Chapter 48: Why Must the Colon Try to Crowd into the Brain?

Returning to the Nan residence, Nan Xing walked while sending messages to Li Beitian, telling him that she had something to give him in a few days.

Li Beitian replied with two question marks, currently on his way to Charm Bar.

Not long ago, when Li Beitian went to pick up Nan Xing, Bo Qijin had messaged him, inviting him to drink at Charm Bar.

At that time, Li Beitian only replied with three words: "Busy, no time."

Afterwards, he didn’t check his phone again.

Now, after sending Nan Xing home, Li Beitian opened his phone to find a barrage of messages from Bo Qijin.

“Hey, Xiao Tiantian, you left me alone at the bar and went chasing girls, huh?”

“Was that the time you took on four opponents by yourself? I’m telling you, Lao Li, don’t be so picky, alright? I was trying to set you up with some pretty girls! Hurry up and come.”

“My dear good brother, come to Charm Bar immediately and I’ll arrange girls for you right away!”

“I, Bo Qijin, guarantee that if you dare to stand up, the girls will line up to welcome you!”

The last sentence was a crude joke, followed by a string of lewd emojis.

Meanwhile, Nan Xing heard her phone ring and immediately thought it was from Li Beitian.

Just as she was about to unlock the screen, someone called her.

It was Nan Zhen’er, who had just returned.

“Sis, I have some bad news. Your attic is leaking; the renovation workers are fixing it. Looks like you’ll have to stay at a hotel tonight…”

“Get lost!”

Just looking at her was disgusting.

Nan Xing’s ears rang from the noise; she raised her hand to clean her ear.

“You shameless Nan Xing, I was trying to help you out of kindness, but you don’t appreciate it, huh?”

Nan Zhen’er followed behind, shouting fiercely, “If it weren’t for your relationship with Brother Si Chen, Fourth Uncle wouldn’t have helped you! Today you just got lucky again!”

“Hmph, Nan Xing, just wait and see. When your true nature is fully exposed, let’s see who’ll still want to help you!”

Nan Xing ignored her, walking upstairs with a light step.

When she reached the attic, the room was in complete disarray.

Even the few possessions she had were thrown outside the door.

“Who told you to touch my stuff?”

Nan Xing’s knuckles turned white as she fixed her gaze on the mess on the floor and the servants rifling through her room.

“Sis, don’t be angry. They’re cleaning out the trash in the house. Everything has to be removed so it won’t interfere with the renovation,” Nan Zhen’er said.

Nan Zhen’er stood at the stairway, gloating. “By the way, sis, do you still have any money? If you don’t have enough for the hotel, I can lend you some.”

Nan Xing glanced coldly at her.

Startled by Nan Xing’s icy glare, Nan Zhen’er’s smile froze, and she quickly shrank back.

Back in the room, Nan Xing hurriedly packed all her belongings.

But she noticed something missing.

It was the bottle of perfume Lin Weiyang had given her last time.

She remembered placing it in the leftmost drawer of her dressing table after using it.

How could it have suddenly disappeared?

Nan Xing’s dark eyes shifted as she passed a servant named Xiaofang and suddenly caught a faint scent of perfume.

The fragrance was very similar to the bottle Lin Weiyang had given her.

“You,” Nan Xing grabbed Xiaofang’s hand abruptly.

Xiaofang shivered, startled.

“What is it... Miss Nan Xing? Please tell me,” Xiaofang said nervously, avoiding Nan Xing’s gaze.

Nan Xing’s sharp expression softened gradually, a smile playing at her lips as she asked everyone, “Nothing much, just lost a bottle of perfume. Has anyone seen it?”

“No, no one has,” they all denied in unison, including Xiaofang.

Nan Xing shrugged. “Alright then, it’s not important.

“Just that... this perfume is a celebrity replica I bought from Pinduoduo, only 9.9 yuan with free shipping.”

“Sigh, I just worry someone unaware might have picked it up. What if it causes an allergic reaction...”

Hearing this, Xiaofang instinctively scratched the back of her hand and neck, as if something dirty was on her skin.

“Never mind, consider it a loss and move on.”

Nan Xing saw this but said nothing, silently stuffing her packed luggage into a rolling suitcase.

“Sis, do you need me to lend you some money? You haven’t started your internship yet, so you probably don’t have a few hundred yuan on you. You know hotels in Beixin aren’t cheap.”

“If you really don’t want to stay at a hotel, you can share a room with me. Just don’t dislike me, okay?”

Nan Zhen’er chased after her, trying to play the good sister in front of the servants.

“Miss Zhen’er, you’re really kind. I wonder if Miss Nan Xing will stay with you. It’s been rainy and cold these days; I can bring an extra quilt.”

“Miss Zhen’er is beautiful and kind-hearted. I really envy the sisterly bond you share.”

One female servant smiled and asked Nan Xing, “Miss Nan Xing, are you staying at a hotel tonight or sharing a room with Miss Zhen’er?”

“No need to trouble anyone,” Nan Xing said as she passed by the servants and deliberately bumped into Nan Zhen’er’s shoulder on her way downstairs.

“If your mouth’s so loose, go lick a toilet instead and stop babbling nonsense here!”

The force was strong, and Nan Zhen’er cried out in surprise, grabbing the railing tightly and almost tumbling down the stairs.

All the servants present saw this.

In their hearts, they felt sorry for Nan Zhen’er.

They hadn’t expected Miss Zhen’er to be so kind to Nan Xing, only to be treated so unfairly.

No wonder they often heard the lady of the house speak ill of Nan Xing behind her back.

Seems there was some truth to it.

Sigh, this young lady must be used to rural life; she wasn’t properly educated by her parents and truly has terrible character.

The servants lowered their heads, whispering among themselves.

As they talked, Nan Xing came back to fetch something she had left behind.

Suddenly locking eyes with her, the gossiping servants immediately fell silent.

“Sis, are you sure you want to leave? Not staying at home anymore?” Nan Zhen’er tried to grab her hand, worried.

Nan Xing suddenly smiled, “Seems like your intestines don’t want to stay downstairs but insist on crowding with your brain.”

“Ah, sis, why would you say that? I... I was just concerned about you,” Nan Zhen’er pretended to realize the meaning behind Nan Xing’s words, pouting in hurt.

Nan Xing picked up the small booklet she had forgotten—black cover, slightly yellowed, looking quite old. “When I talk about you, it’s because I actually think highly of you.”

Unexpectedly, Nan Zhen’er began to cry in the next moment.

Tears streaming down her face, as if she were the one suffering an injustice.

Nan Xing was about to mock her again when Nan Zhen’er wiped her tears and called out behind her, “Dad, why are you here?”

Oh, no wonder she was crying so hard just now.

Turns out someone had arrived, and she was putting on a show for them.

Sometimes Nan Xing wished she had that kind of acting talent.

When Party A cries, Party B is sure to lose.

Indeed, in this world, some people who are clearly at fault can easily win everyone’s sympathy with tears.

“Zhen’er, why are you crying? Who bullied you? Tell Dad, and he’ll teach her a lesson!”