After Nan Ze’s car accident, the blood used for the surgery was Jiang Xiaoman’s. Her request was to let Jiashu live in the Nan Family.
At that ti, Nan Wan knew that this woman might look busty and brainless, but she was actually sharper than anyone else.
With control over the lifeline of Nan Ze and Shen Zhii, the Nan Family would naturally beco her son’s.
Nan Wan’s hand hanging by her side gradually clenched into a fist, her nails digging deeply into her palm, yet her face remained calm and unruffled, without a trace of emotion.
"Jiang Xiaoman, don’t forget, Jiashu is Nan Chengzhi’s only grandson. He may be ungrateful and heartless, but he wouldn’t just stand by and watch his own grandson be hard.
"He hasn’t gone senile yet. Do you think he wouldn’t know if you tried anything in the Nan Family?"
"You!"
Jiang Xiaoman imdiately beca angered, raising her arm as if to slap, but suddenly realizing sothing, her hand awkwardly changed direction, pretending to fix her hair.
The benevolent mother image she had just portrayed was witnessed by everyone here; she couldn’t let herself be embarrassed.
But what this little brat said wasn’t wrong. Although Nan Chengzhi was indifferent towards these siblings, he adored his grandson, treating him like a treasure, so she wouldn’t get away with anything.
Just as she was about to say sothing to save face, she suddenly saw sothing, and then a look of joy appeared on her face.
"Don’t be so quick to celebrate," she said, nodding towards an international luxury brand’s storefront, with an expression of watching a good show, half-covering her mouth with her fingers, feigning surprise, "Isn’t that... Mu Jin Huan from the Mu Family..."
Nan Wan instinctively looked over at the ntion of this na.
What appeared in sight could be considered as romantic as any scene in an idol drama.
A girl in white, sitting in a wheelchair, with long straight hair cascading over her shoulders, a slender neck, and upturned lips...
Nan Wan could tell just from her profile that she was not ordinary.
Though her legs seed inconvenient, it looked like she was only injured and hadn’t fully recovered, and she could potentially stand, but her companion seed reluctant.
Each pair of shoes was personally fetched for her, and he knelt to try them on for her himself.
As he bent over, his head lowered, and when he accidentally raised his eyes, they were filled with tender affection, nearly overflowing.
The store clerks beside them were full of envy, watching the scene like fangirls, surrounded by pink bubbles.
No wonder everyone around was focused on that store. Compared to the commonplace displays of parental affection, the romance between handso n and beautiful won was naturally more pleasing to the eyes.
Nan Wan just glanced indifferently and looked away, "You just stand aside and watch, don’t block ."
Jiang Xiaoman found it hard to believe. Clearly, Nan Wan had put in so much effort to climb up to this man, yet he appeared publicly with another woman at this mont.
And Nan Wan was acting as if she were watching soone completely unrelated, showing no signs of grief or anger, not even furrowing her brow, disturbingly calm.
Jiang Xiaoman didn’t see the scene she expected and felt sowhat disappointed, but still persistent, "President Mu’s relationship with the lady beside him seems pretty close."
Nan Wan blinked, "So what?"
The more Jiang Xiaoman saw her calm deanor, the more annoyed she beca. She gritted her teeth, suddenly smiled, and said, "If you dare, wait here for five minutes."
After saying this, without waiting for Nan Wan’s response, she walked directly into that brand store, her high heels making a piercing sound as they hit the floor.
Standing in front of the man and woman, Jiang Xiaoman put on a deliberately flattering smile, "Hello, President Mu, I’m the mother of Nan Family’s CEO, Nan Huaiyu."
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