“Mm?” Nan Yan suddenly froze and looked up at him sharply, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny. “How did you know?”
Could he also be a transmigrator holding the script?
No… he said also… also?
Nan Yan narrowed her eyes. “Gu Jingshen, don’t tell me… Xia Zhizhi even sold the birthday gift you gave her?”
“……”
Gu Jingshen’s expression turned unpleasant at that.
He had always been courteous to others since childhood. No one had ever shown such disrespect to gifts he gave.
To sell them right in front of him—today, he had already encountered two such situations.
Seeing his darkening expression, Nan Yan immediately understood.
Right, she almost forgot. Xia Zhizhi was a transmigrated woman who had kicked away the male lead in a suffering romance story.
At that thought, Nan Yan suddenly felt a trace of sympathy for Gu Jingshen.
Enjoying the thrill of mistreating the wife for a moment, then entering a hellish chase after her.
Xia Zhizhi had transmigrated and abandoned him.
She, Nan Yan, had awakened and also abandoned him.
In this life, Gu Jingshen was truly miserable.
Hahahahahaha…
Nan Yan pressed her lips together, trying hard to hold back her laughter, suddenly curious about his ending in this lifetime.
A male lead disliked by both the female lead and the female supporting character—Gu Jingshen was probably the first of his kind in history.
Out of kindness, Nan Yan offered a comforting remark. “Ah, haha… don’t be sad. Next time just give cash directly. Bank transfer also works.”
“……”
Gu Jingshen: “What are you laughing at?”
Nan Yan covered her mouth, still failing to be polite. “You’ve got a pretty festive face. I can’t help laughing when I see you.”
Gu Jingshen: “……”
He stared at the face he had known for over twenty years, feeling a strange sense that Nan Yan had changed at some point.
She no longer seemed as obedient. She even kicked him when angry, and her strength had increased too—one hit could hurt for days.
After thinking for a while, Gu Jingshen took out his phone and checked the calendar. Today was indeed their birthday.
He considered many possibilities, but still couldn’t figure it out in the end, so he finally asked: “You… have you been short on money recently?”
【Ding~ Host, hug him.】
“……”
Without turning around, Nan Yan already knew Mo Jinchuan must have seen this.
“Embrace.”
Gu Jingshen: “?? What?”
Nan Yan steadied the crown on her head and kicked him in the chest. “I said hug. Are you deaf?”
Gu Jingshen, who had just crawled out of the flowerbed: “……”
“Come here. Hug.”
Nan Yan grabbed the still-unsteady Gu Jingshen and hugged him tightly. “Smile. Be happier.”
Gu Jingshen was completely stunned.
Where was he? Who was this?
……
Nan Yan returned to the living room with a satisfied expression, holding the crown.
The dazzling pink diamond crown looked more and more pleasing. Regardless of who gave it, she felt no psychological burden at all—she simply treated it as a reward for diligently following the plot all day.
The system’s tone was weak and lifeless: 【Auntie, I’m really exhausted. Can you please take the plot seriously?!】
【Who hugs someone after kicking them first?】
Nan Yan: “He couldn’t hear me clearly. I just reminded him kindly before hugging.”
System: 【……】
Hearing the system’s exhausted tone, Nan Yan suddenly had a flash of insight.
“System, if I complete the plot properly, do I get rewards? Or if I mess up the plot, will you be affected?”
The system looked at her sincere questioning and failed to detect her hidden intentions.
Because of Nan Yan’s awakening, it could no longer sense her thoughts, only supervise her plot execution.
【If you complete the plot well, you’ll receive a big reward.】
The system was clearly drawing a sweet trap, but Nan Yan did not like eating such “cakes.”
The second question was not denied—meaning it was possible.
So if she secretly broke the plot… would the system collapse?
When she returned to the living room, Mo Jinchuan was already seated at the dining table.
“?” Nan Yan looked out toward the entrance from the living room, but the entrance could not be seen from here.
Mo Jinchuan should have been on the second-floor balcony—there was a clear view of the entrance from there.
“You’ve been in the living room the whole time?”
She studied his profile, trying to see something, but found nothing.
Mo Jinchuan’s lips curved slightly with a hint of mockery. “What? Where did you want me to be? At the door watching you meet your secret lover?”
Nan Yan: “……”
She suddenly felt Mo Jinchuan had become more talkative than before.
But his words were quite unpleasant—always sarcastic toward her.
The butler standing not far away subconsciously glanced at the staircase. If he remembered correctly, President Mo had just come down from upstairs.
Was President Mo actually sneaking upstairs to look?
Wasn’t President Mo supposed to have no good impression of this Madam? This seemed to be the first time he had sat down to have dinner with her at home.
Nan Yan did not dwell on it further. Whether he saw or not, it didn’t matter.
Things had already happened, and she was never someone who overthought.
She pulled out a chair, placed the pink diamond crown on the table, and smiled sweetly. “Husband, is it pretty?”
Mo Jinchuan glanced at it with obvious disdain. “Your taste is really bad. You can even like something like this.”
Nan Yan: “……”
You have money, you’re impressive.
“Can you introduce me to your auction house friend? Let him help me sell it.”
She remembered from the book that Mo Jinchuan had a close friend who ran an auction house. She also recalled that this friend was later beaten up by Mo Jinchuan.
Upon hearing this, Mo Jinchuan’s expression softened slightly. He picked up the ugly crown and tossed it to the butler. “Sell it.”
He had a cleanliness obsession and did not want to look at anything belonging to outsiders even for a second.
It was an eyesore.
Nan Yan was startled by his casual throw. “Be careful. If it breaks, my money is gone.”
She had just checked—it was worth over twenty million. One careless drop and it would be ruined.
“That friend of mine runs charity auctions. The money goes directly to donation.”
“Donation?” Nan Yan froze for two seconds. “Never mind, don’t sell it.”
She had worked so hard acting all day for that “payment.” and now it was going to be donated—that was too tragic.
She just stood up, but the butler ignored her and ran off with the crown in a flash.
The elderly legs moved surprisingly fast.
Nan Yan: “……”
The butler immediately arranged for someone to send it away and sell it, then donate it under Madam’s name.
After following President Mo for many years, he assumed President Mo disliked the crown and wanted it gone immediately.
Because President Mo’s friend’s auction house was not actually a charity organization—President Mo was just saying nonsense.
Nan Yan looked at the fading silhouette of the old butler and twitched her mouth. “Can we call Uncle Chen back?”
“It’s too late. Uncle Chen is old and hard of hearing.”