The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 646 - 559 He Will Teach You

Jian Si finished wiping the desk and noticed a photo frame on it. It was unclear whether it had been deliberately placed face down or if it had been knocked over by its owner.

Just as Jian Si was about to set it upright, she heard a deep male voice behind her that faintly carried a hint of anger, "Are you here to be an assistant or a cleaning lady?"

Jian Si was startled. This voice, it was all too familiar.

When she turned around, Nan Zhan had already walked past her to the desk. He reached out his large hand to pick up the photo frame that Jian Si was about to straighten. With a snap, it sounded like a whip striking on her heart.

She stammered, looking at him, "You are Dylan?"

Nan Zhan didn’t answer but glanced at the rag in her hands, "Miss Jian, your position is an assistant. Please take these cleaning supplies out. This is not your job."

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she clenched the rag in her hand. It was only at this moment that she belatedly understood all the previous doubts—why a law firm would hire her when she clearly had no exceptional skills to offer. Now she realized, it was all arranged by Nan Zhan.

But wasn’t he supposed to be fighting with her for custody over Zhengzheng? Why would he still offer her a job?

"Take this document to be copied. I’ll need it in a bit." A folder was suddenly tossed onto the desk in front of her.

"Got it, Lawyer Nan." "Here, please call me Dylan." Nan Zhan didn’t look up and started his computer, his voice as indifferently cold as usual.

Jian Si pursed her lips and muttered quietly, "Understood, Dylan."

She had no idea where the copier was. After looking around outside without success, she happened to bump into a passing colleague, a girl who seemed to be always smiling.

"Hello, my name is Jian Si, I’m new here. Could you please tell me where the copier is?" Jian Si politely stopped her.

The girl smiled and said, "Hello, I’m Fei Fan. The copier is in the printing room, I’ll show you the way."

Fei Fan led Jian Si warmly to the printing room, where two colleagues were already copying documents.

Standing aside, Jian Si was almost captivated by his magnetic voice, until Nan Zhan put down the phone. Only then did she straighten up and seriously said, "Dylan, the copies are ready."

"Hmm." Nan Zhan tossed over a few more folders: "These need to be copied as well, in triplicate."

Jian Si acknowledged and confidently headed out with the files in her arms.

Nan Zhan watched her slender figure disappear, and tapped his desk meaningfully with the pen in his hand.

All morning, Jian Si was bustling about, if not copying documents then searching for information for Nan Zhan, too busy even to sip water.

Finally, at lunchtime, Nan Zhan stepped out to take a call, allowing Jian Si a moment to breathe.

No sooner had she taken a sip of water when there was a knock on the door, followed by a head peeking in, looking around to make sure Nan Zhan was away before sighing in relief.

"Jian Si, let’s go out to eat," Fei Fan beckoned her.

Jian Si had a good impression of Fei Fan; she was lively, generous, enthusiastic, and had a quirky charm that was endearing.

She placed her cup down and tidied her desk quickly before standing up and walking toward her.

"I noticed Dylan leave, that’s why I dared to come find you," Fei Fan said as she linked arms with her naturally. "You’re new here and not familiar with the place; you probably don’t know where to go for lunch. So here I am, your timely rain, arriving just in time."

As Fei Fan spoke, the corners of her mouth naturally curved upwards. Even when not smiling, her expression carried a hint of mirth, giving people a very friendly first impression.

"Thank you, Miss Lin."

"Oh my, stop with the ’Miss Lin’—you’ll make me cringe. We’re all just working for someone else, and I reckon we’re about the same age. Just call me Fanfan, and I’ll call you Sisi, how about that?"

Jian Si felt a moment of déjà vu. The same words had been spoken by Feng Piaopiao when they first met. Back then, because she was introverted and seldom talked, Jian Si had almost no interaction with others in her class. A month into school, she was still a loner. Everyone assumed she was conceited due to good grades and a privileged family background, so they naturally distanced themselves. However, the boys in the class were keen on her, but she seemed uncomfortable around them. Despite the boys’ eagerness, they met with cold rejection.

It was then that Feng Piaopiao appeared, the first one to invite her to join games during PE class, the first to walk shoulder to shoulder with her after school, and the first to sit across from her in the canteen, gnawing on chicken legs face to face.

She had said, "My name is Feng Piaopiao. You call me Piaopiao, and I’ll call you Sisi, how about that?"

Her voice and smile are still vivid in my mind, but alas, she is gone like a fleeting scent or a shattered jade—forever separated by the realms of heaven and earth.

"Sisi, what’s wrong? Don’t you like me calling you that?" Fei Fan noticed that Jian Si was staring at her face, lost in thought, and hadn’t responded for a long time, feeling somewhat thwarted.

It wasn’t long before Jian Si gave her a brilliant smile: "What should we have for lunch... Fanfan?"

Fei Fan’s worries turned into joy in an instant, and she replied with a smile: "Around here, there’s ramen, wontons, beef chow fun, and oh, a rice noodle shop just opened last week. How about we give it a try?"

Fei Fan was a very talkative girl, and she kept discussing office gossip with her during the meal.

"Is Dylan really that stern?" Fei Fan looked at her, with a touch of sympathy, "He’s gone through six assistants, none of whom met his expectations. Only Hong Yuan managed to stick around. We all admire him for being able to handle Dylan’s mood swings with ease. I guess they recruited you because Hong Yuan now handles too many things."

"By the way, Dylan is also a famous eligible bachelor,

Jian Si listened with a smile, eating the rice noodles in her bowl unhurriedly.

"But all these people are wasting their efforts, especially President Zhang from HR, because they don’t know that Dylan actually has a fiancée..." Fei Fan hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly there was a loud noise of a spoon dropping to the floor, and surprised, she looked up to see Jian Si bending down to pick up the spoon.

"How careless," said Fei Fan, hurriedly asking the waiter for a new spoon, "Use this one."

"Thank you," Jian Si took it, smiled at her, and then lowered her head again.

So Nan Zhan already had a fiancée; if he was getting married, why was he competing with her for Zhengzheng? He could simply let his future wife have another child for him—if he wished, two or even three. And now, aside from Zhengzheng, she really had nothing left.

Piaopiao had died, her second uncle was in prison, and even if there was Jian Chuan, it wouldn’t be long before he had his own family.

Returning to the office, Jian Si sat down to review the materials Nan Zhan had assigned to her that morning. She had to organize everything thoroughly.

Lacking experience in this area, Jian Si had to read through legal books and search online as she went. For an outsider, this job was challenging but also full of learning opportunities.

Although she was not as extremely intelligent as Nan Zhan and Zhengzheng (of course, they were in the genius category), Jian Si was also a top student when she was in school, naturally quick-witted and particularly good at memorization.

In the afternoon, with Nan Zhan away, she had a lot more time to read legal books. She began with the basics and immersed herself for hours on end.

It was not until the end of the workday, when Fei Fan came to knock on her door and ask if she was leaving, that she closed the books.

She wanted to stay and read more, but she had to go home to cook for Zhengzheng, so she asked Fei Fan if the books could be taken out. After Fei Fan confirmed it was okay, Jian Si picked out a few to put in her bag.

Back home, Zhengzheng had already washed the vegetables and was sitting at the dining table reading a book.

Looking up when she came in, he offered a small upward curve of his mouth, "How’s work going?"

"Not bad, there’s just a lot I don’t know and need to learn," said Jian Si as she set down her bag and headed straight for the kitchen, "Are you hungry? I’ll start cooking now."

Zhengzheng continued flipping through the book pages, "It’s okay if you don’t know, he’ll teach you."

About to turn on the gas, Jian Si paused at this comment and looked back doubtfully at Zhengzheng’s calm expression, "Did you already know about this?"

"I had my guesses."

It’s just you who is slow to catch on.

Jian Si felt utterly dejected, having been jabbed by her father in the morning and now by her own son in the evening. How was she supposed to live like this?

Of course, Zhengzheng’s comments didn’t deter Jian Si; her current predicament didn’t allow for the luxury of giving up, regardless of whether this opportunity was given by Nan Zhan or not. She had to persist unconditionally.

"Can we go see second uncle?" During dinner, Zhengzheng stirred the rice in his bowl with his chopsticks.

Jian Si was serving a dish when she heard this and hesitated for a moment with her chopsticks, "Second uncle can’t have visitors right now, but I’ll figure something out."

Jian Si had already spoken with Nan Yu, who said he could help make arrangements, but since Jian Hedong was a major criminal, it would probably be difficult to see him soon. Also, Jian Hedong repeatedly stated in prison that he wouldn’t hire a lawyer, he told Jian Chuan and Jian Si to stay out of it, and that even if they wanted to hire one, he wouldn’t cooperate.

It’s not that they hadn’t tried; however, those attempts had come to naught.