Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 206 My Husband

Wen Yan stared at him for a few seconds, finding this man utterly inexplicable!

And she herself felt inexplicably... a little guilty...

It's all that man's fault for questioning her so confidently!

Wen Yan, feeling both embarrassed and angry, glared at him with equal self-righteousness, then slung her canvas bag over her shoulder and headed out.

Gu Yanci took the car keys and followed, driving his unassuming Phaeton to take his wife, who had just given him the cold shoulder, to school.

Gu Yanci took Wen Yan to the school's underground parking garage.

Wen Yan went to open the car door, only to find it locked.

Wen Yan looked at the man in the driver's seat with a puzzled expression: "?"

Seeing that she only had genuine doubts and no self-reflection or thought, Gu Yanci sighed as if saying, "She is hopeless."

He then untied the safety harness, leaned over, cupped the back of the woman's head, and gave her a deep, brief kiss.

After he finished kissing you, he unlocked the car door: "I have a meeting this afternoon, I'll have the driver pick you up."

Wen Yan subconsciously licked the corner of her lips. "Oh."

When did this person start saying goodbye with a kiss...?

Wen Yan got out of the car and hadn't walked far when she suddenly saw a beautiful red Ferrari parked not far away.

She glanced at it unintentionally, and was about to look away when her gaze stopped at the car's rearview mirror—sitting in the driver's seat was her mother, Nan Yun!

Nan Yun was holding an LV work bag, filling it with snacks and other small items. She was speaking to him with a doting and indulgent smile, and just from her expression and demeanor, one could think of one word: motherly love.

Wen Yan couldn't see the person sitting in the passenger seat, but she could see a bright yellow skirt.

Wen Yan felt a bit of glare and quickened her pace toward the classroom.

five minutes later.

Nan Zhiyi appeared in the classroom wearing a bright yellow dress. She took out some imported snacks from her bag and shared them with everyone. The upperclassmen smiled and thanked her.

"Yan Yan, this is for you!" Nan Zhiyi took out a piece of chocolate. "I know you don't need these, but this is Mom's favorite flavor, have a taste!"

Wen Yan glanced at the packaging; the word 'chocolate' was on the background, with a peanut pattern drawn on it.

Peanut flavored.

Wow, you picked a really good one!

Wen Yan looked at Nan Zhiyi with a half-smile, her gaze not exactly unfriendly, but sending chills down one's spine.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong?" Someone noticed the awkward atmosphere and spoke up to break the silence.

Nan Zhiyi offered to share snacks. Even if Wen Yan didn't like the taste or didn't think much of a piece of chocolate, did she really have to act like this?

"Did you choose this, or did your mother choose it?" Wen Yan was very curious, wondering if Nan Yun still remembered that she had a severe peanut allergy.

"Yes--"

Before Nan Zhiyi could answer, a beautiful hand took the chocolate from Wen Yan's face.

As soon as Jiang Xing entered the classroom, he pushed the chocolate back to Nan Zhiyi and said with a smile, "Nan, Yan Yan's boyfriend has a severe peanut allergy. If she eats it and accidentally lets him get peanuts on his lips when they kiss, that would be bad."

Wen Yan did not publicly reveal that she was married at school, so everyone assumed that Gu Yanci was her boyfriend. Jiang Xing's use of "partner" to refer to Gu Yanci was quite appropriate.

Nan Zhiyi's smile suddenly froze, her face turning pale and unreadable.

“Oh, that’s certainly not appropriate,” someone nearby agreed.

Some even joked, "Oh my, Senior Jiang, you even thought about kissing! You're so meticulous!"

Wen Yan was at a loss for how to react.

While thanking Jiang Xing for his defense, she was shocked that the seemingly well-behaved Jiang Xing's words were so fierce. She blushed at the teasing from her classmates, and was secretly pleased by Nan Zhiyi's reaction.

As for Jiang Xing knowing that she was allergic to peanuts, it wasn't surprising—she had been entrusted by Gu Yanci to take care of her, so she naturally knew about her dietary restrictions. Jiang Xing's use of the peanut allergy as a pretext to blame Gu Yanci was also very clever; it provided a reason without threatening Gu Yanci, who wasn't allergic to peanuts.

After confronting someone at the bar that night, Wen Yan realized once again that Jiang Xing was probably not the obedient girl she seemed on the surface.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know..." Nan Zhiyi awkwardly put the chocolate back into her bag.

Wen Yan didn't reply, but kept looking at her, as if silently asking the same question.

However, she didn't actually want to know the answer.

The awkward situation ended with the professor's arrival.

Today's lecture was given by one of the leading academic professors in the department.

After class.

The professor brought a national-level social science research project and handed a copy of the collected data to Wen Yan and Nan Zhiyi: "Please analyze this data. You can choose to complete it independently or work together. Whoever's analysis results I use will work with me on this project, and their name will appear on my project author list."

The professor didn't linger; he left after finishing his conversation.

Senior students congratulated Wen Yan and Nan Zhiyi, saying it was a rare opportunity. Although they also wanted such an opportunity, they had witnessed Wen Yan and Nan Zhiyi's abilities and were not jealous; they only regretted not being good enough themselves.

Wen Yan saw Nan Zhiyi walking towards her.

Originally, she thought Nan Zhiyi wanted to seek cooperation and was prepared to refuse, but unexpectedly Nan Zhiyi said, "Yan, I lost to you in the last debate, why don't we have another one this time?"

This means refusing to cooperate.

"Okay." Wen Yan nodded.

Whether we compete or not is irrelevant; I just don't want to get involved in any of this ridiculous collaboration with Nan Zhiyi.

"I don't have class this afternoon. Are you going home? My mom is waiting for me in the parking lot. Let us give you a ride!" Nan Zhiyi extended an invitation.

Wen Yan put the materials and USB drive that the teacher had just given her into her canvas bag and looked up at her.

Wen Yan smiled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Nan Zhiyi, do you really want me to have contact with your mother? You're quite confident in yourself."

Nan Zhiyi's expression stiffened again; she understood the hidden threat in Wen Yan's words.

Before she could speak, Wen Yan smiled gently and said, "I'm going to find my husband. I'll trouble you and your mother."

Nan Zhiyi's expression was more embarrassed than ever before.

She never expected Wen Yan to agree.