She intended to settle accounts with them one by one, but if they wished to repay everything at once, she wouldn't mind either.
Nan Ningbai's pupils narrowed slightly, a vague sense of foreboding creeping over him.
Years of intuition in the business world told him not to act rashly before fully understanding his opponent's hand.
This time, Nan Song's return from the "dead" made him feel that she was different from before, as if she had become a different person, exuding a gloominess reminiscent of his ruthless elder brother.
He forced a stiff smile, "Xiao Song, we can move, but at least give us some time, look at all our... belongings."
Nan Song looked at her uncle, who had reverted to his old, two-faced demeanor in front of her father, and sneered coldly inside.
He had calculated that she and her father were soft-hearted, reluctant to drive their own family to despair.
"Fine, I'll give you time."
Nan Song did not press them further. After all, she had returned, and it would be their own feat if they could continue to live there peacefully.
Turning to walk towards her room, a vase suddenly fell, blocking her path. Nan Song bent down to pick it up, her gaze sweeping over the vase indifferently. Seizing the opportunity, Nan Ningbai came over to curry favor.
"Niece, this is a fine vase, I spent a fortune to acquire it. It's said to have been used by Consort Donggo, a favorite of Emperor Shunzhi, for flower arrangements. If you like it, your uncle can reluctantly part with it and give it to you." Nan Song's red lips curled in mockery, and with a casual toss, the vase fell to the ground with a crisp sound, shattering into pieces.
Just as Nan Ningbai's heart was aching, he heard her indifferent remark, "It's a fake."
...
In the quiet of the night, the Nan family estate, which had been buzzing all day, finally calmed down temporarily.
After taking a shower and drying her hair, Nan Song changed into plain clothes and went to her parents' room. On the table were their portraits, her father handsome and dashing, her mother beautiful and elegant with a heroic air.
Her eyes moistened as she approached, touching her parents' portraits, her voice choked with emotion, "Mom, Dad, your daughter has returned."
Nan Song knelt before her parents, feeling empty and lonely.
Her parents had passed away three years ago.
Three years ago, many things had happened.
Back then, she was still a carefree little princess living in the Rose Garden, her daily life filled with studying various subjects, taking exams, and her greatest joy was browsing news about Yu Jinwen online.
That year she was twenty-one, seven years had passed since her kidnapping, but she still couldn't forget the hero who had saved her. Her father, who doted on her, was finally moved by her and persuaded her mother to go to Beicheng to "propose marriage". When they left, she was still clinging to them,撒娇, waiting for their good news, never expecting that what came back was the news of their death. They had been in a car accident on the highway, the entire vehicle had exploded. The car exploded, and their bodies were burned beyond recognition, almost impossible to identify. She couldn't believe her parents were really gone, but the forensic identification confirmed that the deceased were indeed her parents.
The sky falling down must have felt like that.
If it weren't for her, perhaps her parents wouldn't have died... but she dared not blame herself, for the sake of her parents, she had to live on.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Nan Song struggled to her feet from her sore and numb knees and answered the call, "Hello..."
On the other end was the man with the tea-colored sunglasses from that day, also her buddy and confidant, the seventh young master of the Bai family, Bai Luyu, "There's something I'm not sure if I should tell you."
Nan Song impatiently said, "Speak."
Bai Seven: "Your ex-husband has announced his wedding, marrying Zhuo Xuan in four days."
Nan Song's hand holding the phone stiffened as if electrocuted, her heart felt as if it had been fiercely gripped, a pain that went to the bone.
Four days later, it would be the day their divorce process was completed... Was he so eager to marry his beloved?