The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 619 - 537 Inappropriate

Chapter 619: Chapter 537 Inappropriate
Jian Si sat in the car and continued, "Nan Zhan, don’t you find it strange? Someone is still running so late at night? Perhaps he is a psychopath killer hiding among the common people."
Nan Zhan got into the car, saw her analyzing everything systematically, but his face was still as pale as paper, evident that he must have been scared just now.
Only after she finished speaking did he say, "He is not the murderer, and he has nothing to do with the murderer."
"Really, how can you tell?"
"First, the amount he sweated, his upper back was completely soaked—if he were really here as a killer lying in wait, would he waste time and opportunity running around the neighborhood until drenched in sweat? Second, he is not left-handed. He wiped his face twice and put the towel in his pocket once, and he used his right hand for these actions; third, his family life is harmonious."
"Family life is harmonious? How can you tell that?" Jian Si asked, surprised.
Nan Zhan raised his eyebrows, that arrogant look reappeared, and even tapped her forehead with his finger, "He wore cotton pants, which crease easily, but his pants were very neatly ironed, and his clothes and shoes were also very clean, which suggests he has a very virtuous wife."
"Could it be that he himself is very neat?"
"Would a neat person stuff a sweat-soaked towel directly into the pocket of clean clothes? Shouldn’t it be kept in a washable simple backpack?"
Jian Si blinked, speechless, his analysis was indeed immaculate.
"By the way, you also came back very late today?" Jian Si still looked at him puzzled.
The response, of course, was someone’s icy face, "When I like to come home is none of your business."
Jian Si choked for a moment, but today was really risky—if this uncle really was the serial corpse-throwing murderer, she would have been in danger.
Nan Zhan seemed to see through her thoughts and snorted coldly, "Don’t worry, Miss Jian,
"Nan Zhan." Jian Si glared at him fiercely, disgusted by his dirty thoughts, "Stop spouting nonsense, I went singing with my elder brother."
Nan Zhan remained silent, and parked the car in the residential parking lot.
Upon returning to her room, Jian Si was still sulking. Scared out of her wits already, yet he continued to mock and scoff at her.
The difference between women and men is, women will get angry about an inexplicable little thing, but men don’t even know what you’re angry about.
Therefore, Nan Zhan stood outside and called "Jian Si" for the third time.
Jian Si wanted to pretend not to hear, but eventually, she opened the door, her expression still cold: "What is it?"
"I’m hungry, is there any food?" He never got full meals when he returned to the Nan Family, who wanted to listen to lectures while eating, so now he was a bit hungry.
"No," Jian Si said and was about to close the door.
A strong arm suddenly crossed in front of the door frame, forcibly interrupting her motion, "There are dumplings in the fridge, I saw them."
"Can’t you cook them yourself?"
Nan Zhan looked at her as if it were obvious, "Aren’t you the one who knows?"
Jian Si silently repeated for the Nth time that one must bow under the eaves. The steam rose from the pot, rapidly sucked dry by the roaring exhaust fan, and the white dumplings were tumbling in the boiling water.
She was cooking dumplings while Nan Zhan sat at the dining table, holding a file and reading it.
Only when the dumplings were placed in front of him, did he slowly put the file down and picked up chopsticks.
Jian Si took off her apron and went back to her room, not far before hearing Nan Zhan say, "You seem to be angry?"
Jian Si had no intention of acknowledging him.
"Miss Jian, please come home earlier next time. I don’t want my client to become a victim; that would damage my reputation."
His shift of topic was too swift; Jian Si struggled to keep up with the pace—one second talking about her being angry, and the next second talking about reputation damage.
For such Martian thought processes, Jian Si’s way of dealing with them was to close the door.
Back in her own bed, Jian Si still felt a lingering fear. She picked up her phone to try turning it on, not knowing if it had been damaged from her earlier fall, but luckily, the phone was fine and the screen lit up.
Jian Si checked the time but saw there were two missed calls, both from Jian Chuan,
She hurriedly called back. Jian Chuan hadn’t arrived home yet and only relaxed upon hearing her voice: "Aren’t you supposed to call me when you get home?"
"I took a shower as soon as I got back and forgot. I’m about to go to sleep now." Jian Si climbed into bed, "How is Piaopiao doing?"
"She’s fine, I’ve already taken her back." Jian Chuan didn’t elaborate, "Well, goodnight then."
"Goodnight."
After hanging up, Jian Si glanced inadvertently at her phone screen and was surprised to find that among the list of call records, there was a number for Nan Zhan, timestamped around the time she encountered that middle-aged man during her night jog.
This discovery made her sit up abruptly and stare attentively at the phone for a while, confirming that the call had been connected with a duration of three seconds. This meant that at that moment, she had hurriedly made a call, and that call had been to Nan Zhan. Could it be that he hadn’t coincidentally been returning late at night, but had hurried back because of her call?
But why wouldn’t he say anything about it?
Jian Si felt conflicted for a while, thinking that her attitude towards him had been rather harsh just now. He had rushed back to save her, yet she had wrongly blamed him, although his ambiguous way of speaking didn’t help, leading to misunderstandings. Fault lay on both sides in this incident.
Tossing and turning in bed for a while, Jian Si decided to go apologize to him. She opened the door, the lights in the dining room were already off, and he had returned to his room.
Jian Si couldn’t possibly knock on the door of a single man in the middle of the night. After hesitating for a moment, she withdrew back into her room.
Eventually, lying back in bed, Jian Si concluded that he was just a smart but emotionally immature person.
In recent days, Jian Si had been continually frightened, not possessing a strong heart like Nan Zhan and Zhengzheng, often waking up from nightmares at midnight.
Like tonight, she dreamt she was alone on a street at night, being chased by a blurry-faced person wielding a knife. As she ran, her legs grew heavier, and finally, she fell. Watching the knife descend towards her, she screamed and woke up, terrified.
Jian Si sat up for quite a while before managing to calm her heavy breathing. Touching her forehead, it was covered in cold sweat. She was used to sleeping comfortably with Zhengzheng, but since Zhengzheng wasn’t there tonight, staring at the empty room made her feel surrounded by danger.
In such a state, she couldn’t fall asleep and felt increasingly afraid.
Eventually, Jian Si had no choice but to take her pillow and step outside. She couldn’t go to Nan Zhan’s room, so she sat down at his door. If any danger arose, at least she could rush into his room for help the first thing.
Early in the morning, after Nan Zhan got ready and opened the door, he barely stepped out when he stumbled upon something soft. Looking down, there was a person curled up at his doorway, sitting on a blanket, with a pillow hugged tight, leaning against his doorframe and sleeping soundly.
Jian Si? Why was she sleeping at his door?
Nan Zhan raised his foot thinking to kick her slightly, but the woman still deep in sleep suddenly clung tighter to the pillow, pressing her face against it and whispered in her dream, "Zhengzheng."
Nan Zhan paused his kicking motion, eventually withdrawing his foot. Was she scared, and that’s why she sought a sense of security here?
Thinking so, Nan Zhan bent down, stretched out his arms to lift her from the ground, kicked his room door open wider and placed her onto his bed.
Curled up all night, Jian Si,
seeing her hug her pillow like a tail-less koala clinging onto it, Nan Zhan frowned slightly,
His memory of that night was like a puzzle, missing many pieces, but he vividly remembered her face, her teary-eyed, weeping demeanor.
The girl in his memory however didn’t have that baby fat on her face anymore, her chin had become sharper, but her eyes remained clear and bright, shimmering with innocence.
He thought she was just a passerby in his life, light as a leaf, not substantial enough to stir any ripples in the river of his life, but he discovered,
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Jian Si had a sound sleep, perhaps more comfortably than she had in a long time. She opened her eyes to a room bathed in sunlight, enveloped as if by a soft, gentle veil,