The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 664 - 577 Think About It
Jian Si looked at him blankly: "What?"
He had already taken the lunch box from her hands: "I’m going to make you unable to leave me."
The small lunch box seemed even more delicate in his hands, and he took it straight to the firm’s hot water room.
Many people in the firm have the habit of bringing their own meals, so the firm has set up a special washing area near the pantry, and at this time, after lunch, a few female colleagues were washing their lunch boxes, chattering and gossiping away.
"I saw Dylan this morning, I greeted him, guess what?" Female Colleague A exclaimed with flushed excitement.
"What happened, what happened?" the other two curiously craned their necks forward.
"He actually smiled at me, can you believe it?" Female Colleague A gushed as if she had won the lottery, "Have you ever seen Dylan smile?"
The other two shook their heads in unison, their eyes filled with envy.
Dylan is the founding member of this law firm, a handsome and wealthy bachelor. What’s particularly rare is that his intelligence and beauty coexist with modesty and wealth,
so although Dylan usually doesn’t show much emotion and is strict with subordinates, this does not prevent him from being the male god in the hearts of many female colleagues.
"He must look really good when he smiles, right?"
"I was so dazzled that I almost went blind." Female Colleague A laughed heartily.
At that moment, next to them at the tap, there appeared a tall and upright figure holding a cartoon lunch box that didn’t quite seem to match his stature.
The three women caught sight of him and were simultaneously stunned, their mouths agape.
Nan Zhan bent his precious waist and slowly washed the lunch boxes.
There were two boxes, neither large, and he washed them meticulously. His long fingers made the ordinary task seem somewhat out of place yet soothing and pleasing to the eye.
One of them came to her senses, hastily greeted, "Good day, Dylan."
The other two also hurriedly offered their greetings. It must be said, though they saw him as a male god, they felt he was as elusive as flowers in the fog or the moon reflected on the water’s surface, unreal and more to be feared than approached.
Nan Zhan continued to wash the lunch boxes, his movements gentle, only the noise of running water by his ears.
Having no expectation of a reaction from him—since he has always been cold and aloof, unlike another partner of the firm, Lan Jin, who seemed as approachable as the morning sun and had good relations with everyone, sometimes joining them for lunch in their offices or participating in small weekend gatherings—they were about to leave slightly embarrassed.
Lan Jin once said, Dylan is a lone wolf.
Seeing that Nan Zhan had no reaction, they glanced at each other and were about to leave, somewhat abashed.
Just then, Nan Zhan had finished washing the lunch boxes, flicked the droplets of water from his hands, looked up, and smiled at them, a faint smile that passed through his dark eyes, and said in his enchanting magnetic voice, "Keep it up."
All three were stunned, solidified as they watched Nan Zhan’s tall figure walk away.
"Oh my god, it wasn’t my illusion, was it? Dylan not only smiled at me but also told me to keep it up."
"Don’t flatter yourself, he clearly was looking at me when he said it."
"It was me, obviously."
The three women finished speaking and burst into giggles, yet a single smile and a word of encouragement seemed to fill them with strength.
Full of vigor indeed.
Jian Si was organizing documents she’d need in the afternoon when two freshly washed lunch boxes, still with drops of water on them, were placed in front of her.
She looked up in surprise and saw Nan Zhan’s infuriatingly handsome face, his narrow and deep eyes staring intensely at her: "Did I score points?"
Jian Si laughed: "You don’t have to do these things yourself; you’re Dylan, after all."
"I find it very fulfilling. From tomorrow on, I’ll wash the lunch boxes."
What else could Jian Si say? Rarely does someone volunteer, so naturally, she was willing to indulge his small desire.
Nan Zhan raised an eyebrow and returned to his seat. Of course, he had his own machinations. Shaoqing said that to move a woman’s heart, you should not overlook the small things. Start small to build your kingdom around her, making her unable to do anything without thinking of you, and then, she would be at your mercy within the kingdom you’ve built.
She’s in charge of preparing lunch; he’s in charge of washing the lunch boxes, and then every morning when she picks up the lunch box, the first thing on her mind is bound to be him.
Excellent.
Jian Si didn’t think so much about it. Busy with work, she had no time to consider these details, and Nan Zhan slipped back into work mode after lunch break, his expression serious, lips lightly pursed, the picture of integrity and solemnity.
The afternoon was busy. The cases needing his review stacked half a foot high, and Jian Si was writing a statement of claim, overwhelmed with work. They had virtually no interaction.
Finally catching a break, Jian Si took the chance to pick up her cup for water. Just as she unintentionally looked up, he was also looking over here, their gazes colliding mid-air. His eyes carried a hint of a smile, while she shyly lowered her head.
Even Jian Si, slow to catch on as she might have been, understood that the nature of their relationship had changed. He was openly showing his affection, and it happened that she also had feelings for him. She just wasn’t sure if this meant that their relationship was now official.
Having never been in love before, Jian Si couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
Stealing a moment amidst her busy schedule, Jian Si noticed Nan Zhan was still buried in his work, so she typed two characters into the computer chat box: Nan Zhan.
Regrettably, there was very little information about him online, not even a Baidu Baike entry – something she realized fit his character, as he was never one for the limelight. Besides, with the Nan Family being so prominent, they probably preferred not to draw too much attention.
Nonetheless, she managed to find a recent photo of him among the images of those with the same name – taken after a court session, it showed him talking to someone on the courthouse steps.
Just a side profile, but his features were clear and handsome, strikingly so.
Even through the screen, Jian Si could feel his commanding presence, and having never seen him in court, she started to look forward to it.
Jian Si right-clicked to save the photo in a document, hiding it in an obscure folder on her computer.
"Assistant Jian, your delivery," a colleague knocked and handed over a document envelope.
Jian Si thought it was just another file from the law firm; she processed dozens of them every day.
She didn’t rush to open the delivery. Instead, she filed the documents she had organized into a folder, stood up and said, "I’m off to the prosecutor’s office."
"Okay," Nan Zhan pointed at the document in front of him, "Please make two copies of this for me, thank you."
"Sure." Jian Si reached out for the documents, but in the next second, he held her hand down, no superfluous movements, just looking at her with his dark eyes: "Come back soon."
Listening to him, it sounded like he was reluctant to let her go.
Love, like a volcano, may brew silently for hundreds, even thousands of years before exploding in a grand, blinding outburst.
He was once oblivious, but now, the mere act of her leaving his sight became longing.
Jian Si smiled, "Okay, I’ve already spoken to a colleague about it; he’s also heading to the prosecutor’s office, I’ll hitch a ride."
Nan Zhan seemed quite pleased and let go of her hand.
Carrying her belongings, Jian Si walked to the door, then suddenly heard him state in a clear, measured tone from behind: "Jian Si, I want to repeat what I said that day."
Before she could realize which words he was referring to, he continued, his voice calm and steady: "I want to date you. I’m serious. So, think it over."
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Sitting in her colleague’s car, Jian Si’s mind was still in a haze; what had she just done? After he spoke those words, she had agreed without a second thought.
She could hear the joy in his laughter, like a child who had just been given candy.
Her cheeks flared with heat, but she had followed her heart. He had taken the first step, and she wouldn’t hesitate.
With that thought, Jian Si smiled to herself.
"Jian Si, what’s the good news? You’re laughing so happily; share it, so I can be happy too," the driving colleague queried her with a smile.
Jian Si suddenly felt embarrassed, "It’s nothing."
The colleague simply smiled, silent, probably reminiscing about their own boyfriend to smile so shyly and sweetly.
By the time she returned from the prosecutor’s office, it was past five o’clock, and Jian Si planned to punch out and head home.
In the office, Nan Zhan was not around; his coat was draped over the chair, indicating he had gone to a meeting.
Jian Si withdrew her gaze and began to sort through the deliveries she had received that day.
The one at the very bottom was the envelope her colleague had brought earlier. With practiced motions, she opened the seal, expecting ordinary documents, but was stunned upon reading the first line – it was a court summons and the beginnings of a lawsuit.
Having worked at the law firm for so long, she was more than familiar with such documents. She just never expected that, after writing other people’s names on them day after day, she would be the subject this time.
She was being sued as the defendant. The reason was simple: Zhengzheng’s grandmother, Helan Ying, was contesting the custody of Zhengzheng against her.
Jian Si read the lawsuit from top to bottom, not missing a word, and by the end of it, she felt a growing sense of panic.
It had been only two days since Helan Ying took Zhengzheng away, and normally, from filing a lawsuit to issuing a subpoena, it takes at least seven days, sometimes even more than a half a month. But who was Helan Ying? She had managed to serve Jian Si a subpoena in just two days. If it really came to a lawsuit, Jian Si was already at a disadvantage: timing, location, and support, she had none.
Staring blankly at the thin paper in her hands, Jian Si felt as if thousands of knives were cruelly twisting in her heart.
All she wanted was to raise Zhengzheng healthy and strong; she never anticipated such complications. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
She longed to keep Zhengzheng, but what could she use to fight against Helan Ying?
The battle hadn’t even begun, and she already felt mostly defeated.







