Shen Nanzhi had already run back to her room.
Hearing Jiang Feng’s words, she let out a cold snort in her heart: Marry him? Dream on.
After washing up briefly, she stepped out of the room and saw Aunt Wang standing at the door. She paused for a moment.
Remembering how Aunt Wang had complained yesterday that even the servants’ time was still time, she said:
“Aunt Wang, I’ll go eat right away.”
With that, Shen Nanzhi hurried into the dining room.
On the table were a plate of stir-fried greens, scrambled eggs, and a bowl of millet porridge already served.
She looked confused.
With Aunt Wang’s usual dislike of her, preparing breakfast and even serving her porridge already was surprising enough—why would she treat her so carefully today?
Thinking of Aunt Wang’s hesitant expression earlier, she turned and asked:
“Aunt Wang, just say whatever you want to say.”
Although Aunt Wang usually treated her coldly, she had just helped her earlier.
Aunt Wang looked at her and finally spoke, her eyes no longer as conflicted as before.
“Nanzhi… what happened at the wedding two days ago isn’t what people think. The young master… he was sincere.”
Shen Nanzhi paused mid-bite and looked up.
“I know.”
If it wasn’t sincere, who would hold such a grand wedding for her? Even though there were no gold jewelry gifts, the three major household items and one set of appliances were all there.
Aunt Wang became even more anxious.
“Nanzhi, I’m begging you… don’t hurt the young master anymore, okay?”
Her tone was humble, almost pleading—completely different from her usual attitude toward Shen Nanzhi.
Shen Nanzhi replied calmly:
“I wouldn’t hurt him.”
Thinking of Lu Xiangyang’s past life, of how he held her corpse and cried uncontrollably, Shen Nanzhi knew clearly—this man was the only one who truly cared for her.
She would never hurt him.
Aunt Wang finally relaxed slightly, then asked carefully:
“Then… will you still marry Jiang Feng?”
“No.” Shen Nanzhi answered without hesitation.
She took a bite of egg and immediately frowned—the food was freshly cooked and still too hot.
Only then did she realize Aunt Wang had prepared everything just for her.
Although Aunt Wang treated her coldly, she genuinely cared about Lu Xiangyang.
Shen Nanzhi said directly:
“Aunt Wang, I will only marry Xiangyang in this life. Don’t try to drive me away.”
Her tone was confident and firm, almost like the mistress of the house.
At that moment, Jiang Feng’s voice rang out again from the courtyard:
“Shen Nanzhi, are you really not coming out?”
“This is your last chance. Come out immediately.”
Aunt Wang’s heart, which had just calmed down, tightened again.
But Shen Nanzhi continued eating calmly as if she hadn’t heard anything.
Seconds passed.
Jiang Feng’s patience ran out.
His voice grew colder and more dangerous:
“Shen Nanzhi, I’m giving you one last chance. Come out now!”
Still no response.
The surrounding onlookers began whispering.
“Why does it look like Jiang Feng can’t live without Shen Nanzhi?”
A sentence like a thunderclap fell into the crowd.
Jiang Feng’s face instantly darkened.
Grinding his teeth, he said:
“Shen Nanzhi, very good. Don’t come begging me later.”
Just then, Shen Nanzhi slowly appeared.
Jiang Feng’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
He knew it—she couldn’t resist him.
Standing on the corridor, Shen Nanzhi looked at him calmly.
“I promise you—this lifetime, even if I die, I will never beg you.”
Jiang Feng’s smile froze.
“Do you even know what you’re saying? This is your last chance.”
“I know.” Shen Nanzhi replied coldly.
Then she added:
“Aren’t you supposed to sign that big contract today as my birthday gift? Why aren’t you going? Or were you lying again yesterday?”
The word again struck hard.
Whispers spread instantly among the crowd.
Jiang Feng’s expression darkened further.
He forced himself to stay calm.
“Zhizhi, you’re just upset I didn’t give you a birthday gift. Come with me to sign the contract. Once it’s done, I’ll give it to you immediately.”
“Really?” Shen Nanzhi smiled faintly.
“But from what you’re saying, this contract can only be signed if I go with you. Without me, you can’t close it. That’s why you’re trying so hard to drag me into marriage registration, right?”
“No!” Jiang Feng quickly denied.
But Shen Nanzhi continued:
“Then tell everyone—why did you miss our wedding two days ago?”
The crowd erupted again in whispers.
“Wait… is Jiang Feng using her for business?”
“Does he only want to marry her for the deal?”
Jiang Feng panicked.
“That’s not true! I really want to marry you!”
Shen Nanzhi smiled.
“Then prove it. Sign the contract first, then come back and talk about marriage.”
Jiang Feng’s face turned completely black.
Unable to contain himself, he stormed away.
Shen Nanzhi ignored everyone’s gazes and left the courtyard.
She took a tricycle to the warehouse to check the goods she had ordered the night before.
Everything was intact.
Her heart finally settled.
It was still early—before noon.
Thinking of Lu Xiangyang’s panicked escape last night, her chest tightened slightly.
She decided to go find him for lunch.
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the food factory gate.
But the security guard stopped her.
“You say you’re Director Lu’s wife, but we’ve never heard he’s married. Do you have proof?”
Shen Nanzhi became anxious.
“It’s true. If you don’t believe me, ask Director Wu.”