Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

At six o'clock in the morning, Nan Zhi prepared to leave with the things she had bought.

She chose this location because she didn't want to engage in any pretense with the Nan family, and she also didn't have to ride back in Jin Si Nian's car.

However, as she was carrying her things out of the South House, Kings' Maybach stopped right in front of her.

The man leaned against the car, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, and there were many cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

Jin Si Nian looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Get in the car."

As he spoke, he opened the car door and got in.

Nan Zhi paused, wondering why he had arrived so early; it was only six o'clock.

Moreover, they had just argued yesterday, and she didn't think Kings would come to pick her up.

She thought for two seconds, then opened the back door and got in.

Jin Si Nian frowned in dissatisfaction. He had come as soon as he sobered up, and after waiting for more than two hours, this was her attitude.

When did he work as a driver?

"Come sit in the front."

Nan Zhi covered her nose. He smelled of smoke and his clothes looked disheveled, so it seemed like he had been out fooling around last night.

It will definitely smell terrible.

"No, I'll take you to a hotel right now!"

Kings's blatant threat actually put her at risk.

She sat in the front, with the window open and the back of her head facing him.

Jin Si Nian was driving and kept trying to find something to talk about, but Nan Zhi didn't even look at him; all she could hear was the sound of the wind.

The man gritted his teeth inwardly. When they arrived home, Nan Zhi opened the door and slipped inside.

By the time he got out of the car, she was already gone: "She slipped away so fast, do you think I'd eat her?"

No, he can't stand that.

He wanted to live a good life with Zhizhi.

Jin Nian went upstairs, and the door was tightly closed. He had thought that Zhi Zhi would lock it.

The child didn't lock it.

The door was pushed open, and Nan Zhi was seen packing her things.

The man panicked and grabbed her clothes: "Zhizhi, let's have a proper talk."

She packed her things to leave before the appointed time had come.

Nan Zhi nodded and waited for him to speak.

Before the three-month period arrives, she will have to continue to make a living under this man.

So she should know when to stop, after all, he's her sugar daddy.

Jin Si Nian gripped her wrist, his tone softening, revealing a rare hint of compromise: "That matter with that guy surnamed Pei, let's just let it go, okay?"

"I will compensate him and let him go back to work at the hospital."

As long as that man surnamed Pei doesn't seduce Zhizhi and disappears from her life, he can let him go.

Nan Zhi nodded, pushed his hand away, and typed: I understand. Is there anything else?

The man was taken aback, his heart pounding even harder: "You're still angry, aren't you?"

Nan Zhi shook her head; she dared not get angry.

"What does shaking your head mean? Does it mean you're not angry, or that you don't care at all..." Jin Nian asked, his face already showing such a sullen expression.

Why is Zhizhi still angry?

Nan Zhi typed: I didn't, you're overthinking it.

"You have it, so why say you don't?"

"Then why don't you want to talk to me?" Kings asked, pinching her arm.

When Zhizhi gets angry, she communicates through text; not talking to her means ignoring her.

Afraid of making him angry, I typed some text for him to see.

He understood Zhizhi; this was Zhizhi being angry.

Nan Zhi looked at him and wrote: Because you think I speak too slowly.

Jin Si Nian's heart skipped a beat, his hand fell to his side, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice: "I, I didn't..."

Nan Zhi: You have it!

Three years ago, it was only her second day there.

The night before, there had been a major battle. Back then, Kings was much more short-tempered and spoke more venomously than he does now.

During breakfast, I asked her about some things from the past. She stuttered, spoke slowly, and would repeat a word several times.

He became impatient, and his frown made her even more nervous.

"You speak so slowly, are you a stutterer?"

"You weren't talking like that the other day!"

Jin Si Nian thought that the girl was just shy at their first meeting, so she spoke softly and unclearly.

But these past two days, they've become much more familiar with each other, yet they still speak in the same way—stuttering and incredibly slow.

"My time is precious, so just type it to me from now on," he said before leaving.

Nan Zhi was left alone at the dining table. She had lost count of how many times she had seen expressions of disdain and impatience on the other person's face because of her stuttering and slow speech.

However, she didn't mind too much because she was already used to it.

For a very long time afterward, Nan Zhi didn't speak a word. Her communication with Jin Si Nian was either through typing or chatting on WeChat.

If she didn't make sounds in bed, Kings would have almost thought she was mute.

Even when Aunt Qing was asked to cook later, she initially thought Nan Zhi was mute and couldn't speak.

The boomerang hit him squarely between the eyebrows.

Jin Si Nian pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice urgent and hoarse as he argued, "That's nonsense, it doesn't count, not a single word of it matters."

"I've never complained about how slow or childish you speak, really not."

Actually, he didn't exactly dislike her; he just felt that listening to her talk was a waste of time.

The man tightened his arms, holding her slender waist firmly. His chest rose and fell slightly, and his voice was choked with suppressed sobs, humble and helpless: "Don't be angry with me anymore, okay...?"

A thousand words of pleading stuck in his throat, and in the end, he couldn't utter that humble pleas.

He gently touched the top of her head, coaxing her urgently and helplessly, "Say something, Zhizhi."

The person in his arms remained silent for a long time before gently nodding and letting out a soft, weak "Mmm."

A single word, light and airy, utterly devoid of emotion.

Nan Zhi lowered her eyes, her heart filled with desolation and indifference.

She really wanted to ask him—does it matter to you whether I'm angry or not?

But in an instant, all those thoughts were suppressed.

It's unnecessary.

There are only three months left.

She silently told herself that even if she was acting, she should perform the last three months properly.

There's no need for arguments; let's just hope for a peaceful and dignified parting in the end.

Now that she was pregnant with twins, she was already exhausted and didn't have the energy to talk to him about anything else.

Hearing her finally respond, Jin Si Nian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled down. His tense back slowly relaxed, and the huge weight in his heart finally lifted.

He loosened his grip slightly, lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms, his eyes filled with a cautious probing and yearning: "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

He was never separated from her.

He didn't want to sleep separately from Zhizhi.

Aside from the business trip and last night.

He had never slept separately from Zhizhi before, but this time Zhizhi seemed really angry.

Nan Zhi looked up, a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.

She doesn't understand.

Do I really need to ask her that?

He was her sugar daddy, the one who controlled her every situation.

From beginning to end, their relationship was purely transactional, based on nothing more than a cold business transaction and an ambiguous bond of physical intimacy. He was simply the biological father of the child in her womb.

Apart from that, there is absolutely no connection.