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

Several people, carrying their wine, gathered around the private room. Fu Ting frowned; Si Nian probably wouldn't drink here, since his sister-in-law was here.

The whiskey was offered to Kings, but he didn't take it.

Zhizhi doesn't like him drinking, otherwise she would complain that he won't let her hug her.

Seeing that Jin Si Nian was talking about something, Nan Zhi didn't understand these things and even found them a bit boring and tedious, so she got up to leave.

"Where to?" the man asked, grabbing her slender wrist.

Nan Zhi pulled his hand away and explained, "The restroom."

Jin Si Nian then stopped asking. After he left, Fu Ting teased him, "So clingy, you have to ask where your little sister-in-law is going."

Seeing that Jin Si Nian was still looking at Nan Zhi's back, Fu Ting shook his head: "Hey, snap out of it."

"Everyone's gone!"

So reluctant to part, what will you do without your sister-in-law?

"Grandpa Fu's birthday gift has been delivered, so I won't stay any longer." Jin Si Nian adjusted his suit jacket, got up, and chased after him.

Zhizhi must have thought it was too noisy here, and there was also the smell of alcohol.

Fu Ting got used to it; each time he came, he would just give a gift, say a few words to his grandfather, and then leave.

They wouldn't stay for a meal or a drink.

Because there were many people at the banquet and there was a lot of gossip, he was afraid that someone might drug him and ruin his reputation.

Two years ago, after my sister-in-law was born, I left the birthday gift and then left.

It was so hard for his sister-in-law to agree to come out with him, just so everyone could take a look and leave!

On the other side, Nan Zhi washed her hands in the bathroom, slowly dried the water on her fingertips with a soft tissue, and then pushed open the door and walked out.

Just as I turned the corner, I bumped into a slender figure.

The woman wore a pure white, light luxury dress, with exquisite makeup, bright and assertive eyes, and an air of confidence and pride unique to a daughter of a prominent family.

Nan Zhi could tell at a glance that they were coming for her.

A scrutinizing glint flashed in Zhou Qingwan's eyes as she looked Nan Zhi up and down. Then, she put on a graceful and generous smile, stepped forward, and extended her slender, fair hand to Nan Zhi, her tone carrying an undisguised declaration: "Nan Zhi, my name is Zhou Qingwan."

"The future rightful and legitimate wife of Kings."

She paused, her smile deepening, and said bluntly, "Madam Jin should have mentioned me to you."

A cool evening breeze blew in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, ruffling the wisps of hair at the girl's temples.

Nan Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling only numbness and helplessness in her heart.

Again.

Yet another woman who boasts that she will become Kings' wife.

She could never understand the point of these people coming one after another to confront and demonstrate against her.

This Ms. Zhou must be the third one in the past three years!

From the moment she entered the Jin family, Madam Jin found fault with everything about her.

After learning that her relationship with Kings was a transaction, commonly known as a kept canary and a bed partner, she kept warning herself not to fantasize about things that didn't belong to her.

Nan Zhi knew this, of course. Over the years, she had always maintained a calm, composed, passive, unmoved, and irresponsible attitude.

Adhering to the primary principle of not angering our clients.

If there were a class for socialites, Nan Zhi would graduate with a perfect score.

Over the years, Mrs. Jin has been making arrangements to find a suitable young mistress for Jin Jinnian.

It was obvious that this Miss Zhou was the third person chosen by Madam Jin.

The previous one was Miss Lin, but it seems that Jin Sinian didn't like her.

This is not her concern; it would be best if she could gain Kings's favor.

She can leave peacefully, after all, no woman wants to see her husband keeping a mistress outside.

Therefore, Miss Zhou's arrival is a good thing for her.

Nan Zhi suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart, a faint and distant smile playing on her lips. She raised her hand and gently grasped hers, speaking slowly with her usual stutter: "You... hello."

The moment their hands touched, Zhou Qingwan seemed to have discovered some interesting weakness. A faint look of disdain appeared in her eyes, and her tone was blunt and harsh: "Madam Jin told me before that you have a natural stutter, and I was half-believing it. Now that I see it, it's true."

A slightly embarrassed smile flashed across Nan Zhi's face. She withdrew her hand, waiting to hear her boastful display.

The soft corridor lighting fell on Zhou Qingwan's delicate face, but it only made her tone seem more arrogant.

Seeing that Nan Zhi's expression was calm, without any embarrassment or panic, and without uttering a rebuttal, Zhou Qingwan felt utterly bored.

She suppressed her smile, her eyes radiating a condescending sense of superiority, and said, word by word, "I came to see you today simply to let you know in advance."

"Mrs. Jin is very satisfied with me. Before long, I will officially move into the Jin family's old mansion and become the rightful mistress of the Jin family."

Her gaze was fixed on Nan Zhi, carrying a veiled warning: "As for you, I advise you to be more self-aware. You're nothing but a plaything. You should leave Jin Si Nian as soon as possible."

"If you keep clinging to him, you'll only end up making a fool of yourself."

The words had barely left his lips when a deep, cold male voice, carrying a chilling aura of menace, suddenly rang out from behind: "Who do you want to humiliate?"

Jin Si Nian was already standing at the end of the corridor, his aura frighteningly low.

With long strides, he walked a few steps to Nan Zhi's side, his large, warm hands directly encircling her slender waist, firmly protecting her in his arms.

In the instant he instinctively pulled her closer, his palm inadvertently touched her lower abdomen; he hadn't noticed before when Zhizhi had developed a little belly.

The man looked up at Zhou Qingwan, his eyes still icy and sharp, his gaze like a cold blade, instantly freezing her in place.

Zhou Qingwan bit her lip. Madam Jin had said that Jin Si Nian doted on this kept canary, and told her not to make any rash moves.

When the time comes, Nan Zhi will leave on her own, and then she will be the rightful young mistress.

We have a long future ahead of us.

In an instant, Jin Si Nian suppressed his fierce aura, lowered his eyes to look at Nan Zhi in his arms, and his voice instantly lost its coldness, becoming completely gentle as he softly asked, "Zhi Zhi knows her?"

Nan Zhi leaned against him, silently rolling her eyes in her heart.

Of course I know him, how could I not?

Your future wife.

"Do...do you know her?" Nan Zhi looked at her uncertainly and finally gave her face: "We just...met. She said...she said her surname is Zhou."

"I guess so, we're friends."

She looked at the man, observing his expression.

Unfortunately, he didn't show anything.

You're such a show-off, wake up!

"This is your future wife," Nan Zhi only dared to mutter these words to herself.

She wouldn't dare to say it.

"Is that so?" Kings asked, his voice growing colder. "I just heard that she was going to embarrass someone."

"Zhizhi, is that you?"

He held Nan Zhi's waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

Nan Zhi leaned against him and gave Miss Zhou a meaningful look. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "No, it is."

"Okay, I'll trust you this time."

Jin Si Nian picked her up horizontally and looked at Zhou Qing Wan behind her.

Miss Zhou, please don't let me down.

Whether I can go back early or not depends on you.