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On the other end of the phone, Nan Mu's face was ashen. Her eldest son had slept with someone without even pursuing a relationship. If it weren't for the fact that he was her son, she would have been furious. But given the current situation, Nan Mu was deep in thought.
Could it be that Yun Zhi Yue didn't want to get engaged and just wanted to move on from this?
Nan Jing paused in his task of cooking porridge and replied, "Yes."
Nan Mu covered her face with her hands. "Let's put the engagement on hold for now. You're pushing too hard; Yun Zhi Yue will only resist you more. What you need to do now is to eliminate any potential rivals around her quickly, and then take your time to win her over."
As a mother who had been through similar experiences, she understood that regardless of whether they had been drunk or had acted inappropriately last night, the fact that they ended up together meant that Yun Zhi Yue had feelings for him.
"I’m telling you, it’s about feelings between men and women. It’s not easy to become childhood sweethearts, and it’s even harder for them to turn things around. Son, you need to be careful."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Jing found that the porridge was almost ready. He didn’t think turning things around would be difficult; it all depended on whether he wanted to make an effort.
He carried a bowl of hot porridge upstairs and gently cradled Yun Zhi Yue in his arms, feeding her spoonful by spoonful until she finished the bowl before setting her down again.
Then he quietly watched her sleeping face—so familiar yet somehow etched into his heart without him realizing it.
After lying in bed for a day and a half, Yun Zhi Yue finally revived enough to leave Nan Jing's house.
What relieved her was that Nan Jing hadn’t mentioned anything about engagement or pressed for a title; it felt as if everything was left up to her.
This made Yun Zhi Yue feel much better. When she left, she still jokingly leaned against Nan Jing, saying that sharing a bed wasn’t a big deal.
Nan Jing watched with a smirk, neither approving nor disapproving; his gaze alone made her feel uneasy.
This reckless behavior seemed to only increase their connection. Meanwhile, the Reincarnation Stone was on edge, fearing that Nan Jing might erase Yun Zhi Yue from existence with just a flick of his finger.
The likelihood of such an event happening was extremely low, but the Reincarnation Stone still broke out in a cold sweat for Yun Zhi Yue.
On the way, Yun Zhi Yue received a message from Nan Jing with a photo taken at an awkward angle outside the hotel.
Suddenly realizing everything from last night had been orchestrated, she wondered if Yue Tong had been involved, but there was no doubt that Sun Xiaoyue was not innocent.
Thinking about the Equity Transfer Agreement in the office, Yun Zhi Yue deliberated before concluding that there was nothing that couldn’t be said among family.
She drove straight to her father's office at Yun Corporation.
In the office, a father and daughter stared at each other, their eyes locked in a silent standoff. Yun Fu's fingers cracked ominously, like a lion defending its territory.
Fuming, he demanded, "Yun Zhi Yue, you better explain to me—what's that thing around your neck? Is it from that scoundrel in Nan Jing?"
Yun Zhi Yue replied with a serious demeanor, "I told you it was a mosquito bite, Dad. Don't go around making baseless accusations."
"I'm here to discuss something important. May I ask Chairman Yun, am I your only child and the future heir of the Yun Family?"
Yun Fu paused for a moment before responding, "Why are you suddenly asking this? Aren't you uninterested in the Yun family?"
Crossing her legs and lifting her chin with an air of superiority, she declared, "Dad, I'm laying my cards on the table. I'm not interested in business, but to me, being part of the Yun family means I could have a substantial dowry in the future. That would be quite impressive."
Yun Fu was taken aback at first but then burst into hearty laughter, genuinely delighted by her boldness.
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