The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 695 - 601 Teacher Nan

When Nan Zhan returned home in the evening, Jian Si had already had dinner and taken a bath, and was sitting at the desk organizing the documents she needed for work the next day.

He left his slippers at the entrance and walked over with slowed steps.

Jian Si was troubled by a legal issue, biting on her pen cap deep in thought, completely unaware of the presence that was gradually approaching from behind.

"What are you looking at?" Her shoulders were suddenly embraced, startling her.

Jian Si reproached, "Why do you walk so quietly, you scared me to death, I’m preparing materials here."

"Ran into a tough question?" His arm reached over her shoulder to take the pen, "What’s the issue, let your teacher help you with it."

"Since when have you promoted yourself to a teacher?" Jian Si looked at him amusedly, he had just come back, carrying a fresh scent that was quite pleasant.

"Don’t you think playing a forbidden teacher-student game is interesting?"

Did he know about her seeing the culprit of the accident? How did he find out, even Zhengzheng didn’t know about it.

Jian Si didn’t respond for a long time, "Aren’t you planning to tell me?"

"What?" Jian Si could only feign ignorance for the moment, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"At the restaurant today... did Gao Ruobing’s mother give you trouble?" As Nan Zhan finished speaking, Jian Si also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, so this was what he was referring to.

"Was it Zhengzheng who told you?"

"Mhm, he told me everything on the phone."

"I didn’t suffer any losses, so I didn’t rush to complain to you. If I had been bullied, you would be the first one I’d call to grieve to." Jian Si rubbed against his chin, feeling a bit prickly, "Your beard grows so fast."

"Really? I didn’t notice." He lowered his head, his chin pressing closely to her face, "Does it prick?"

"You can’t do this. In the matter of taking your mother to court, you are also responsible. Moreover, as the junior, there is no shame in bowing your head first and admitting fault; no one will laugh at you."

Nan Zhan, looking into her bright eyes, of course, understood her good intentions, only his family was much more inhumane than she imagined, and his going home wouldn’t change anything.

But he also knew that because of the custody battle, she always felt guilty towards him. If he didn’t go back, she would always feel uneasy.

"Alright, I’ll go back once."

Upon hearing this, Jian Si was very happy: "Talk nicely, don’t always face them with a stern expression, they are your parents, I regret it at times like this."

"Okay okay okay, I’m going back, that’s settled." Nan Zhan, embracing her, lay down on the bed, holding her shoulder with one hand, letting her curl up in his arms, "Now, Teacher Nan is going to give a multiple-choice question."

Nan Zhan was always vigilant, and upon hearing a noise beside him, he immediately opened his eyes, seeing Jian Si clutching the comforter, tears continuously surging out from her eyes.

He quickly sat up and shook her awake: "Jian Si, you had a nightmare."

Jian Si was awakened by him, but the images from the nightmare were still vivid, it took her quite a while to recover.

Nan Zhan held her in his arms, comforting her, "There, it’s okay now, I’m here, don’t be afraid."

Jian Si hugged him, feeling his steady heartbeat, strong arms, and magnetic voice, and her anxious heart gradually settled down.

"What did you dream about?"

"Nothing much." Jian Si shook her head, not mentioning the contents of the nightmare to him.

"You were calling for dad and mom, did you dream about them again?"

"Exactly." Nan Zhan tucked her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear, "Go to sleep."

"Sing me a song." Jian Si raised her sparkling eyes to him, "It helps with sleep."

"What if I told you that after hearing me sing, you’d be plagued with nightmares all night, would you still want to listen?"

"How could that be, are you tone-deaf?"

Nan Zhan laughed, "I have better ways to help you sleep than singing."

"Like what?"

Jian Si finished her work for the morning and left the rest to Hong Yuan.

"Miss Jian, Mr. Nan instructed that if you were going to the cemetery, he asked me to drive you there."

"No need to trouble yourself, I’ll take a taxi there. These documents need to be delivered to the procuratorate by three o’clock, and we have a client coming over at five. Besides me, you’re the most familiar with this case, and I wouldn’t feel at ease handing it over to someone else." Jian Si put the materials into his chest, "Please, Assistant Hong."

Hong Yuan had no choice but to nod, "Alright, but be careful on your own."

"I’m just going to the cemetery, not heading to the front lines. You’re overthinking it."

Hong Yuan said, "Even so, better to be safe than sorry."

"Got it, thanks."

Jian Si left the law firm and went to a nearby flower shop to buy a bouquet of tulips, which were also her late mother’s favorite flowers. The vases at home often carried the faint fragrance of tulips.

The birthdays of Jian’s mother and Zhengzheng were just a few days apart. If she were still alive, it would’ve been wonderful, the young and the old together in harmony.

It had rained the night before last, and the moist earth exuded the scent of fresh grass.

Jian Si walked up the stone steps of the cemetery all the way to the top, accompanied by the crowing of crows and floral scents, it was incredibly peaceful.

Not many people came to the cemetery to pay respects, just a scattered few, each with fresh flowers in hand.

Jian Si climbed to the very top and came to her parents’ tombstone at the Jian family’s grave. When they passed away, Jian Si had almost nothing to her name, so she couldn’t afford two separate gravesites and had to bury them together, which is probably what they would have wished for—with the same quilt in life, enclosed in the same casket in death.

The last time she was here, it was with Jian Chuan. The bouquet he’d bought had long since withered, scattered by the wind, leaving only a few dry branches.

Jian Si picked up the dry branches and set them aside, then placed the fresh tulips.

Looking at the photographs on the tombstone, her eyes inevitably grew moist.

"Mom, happy birthday."

In the photograph, Jian’s mother was smiling at her, still so young and beautiful, gentle and kind.

"Mom, Dad, I’m here to apologize, to ask for your forgiveness for not being able to seek revenge. Because your daughter has found someone she loves—his name is Nan Zhan, Zhengzheng’s father. You must find it miraculous that after so many years, I would meet him and even fall in love with him. He is good to me, and we will probably get married. Regardless, I have settled on him and will live a happy life with him. Therefore, for his sake, there are some grudges that I must learn to let go of. Mom, Dad, you would surely understand, wouldn’t you?"

Jian Si reached out to touch the people in the photograph, "Zhengzheng will be starting elementary school soon, he’s excellent and very sensible, ...."

As the gentle mountain breeze blew, Jian Si seemed to have endless words she wanted to pour out, and on the steps leading up the mountain, a person with a hat pulled down low was slowly making his way to the top. As he neared the summit, the hand that had remained in his trouser pocket reached out, revealing a switchblade that glinted ominously in the sunlight.