The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 659 - 572 Why

Nan Zhan suddenly stretched out his slender arm and rummaged through the pocket in front of her.

"How tall and how heavy is your boyfriend?" In the end, it was the salesperson’s kind heart that helped her make a recommendation.

Upon hearing the words "your boyfriend," Jian Si was slightly stunned, but the salesperson was a stranger, so there was no need for her to explain, "He should be about 185cm tall, and his weight seems to be... around 70kg."

The salesperson chose a size: "This one, it should be suitable."

Jian Si thanked her and paid the money.

Then, he called out, "Jian Si."

Jian Si turned around blankly, "Huh?"

"What exactly happened yesterday?" Seeing his disheveled appearance and the injuries on his body when he returned, she could imagine the extreme danger at that time.

Nan Zhan was sitting with his knees hugged, playing with his phone in one hand.

Before confirming Li Kaiquan’s identity, he considered telling her about this, but after experiencing the life-and-death escape, he dismissed the thought.

Both he and she were looking for the perpetrator of the past incident; he was responsible for taking the dark paths while she was tasked with embarking on the risk-free, sunny road.

Li Kaiquan was able to bully others in Da’an Village, which certainly meant he had some strength, and maybe even a criminal underworld background. Undoubtedly, behind him, there must have been a vast power supporting him.

Therefore, engaging in dangerous confrontations with Li Kaiquan was not suitable for her. She should just quietly draw portraits in the square, searching through millions of people for that one elusive grain of sand.

It seems that Leng Shaoqing was right; he would unconsciously start to consider her feelings, her thoughts, and put her first in everything.

Fine then, he would allow himself to express his respect for the philandering Leng Shaoqing; indeed, among all professions, a true expert arises.

(Leng Shaoqing sneezed twice: Damn it, who’s cursing me?)

Seeing that Nan Zhan didn’t speak, Jian Si spoke again: "Yesterday, a large group of people stormed the inn we were staying at around three in the morning. They beat up the owner and even burned your luggage. It was just cleared away by the cleaners this morning."

"Some people want us silenced."

Jian Si stopped her movement: "You mean people from the prosecutor’s office?"

Nan Zhan nodded: "Someone’s afraid we’ll uncover more clues that are unfavorable to them if we keep investigating. They wanted to give us a hard time hoping we’d back down."

"No wonder even the police don’t interfere; they’re in cahoots." Jian Si felt indignant: "They’re afraid of taking responsibility, so they want to push all the blame onto Li Kaiquan? That’s too much."

"This place is far from the emperor’s reach, naturally the legal mechanisms aren’t as robust as they are in Aus City. It’s normal for such things to happen."

"Who were the attackers at the inn?"

Nan Zhan pondered for a moment; these people weren’t Li Kaiquan’s men. He couldn’t cover both fronts, and the most likely possibility was...

"They were all relatives of the victims," Nan Zhan affirmed: "They were originally in a state of extreme emotional distress. With just a little incitement, they’d take drastic actions. They chose to act early in the morning because, at 3:30 AM, people are usually in deep sleep, and secondly, I was at Da’an Village then. They were prepared for both possibilities; if I were taken down there, they could deal with you, and if not, I would definitely be back by that time to take action."

Jian Si caught on: "Only they didn’t expect to miss the target."

Nan Zhan’s smile carried Nan’s unique pride: "Unfortunately, they only thought of what I had also anticipated."

Jian Si recalled last night’s mysterious call and the password; looking at the man sitting in front of her, she had never felt this way before; he was so reassuring, her heart brimming with a sense of security that almost spilled out.

Such a man, although low in emotional intelligence, did not hinder his ability to attract women’s attention—falling for him was just a matter of time.

Jian Si wondered if many women had fallen for him after seeing his deductive reasoning, becoming hopelessly devoted to him?

"What did you go to Da’an Village for?" Jian Si shook her head to discard those unrealistic fantasies.

"There was a clue, but in the end, it was useless, and I almost fell into a trap."

He spoke lightly of it, but Jian Si could imagine the blood and violence of that moment. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been injured, nor would he have had his calls monitored.

"The password you created was really difficult." Jian Si folded the gauze into small pieces and pressed it on his wound, then secured it with medical tape around the edges.

Nan Zhan: "That was the simplest password I could think of."

Any more straightforward, and even a three-year-old child could have guessed it.

Jian Si pouted; it was not as simple as he said; he must think everyone has the thinking pattern of an alien like him.

"Did you call Zhengzheng?"

Jian Si’s face turned red: "My mind was a mess then, so I had to call him."

Nan Zhan didn’t expect it to be true and couldn’t help but turn around, teasingly looking at her.

Jian Si: "What are you looking at?"

"I’m looking at a fool."

"Nan Zhan," Jian Si snapped, pressing down on his wound in retaliation, annoyance morphing into rage.

Nan Zhan winced in pain, crying out, "Be gentle."

"Serves you right."

He laughed, a particularly brilliant smile, like a rose blooming at the corner of his mouth.

Jian Si muttered a wish for his pain but found herself dazed by his uninhibited smile.

A man usually so cold and reticent, such a smile was undoubtedly stunning and made one’s heart burst with joy.

On the way back, Jian Si didn’t talk to Nan Zhan at all, just looking down at the "Principles of Criminal Law" she had brought.

Even though Jian Si was ignoring Nan Zhan, she couldn’t help but admire him for managing to memorize the entire book, down to every single word. But thinking of what he said earlier that morning, her complexion darkened again.

"Do you want some water?" The pitiful Attorney Nan was trying his best to make amends; he had already verbally admitted to a criminal motive, making all his explanations seem pale and ineffective.

Jian Si didn’t even glance at him, taking out a bottle of mineral water from her bag. She was actually a bit thirsty.

Attorney Nan encountered another setback, inevitably feeling frustrated. Having lived for over thirty years, he had never experienced how to placate an angry girl; it seemed more complex than those tricky legal cases.

Jian Si twisted the cap of the mineral water, thinking it would open easily, but trying once, twice, and even using force still did not overcome the small cap.

She wasn’t the type of delicate girl who couldn’t open bottle caps; today was just strange.