"Mama, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
The small voice of Nannan ca from the phone.
This made ng Wantang, who was already filled with sha, want to dig a hole and crawl into it even more.
"No, no, it's nothing, Mommy just feels a bit hot." ng Wantang quickly fanned her face with her hand and glanced guiltily at Qin Chuan.
But when she t Qin Chuan's gaze, she quickly looked away.
The usually confident and poised woman showed a rare shy expression.
She thought she was being discreet, but unexpectedly, Nannan's voice ca again: "Mama, you're embarrassed."
"No, no, kids shouldn't talk nonsense."
ng Wantang quickly looked up and denied it.
"Mama, when you lie, your nose will grow long!" Nannan reminded her in a mature tone.
"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and do your howork." A guilty ng Wantang urged.
"I've already finished my howork. I want to chat with Daddy," Nannan pouted.
ng Wantang cast a resentful glance at her: "Daddy has work to do. Once he's done, Mommy will have him spend ti with you, okay?"
"Oh."
Nannan pouted, her doll-like face full of disappointnt.
Seeing her like this, a flicker of guilt passed through ng Wantang's eyes.
Because of her identity, she already had little ti to spend with her daughter.
Being from a single-parent family, her daughter's affection was already halved.
The combination of both made ng Wantang's heart feel heavy.
She had thought about leaving this world behind.
But in the world of the Jianghu, it was hard to extricate oneself.
If she abandoned everything in the Tiger Hall, she might not even survive a day.
After hanging up, ng Wantang had the driver stop the car by the roadside, got out alone, and looked at the bustling cityscape before her, letting out a long sigh.
"Mr. Qin, I'll have the driver take you back. I want to take a walk alone." ng Wantang forced a weak smile.
Qin Chuan was a bit worried.
Chu Hualong's people could appear at any mont.
The Titan's body was handled by ng Wantang, and Slim Monkey and Coiling Tiger could be watching sowhere.
Qin Chuan took out his phone and checked the ti: "I'll walk with you, it's safer."
ng Wantang smiled and shook her head, then patted the bag in her hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Alright, be careful then," Qin Chuan reminded her.
ng Wantang nodded, then turned and walked onto the sidewalk.
The twilight stretched her silhouette longer and longer.
"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the fragrant grass..."
Humming a nursery rhy, ng Wantang walked in a straight line along the pavent.
She spread her arms, like a flying bird, keeping her balance, and past mories flashed through her mind like a montage.
From her first encounter with the Red Dragon Association to becoming a core mber, then becoming a Hall Master.
The man in her mories beca increasingly blurred.
Instead, Qin Chuan's image would occasionally flash in her mind.
Gradually, ng Wantang beca a bit absent-minded, and accidentally tripped over a protruding brick below.
But just as she was about to fall, a pair of strong and firm arms caught her steadily.
In that mont of lying in soone's arms, ng Wantang felt a long-lost sense of peace, a feeling she yearned for.
When she focused, she found it was Qin Chuan, who had been appearing in her thoughts multiple tis just now.
"You... you were following ?" ng Wantang was slightly surprised.
"I've been following you all the way," Qin Chuan said with a shy smile.
"Does that an I just..."
ng Wantang suddenly recalled her childish actions earlier, and her face turned a deep shade of red with embarrassnt.
"I didn't hear anything, I absolutely didn't hear you singing a nursery rhy," Qin Chuan said awkwardly.
"You, stop saying that!"
ng Wantang playfully scolded him, her blush spreading rapidly, even her fair neck wasn't spared.
Embarrassed, she quickly wriggled out of Qin Chuan's embrace, turned her back to him, and tried to calm her emotions.
But no matter how deeply she breathed, the fluttering of her heart from a mont ago lingered in her mind, stubbornly refusing to dissipate.
Grrrr...
At this mont, Qin Chuan's stomach rumbled, having not eaten dinner yet.
The sound made ng Wantang burst into laughter.
Qin Chuan scratched his head awkwardly; he couldn't help the rumbling of his stomach.
Just then, ng Wantang turned around, her eyes fixed intently on the sowhat naive Qin Chuan.
She looked so deeply that it felt srizing.
Qin Chuan, ten years younger than her, was sunny, handso, simple, and innocent, making one want to protect and cherish him.
Unconsciously, ng Wantang's maternal instincts were stirred up.
"Silly child, if you're hungry, just say so. Co on, let big sister take you out to eat." ng Wantang initiated the offer, changing how she addressed Qin Chuan.
"Hall Master ng..." Qin Chuan instinctively wanted to refuse.
"Don't call Hall Master ng anymore, call Sister ng or Sister Wantang." ng Wantang originally wanted Qin Chuan to call her 'Wantang' directly, but upon reflection, she thought it sounded too intimate and dismissed the idea.
Without giving Qin Chuan a chance to refuse, she took him to a nearby newly opened barbecue restaurant and ordered a table full of ats and a few bottles of beer.
"Co, have a drink with sister," ng Wantang actively raised her glass.
Qin Chuan nodded, clinked glasses, and downed his beer in one go.
In the hot sumr, a glass of cold beer quickly dispelled much of the heat.
"Ah..."
ng Wantang made a content face without worrying about her image, then grabbed the skewers and began to feast.
At this mont, she shed the grandeur of a Tiger Hall Master, becoming more spontaneous like an ordinary person.
A rare indulgence.
"Eat up, why aren't you eating?" ng Wantang held a skewer and pushed it toward Qin Chuan's mouth.
Qin Chuan felt a bit overwheld and surprised at the generosity.
"Why, can't I be a normal person for once?" ng Wantang jested.
"No, not at all. I just think it's nice," Qin Chuan laughed.
In life, there are already enough unsatisfying things, and putting oneself in shackles is just self-tornt.
Being an ordinary person is so wonderful, greedy for money and lust, acting freely.
"Co on, I can only be a normal person for the duration of this drink, so I'll cherish it." ng Wantang raised her glass again.
This ti, Qin Chuan responded proactively.
At a small table for two, they shared embarrassing childhood stories, and the alcohol served as a catalyst for emotions, drawing them closer together.
With each glass of beer, ng Wantang's pretty face soon flushed red.
By the end, she could barely walk straight.
Qin Chuan called her driver to take her ho.
When they reached ng Wantang's ho, it was already 9:30 PM.
Nannan had already been lulled to sleep by the nanny.
Qin Chuan intended to have the nanny help ng Wantang into the house, but ng Wantang held onto his neck and refused to let go.
"Mr. Qin, could you carry Miss ng to her room? She might feel better lying down," the nanny suggested.
Qin Chuan smiled wryly, then mustered up the courage to carry ng Wantang to her bedroom.
Yet, even when he laid ng Wantang on the bed, she showed no intention of letting go.
Just as Qin Chuan was at a loss, the seemingly unconscious ng Wantang suddenly said to the nanny, "Auntie Huang, you can go to bed now, and close the door."
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