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??Chapter 273: She fulfilled her promise 2

Chapter 273: She fulfilled her promise 2

Wen Zhi raised her other hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, reminding ng Fan, “It’s not early anymore, the sun’s already high in the sky.”

After speaking, Wen Zhi slowly got up from the bed, bracing herself on it.

ng Fan, seeing that Wen Zhi hadn’t noticed yet, slipped off the bed and into the bathroom first.

Less than a minute later, Wen Zhi’s voice ca from outside:

“ng Fan, this hotel seems dirty. Look at my watch, how did it get such a big spiderweb on it after I woke up?”

ng Fan popped his head out of the bathroom: “Really? Then let’s leave the hotel quickly; we’ll stay at grandma’s tonight, guaranteed clean.”

Wen Zhi responded with an “oh.”

She lifted her wrist to examine the spiderweb on the watch screen more closely, yet the more she looked, the more sothing seed off, until her hand touched the screen,—and her face changed from confusion to a stupor—

“ng Fan, I just realized that it’s not a spiderweb; it’s the screen that’s shattered.”

ng Fan dared not make a sound.

…

The watch wasn’t completely broken; it could still be turned on, but the biggest issue was that the screen wasn’t responding.

ng Fan said guiltily, “Perhaps the inner screen got damaged, it’s usually fine if it’s just the outer screen that’s shattered.”

Wen Zhi’s lips downturned, on the verge of crying but holding back: “Woke up to a loss of half a million, and the watch doesn’t connect to the phone.”

ng Fan patted his chest: “No worries, I’ll give it to you.”

Yet Wen Zhi still couldn’t cheer up: “It’s actually my fault too. I shouldn’t have worn the Buddha Beads and the watch on the sa wrist.”

But ng Fan comforted her: “This actually indicates a very important thing.”

Wen Zhi imdiately asked, “What does it indicate?”

“Look, the Buddha Beads link you to your uncle, and the watch links you to Nian Xun,” ng Fan explained logically: “This ans that your uncle is really the one destined for you, and anything that might destroy your relationship with him will disappear.”

Wen Zhi pursed her lips, her expression very peculiar: “The watch was a gift from Nian Xun, I know the connection. But why would the Buddha Beads be linked to Shang Hexing?”

ng Fan: “…”!

Oh no, it seems that I spoke too soon, Zhizhi hasn’t recovered her mory yet! I guess she hasn’t dreamt about her uncle in these past few months.

Wen Zhi even specifically clarified: “ng Fan, these Buddha Beads were given to

by soone nad Gu Rang, not Shang Hexing.”

ng Fan deftly switched topics to gloss over: “Zhizhi, do you feel like Nian Xun likes you?”

As expected, upon hearing this, Wen Zhi imdiately clarified: “No, no, Nian Xun and I are just friends; my dad asked him to look after .”

ng Fan walked to the door and opened it, saying sideways, “Silly girl, just because you think that way doesn’t an Mr. Nian does—plus, he’s so young. Co on, let’s go to grandma’s.”

Wen Zhi hadn’t considered this possibility, as Nian Xun was always quite impatient with her and seed to have a bad temper.

Anyway, ti to leave.

The two of them exited the hotel together.

From ng Fan, Wen Zhi learned that the old lady’s place was still quite far from the hotel. There was a large prairie between Licheng and a small county town; it took almost an hour and a half by car.

As the car departed from the wide road and began to follow a winding one, about twenty minutes later, even ng Fan, who was usually unshakeable, nearly felt nauseous.

anwhile, Wen Zhi was still holding up well.

“Zhizhi, I usually never get carsick, but it seems like every ti I co here, I do,” ng Fan curled up snuggling into Wen Zhi’s arms, looking utterly listless.

Wen Zhi was gripping her backpack and looking out the window: “Just look at the scenery outside more; it really is beautiful.”

The driver with his sowhat broken Mandarin chid in: “You’ve seen nothing yet, wait till you reach Gongnaisi Great Prairie, then you’ll realize you have wasted the first half of your life.”

Wen Zhi chuckled, thinking to herself that the driver was really exaggerating.

She looked down at ng Fan, who was now feeble and curled up against her, barely making a sound.

After driving for another ten minutes, Wen Zhi noticed ng Fan’s complexion turning quite pale and he was murmuring sothing, prompting her to call out urgently to the driver: “Stop the car, stop the car.”

The driver asked, “We still have half an hour to go to our destination, are you sure you want to stop here?”

Wen Zhi struggled to speak: “My friend is about to pass out.”

Hearing this, the driver briskly found a spot to pull over.

Wen Zhi got out first, gathered her spirits a bit, then with the driver’s assistance, helped the pale-faced ng Fan out of the car.

“ng Fan, are you okay?” Wen Zhi gently cradled ng Fan’s face to steady him.

ng Fan, with his eyelids half-closed, was extrely lethargic: “I can’t take it anymore, I’m too dizzy.”

Wen Zhi asked, “So do we go back to the hotel, or rest here a bit longer?”