The passers-by are vicious

"aunt?"

Just as Jiang Wanwan and Han Zhixian were kissing, the office door was opened and Cui Nanzhu walked in.

Seeing the two people sitting separately on the sofa, her charming peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes.

When Jiang Wanwan and Han Zhixian looked towards the door at the same time, Cui Nanzhu's face immediately changed into a slightly surprised smile, as if he had never expected that he would barge in at this time and disturb their kiss.

After discovering this, he didn't show any intention of leaving. Instead, he swaggered over to the sofa nearby and sat down. His smiling peach blossom eyes made it impossible to say anything harsh.

Being suddenly interrupted, Jiang Wanwan's interest disappeared without a trace.

She frowned unhappily, gently kicked Han Zhixian, who was still kneeling in front of her with a stern and slightly messy face, and then raised her chin proudly, "You can go now."

Her voice was calm and cold, with no discernible emotion.

Hearing this, Han Zhixian's calm black eyes flashed with panic and helplessness. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, or try to explain something.

How could Choi Nan-joo, who was sitting on the sofa, give Han Ji-hyun a chance to speak? He didn't even look at Han Ji-hyun, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I heard that my aunt is here, and I also have something to discuss with my aunt."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanwan's pretty face showed a hint of interest. She waved her hand, motioning Cui Nanzhu to sit next to her, and then said in a sweet voice: "Oh, then come and sit."

When Han Zhixian saw that Jiang Wanwan completely ignored him, perhaps thinking that this was not the right time to talk, he stood up silently.

His legs were numb from kneeling for so long, but he still managed to stand up.

As she passed by Choi Nam-joo, Han Ji-hyun nodded slightly to him, then quickly walked out of the office and closed the door gently.

At the moment of closing the door, he glanced at Jiang Wanwan again. Seeing that she didn't look at him, a trace of sadness and loss flashed in his eyes.

When only Jiang Wanwan and Cui Nanzhu were left in the office, she put away her smile and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

To be honest, Jiang Wanwan was very unhappy that Cui Nanzhu came in at an inopportune time and interrupted her interest.

Cui Nanzhu naturally noticed Jiang Wanwan's cold attitude. His heart sank slightly, and he clenched his fingers on his legs slightly, but he still smiled. When he looked at Jiang Wanwan with his peach blossom eyes, there was a hint of affection. "This time I came to see my aunt because I have something to ask of you."

Jiang Wanwan raised her eyebrows, as if she couldn't think of what he wanted from her. "Go ahead."

Cui Nanzhu smiled and said, "I want to borrow 70 US dollars from my aunt."

When Jiang Wanwan heard that the money was in US dollars, her eyebrows raised slightly. It seemed that Cui Nanzhu already knew her identity. She wondered where he found it from, or perhaps he knew it from Cui Xiong's attitude towards her.

Unfortunately, she didn't like guessing and wasn't in the mood. She looked at Choi Nam-joo with a half-smile, "70 US dollars is indeed nothing to me, but why should I lend it to you?"

Cui Nanzhu didn't seem surprised by Jiang Wanwan's slightly distant words, as if he had guessed it a long time ago.

"Of course, I am not just asking for a loan. I am willing to give all my assets to Wanwan. Even... myself. I think I can be in Wanwan's eyes."

He looked sideways, his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes seemed drunk, and he stared at Jiang Wanwan with a smile.

However, Jiang Wanwan remained unmoved, her eyes were calm. Although she was rich, she was not a fool.

Su Bai's fingers pinched Choi Nanzhu's chin, lifted his face slightly with a smile, and said, "Do you think you are worth 10 billion won?"

"Of course it's not worth it." Cui Nanzhu obediently turned his face over and answered without any hesitation. His peach blossom eyes no longer hid his emotions. He looked at Jiang Wanwan affectionately, with a burning light flashing in his dark eyes.

"But I still want to give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter. At least I can express my feelings to Wanwan."

Jiang Wanwan didn't expect him to spy on her. She loosened her hand that was pinching his chin and chuckled, "But you're even less valuable after you expressed your feelings."

Choi Nam Joo just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

After hearing his shameless words, Jiang Wanwan looked at Cui Nanzhu’s face for the first time.

Her nose is high and three-dimensional, and her lips are thin and rosy, as if they were painted with a light layer of lipstick.

His hair is shiny brown and black, and his peach blossom eyes are so deep that they can even look at a trash can with affection. The teardrop mole under the right corner of his eye, dotted on his fair skin, adds a bit of bewitching feeling to his already handsome face.

Different from the cold and self-contained Han Ji-hyun and the melancholy young nobleman Bai Yichen, Choi Nam-joo seems to be a handsome man with charming attributes.

It happened to be the type that Jiang Wanwan had encountered before but had never collected in the illustrated book. She felt a little interested, but then she thought of him calling her aunt and instantly lost interest again.

"Although you and I are not related by blood, you still call me aunt. Chairman Cui is my adoptive father, and I will not bully his descendants."

Seeing Jiang Wanwan, who was originally somewhat moved, suddenly become indifferent, the slight joy that had just risen in Cui Nanzhu's heart disappeared in an instant, and his mood became heavy again.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes revealed an unspeakable sense of loss.

There was a faint light in those charming peach blossom eyes, but it seemed dim. "There is neither blood relationship nor legal connection between us. We are only nominal aunt and nephew because of the older generation."

These words seemed to be a sigh coming from the depths of his heart, full of helplessness and unwillingness.

Jiang Wanwan was indifferent to Cui Nanzhu's words. She leaned leisurely on the sofa, curling her hair nonchalantly.

Cui Nanzhu couldn't help feeling anxious when he saw her like this.

Just as he was about to tell Jiang Wanwan his secret, Jiang Wanwan's cell phone suddenly vibrated slightly.

Jiang Wanwan picked up her phone and clicked on a new message. Because of the close distance, Cui Nanzhu naturally caught a glimpse of the sender's name: Han Zhixian.

Seeing this name, Cui Nanzhu frowned slightly, but did not show much emotion. Jiang Wanwan raised her eyebrows and replied briefly: "Okay."

Then, she stood up, waved to Cui Nanzhu, and said, "I'm leaving first. Let's talk about borrowing money later."

After saying that, Jiang Wanwan walked out of the office with light steps, leaving Cui Nanzhu sitting alone on the sofa.

The figure of the sweetheart leaving seemed particularly happy, as if she was in a good mood. Choi Nam-joo sat quietly in the same place, and his eyes gradually became gloomy when he thought about the reason for her leaving.

Originally, Cui Nanzhu just wanted to take this opportunity to confess his feelings to Jiang Wanwan, because he really liked her. He felt that he was not worthy of her before, but now he wanted to try harder.

However, his plan was interrupted by Han Zhixian's news. His handsome face no longer had the smile he had in front of Jiang Wanwan. He looked gloomy and aggressive, as if he had become a different person.

There was a cold gleam in those charming peach blossom eyes, and a strange sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.

"Han Zhixian, wait a minute..."