your health isn’t good, tasks like cleaning up mom can be done by the caregiver."

This was a concern that pleasantly surprised Nan Chengzhi, though it wasn’t obvious.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gradually lifted, "Ruo’er doesn’t like strangers touching her, I’ll just be slower, it won’t tire me."

His joy was understated, Nan Wan felt a bit awkward, walking to the window to arrange the lilies in the vase, "Do as you please."

Nan Chengzhi somewhat understood his daughter’s nature, so he didn’t bring it up again on his own.

Instead, he said, "The house has been renovated, in a few days, I want to bring Ruo’er back to live at the Nan Family home."

From the day he awoke from illness until today, he had not returned to that house.

The butler was responsible for the renovations, emptying both inside and outside the villa, including those shimmering crystal chandeliers and luxurious furniture.

Then they repainted and replaced it with a décor style from many years ago.

Although the furniture style from back then couldn’t be found, everything else was almost identical to more than twenty years ago, even the swing bed on the backyard lawn was replaced with the nanmu wood that Du Ruo loved.

Hearing Nan Chengzhi’s words, Nan’s hands paused for a moment.

They were divorced, without the status to continue living together.

However, everyone knew that the person mom missed most, the one she most hoped to be with, was him.

The lilies in the vase had probably been there for a few days, she plucked out the yellowed green leaves and spoke very calmly, "What does Brother Three say?"

Nan Chengzhi sighed, "I haven’t brought it up with Nan Ze yet."

Nan Wan threw the picked leaves into the trash, wiped her fingers with a tissue, then looked at the time on her wrist.

Before leaving, she said this to Nan Chengzhi, "If Brother Three agrees, I have no objections."

...

Sheng Boyan made a cup of tea and handed it to Nan Wan, his refined features showing a rare hint of fatigue, "Have you been waiting long?"

There was a very noticeable red mark on his neck, with faint traces of blood.

"No, I just came down from upstairs too," Nan Wan took the teacup, stepping back to sit on the sofa.

Noticing Nan Wan’s gaze, Sheng Boyan adjusted the collar of his shirt, explaining with a helpless smile, "This patient is difficult to deal with when they cause trouble, several doctors have suffered at his hands."

The scratch seemed to be about five centimeters, and even with all his collar buttons done up, half of it was still visible.

Nan Wan frowned, "Have you applied ointment?"

"Not yet, I’ll get some from the pharmacy later," Sheng Boyan made himself a cup of tea, returning to his swivel chair, feigning worry, "Didn’t mess up my face, right? I make a living with my face after all."

An e-commerce mogul said he has no interest in money, a wealthy businessman who married a campus beauty said he doesn’t find his wife beautiful.

The country’s most promising psychiatrist claims he makes a living with his looks.

This world is so hypocritical...

Nan Wan couldn’t be bothered to respond to him and blew on the still hot tea, responding faintly, "It’s just a scratch, it won’t ruin your looks, leaving the hospital, Senior Brother is still the handsome gentleman."

Hearing her words, Sheng Boyan laughed heartily, the fatigue in his body seemingly eased.

After a while, he stopped, "What brings you to me?"

Nan Wan was there for serious business.

She put the teacup on the table beside her and took a folder out of her bag, stood up, walked to the desk, and handed it to Sheng Boyan.