My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 253 - 249: It’s all understandable.

Chapter 253: 249: It’s all understandable.
At a crossroads, Nan Jiayan smoothly stopped the car and subconsciously glanced at Lu Shishu, who was sitting silent in the passenger seat. It was only then that he noticed she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. After a slight hesitation, he leaned over.
Just as he reached out, he startled Lu Shishu. She hadn’t intended to interact with Nan Jiayan, but after getting into the car, she had heard him lock the door. She gave him a sideways glance and kept her chin propped with one hand, looking out the window. Now, with him suddenly extending a hand toward her, Lu Shishu pressed her back tightly against the seat and looked at him warily, "What are you doing?"
"Seatbelt." Seeing her big reaction, Nan Jiayan couldn’t help but laugh, his outstretched hand hovering in mid-air.
Lu Shishu glanced down, paused momentarily, then directly pushed his hand away: "Thank you for your kindness, Director Nan, but there’s no need to trouble you. I can fasten it myself." Having said that, she pulled on the seatbelt and secured it.
Nan Jiayan smiled, and as the light turned green ahead, he retracted his hand and restarted the car.
After reaching the underground parking lot of the residential area, Lu Shishu unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. Nan Jiayan quickly followed suit, took the bag from the back seat and turned to look at Lu Shishu. Seeing her looking at him with her hand extended, he clearly understood her meaning and smiled: "I’ll help you take it upstairs since we’re on the same floor."
"..." Lu Shishu was speechless. Does this mean she has to thank him?
Once in the elevator up to their floor, Lu Shishu slightly turned her body, her eyes showing clear indifference: "Director Nan, don’t tell me you intend to carry it into my home?"
"If you don’t mind, I have no objections."
"..." Can you possibly be any more shameless?
Lu Shishu really wanted to shout this thought out, but her manners made her hold back, suppressing the irritation, she spoke contemptuously: "Then please don’t trouble yourself, Director Nan. Kindly return the bag to me."
Nan Jiayan understood discretion and laughed, handing the bag to her: "It’s a bit heavy, be careful when you take it."
Lu Shishu took it wordlessly; it was indeed heavy. She nearly stumbled but managed to steady herself, preventing a major embarrassment.
After opening the door, Lu Shishu suddenly thought of something and paused before turning to say: "Nan Jiayan, wait a moment."
"Hmm?" Although Nan Jiayan didn’t move, maintaining his posture, he intended to watch her enter before going in himself. Suddenly hearing her call him, his dark eyes brightened considerably, giving a soft murmur of surprise.
"Um... wait for me here, I’ll return your money for those goods you helped me buy." Perhaps accidentally caught in his deep, bright eyes, Lu Shishu suddenly felt at a loss, froze momentarily, a rare hint of unease flashing across her face. She hesitated briefly before turning and entering the house, leaving the door open.
Thinking that she would have to come out soon, closing the door seemed troublesome.
Looking at the open door, Nan Jiayan raised an eyebrow, his smile subtly curling up as he unabashedly took two steps inside, noticing three pairs of neatly arranged shoes at the entrance but not seeing any men’s slippers. His smile deepened further as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, waiting quietly.
He actually wanted to go in and take a look, but he knew that if he did, Lu Shishu would surely hit the roof. This was something he couldn’t risk provoking, otherwise, the consequences would be too severe. He couldn’t afford to bear it, nor did he have the courage.
After all, things were different now!
About two or three minutes later, Lu Shishu came out holding a few red notes and, seeing him already inside leaning against the door frame, her face sank angrily: "Who let you in?"
It was expected; her attitude was within his expectations. Not getting mad, he merely stepped back a pace, retreating outside. He looked at the red bills in her hand without the intention of taking them, tilting his head slightly: "Wouldn’t you rather consider transferring via Wechat? I’m not too fond of using cash; hardly anyone uses cash now, mostly cards or QR codes."
"No Wechat."
"You can transfer to Nie Cenjin, but not to me. Is Lu the Painter deliberately targeting me?" Nan Jiayan teased with a smile.
"Do you want it or not?"
"I don’t really want it." Nan Jiayan shook his head; he wanted her Wechat instead.
"Then fine, if you don’t want it, forget it." Lu Shishu was never one to drag things out. She preferred swift and decisive actions. Given the disagreement here, and he clearly wasn’t lacking those three hundred bucks, she wouldn’t be polite. She pocketed the money without a hint of guilt or hesitance and turned her head, rotated her body, and shut the door, giving Nan Jiayan a solid cold shoulder.
"..." Nan Jiayan faced the door speechless, silently sighing as he slipped a hand into his pocket, musing ’It looks like the road to winning her back is long and arduous!’ But, he accepted it.
After all, he was the one who had wronged her first. No matter how she tortured or neglected him now, it’s understandable.
***
Since that little incident, Cen Jin hasn’t seen Lu Shishu because she has a painting exhibition at the end of the year and is extremely busy, only occasionally chatting a bit on Wechat.
Rumors about Yun Qi and Ye Lingran, as well as those about Yu Feici and Ji Ye, have disappeared like stones in the sea, without any follow-up s, leading many to say they have already accepted this relationship.
It’s one thing for Ye Lingran and Yun Qi, who aren’t in the entertainment industry, but Ji Ye is different. As an emerging idol and male model, he became famous for playing the third male lead in a super-popular drama. Fortunately, his agency has been pressing down on the news, and Yu Fei used her professional convenience to issue a few s. Though unpopular with netizens, they’ve been somewhat effective.
By mid-November, Nancheng’s weather worsened, often raining every day, but Cen Jin felt like a relaxed individual. Jobs like theirs are typically busy on a quarterly basis, and when busy, there’s barely time to eat, but when idle, there’s barely a desire to count ants on the ground.
Watching the drizzle outside the window, Cen Jin brought a cup of hot cocoa over to Ye Lingran, who’s gazing out the window dazedly, and asked smilingly, "What are you thinking about? You’ve been standing here for ages, not even moving."