“I…
know,” Qiao Yonghui had no choice but to reply through gritted teeth.
He knows shit!
If he did, he wouldn’t have come off worse last night!
His hand is still hurting now!
Old Master Nan grew even more furious, “Then why didn’t you try to persuade?
How much did Ah Wan hope that Xiao Xi could become a dancer and fulfill her unachieved dream?”
Qiao Yonghui: “…”
There’s no right answer to this!
“Kids have their own ideas.
Our Xiao Xi prefers martial arts.”
Just then, Song Jia entered from outside, all smiles, and took over the conversation.
“Martial arts?” Nan Mufeng stared intently at Jian Xi.
Such a delicate person, practicing martial arts?
“Yes!
It’s quite unique, isn’t it!
Our Xiao Xi has always been different since she was young!
She can fight!” While Song Jia spoke, she took fruit out from the fridge to cut, “Old Master Nan, Mufeng, have some fruit.”
Jian Xi looked at Song Jia with a smirk and a sneer.
Ah, smearing her name again!
However, it didn’t matter.
It’d be best if Song Jia could make Nan Mufeng give up on her directly!
If he brought it up, it wouldn’t count as her breaking her promise…
“But our Xiao Xi isn’t just someone who causes trouble at will.
The main purpose of martial arts training, you see, is for self-defense; causing trouble has always been a last resort.
I’ve even considered getting Yingying to learn too, but she prefers playing the cello, which is too delicate…”
“It’s good for girls to have the ability to protect themselves, those too delicate are suspicious of being too affected!” Nan Mufeng said nonchalantly, but there was an undeniable sense of protectiveness in his tone for Jian Xi.
Grandpa Nan was quite pleased, giving his grandson an approving smile, “Xiao Xi, where is your room?
Mufeng has bought you some stuff; let him take it up to you!”
“On the second floor!” Qiao Yonghui hastily replied.
As long as the car accident wasn’t mentioned again, anything else goes!
Nan Mufeng picked up the items and headed upstairs.
Jian Xi furrowed her brows and followed him, her mind whirring.
She couldn’t comprehend: in the country, Jian Xi had the image of a degenerate!
Why was the Nan family taking her so seriously?
“My grandfather and your mother were good friends despite the age difference.” Nan Mufeng suddenly stopped.
Jian Xi was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice and bumped right into him.
Bang—
Her nose felt like it was breaking!
How could his back be so hard!!
“A martial artist who daydreams while walking?”
His teasing voice sounded from overhead.
Jian Xi, clutching her nose, looked up and glared at Nan Mufeng.
Her nose was smarting and her eyes were already rimmed red from the pain, “Is this how you always walk?”
“I look at the lights when there are traffic signals.
When there aren’t any, of course I walk when I want to and stop when I want to.
Don’t you do the same?”
Jian Xi was at a loss for words.
“Which one is your room?”
“That one.” Jian Xi pointed to a room at the end of the corridor.
Nan Mufeng took long strides and crossed over in a few steps, pushing the door open and walking in.
Jian Xi: “…”
Are they that close?
Entering the room, Nan Mufeng deposited the gift box beside the vanity and then leaned against it, watching Jian Xi.
“Just say whatever you want to say!” Jian Xi sighed as she closed the door and sat down on the bed across from him.
“Why didn’t you tell Grandpa?
He could help you,” Nan Mufeng asked.
“Family scandals should not be publicized, and besides, I can handle it.”
“Oh, and how did you handle it?”
“By seeking criminal responsibility.”
Nan Mufeng raised his eyebrows, “Indeed a member of the Qiao family?”
“Mhm.”
“Why?” Nan Mufeng’s eyebrows furrowed even more.
“It’s not the first time, I’m used to it.” Jian Xi shrugged nonchalantly, looking up at him, “I mean, are we that familiar?”
“Fiancé and fiancée, would you say that’s close?” Nan Mufeng asked in return.