Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 185 - 133. Pre-marriage phobia?_2

"Doctor Nan, it’s because your temper has been especially good lately, and you’re always smiling, so I just..."

Nan Wan didn’t rush to open the door. She crossed her arms in front of her, her expression calm and serene, and asked slowly, "Did I have a bad temper before? Did I always wear a long face?"

Qin Zhenzhen hurried to explain, "No, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is... I can’t put it into words." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

By the end, her voice grew increasingly faint, her head almost drooping to the ground.

Nan Wan leaned lazily against the doorframe, not looking at her, twisting a lock of hair around her finger, and asked nonchalantly, "Is it that there’s too little work, or too many holidays?"

Qin Zhenzhen muttered, "...neither."

I’m screwed, she successfully courted disaster.

Nan Wan remained the same, but this time, her eyes were on her, asking with interest, "Then what is it?"

Qin Zhenzhen didn’t reply immediately, looking at the ground as if pondering a suitable answer.

Half a minute later, she looked up, meeting Nan Wan’s gaze, cleared her throat, and her expression was very earnest.

She slowly began, "Doctor Nan, you used to have a good temper and would smile. When others asked for your help, you wouldn’t make excuses to refuse. But... but you always gave off a feeling of distance. Now it’s different."

"Now, when you smile, it’s no longer superficial, your eyes also carry laughter. It’s not just me who feels this way, the seniors in the department say so too, which is why I dared to joke with you."

She watched as Nan Wan’s movements gradually came to a stop, feeling it was best to retreat first, "I’m done talking, Doctor Nan, you’re busy, I’ll go to work."

Nan Wan’s gaze fell into the air as the person who ran away gradually went further, eventually disappearing from view.

The words she spoke seemed to still linger in her ears, every word exceptionally clear.

Her fingers unconsciously touched her cheek, could it really be as she said...

Has this gamble begun?

A few seconds later, she returned to normal, as if she hadn’t had that momentary distraction.

She withdrew her gaze, found the office key, and opened the door.

Nan Wan sent off the case file to the address given by Sheng Boyan, and when she came out of the courier company, it was 4:15 in the afternoon.

Today’s weather wasn’t great, gloomy, the light at four o’clock was already similar to five o’clock on a regular day.

She didn’t go straight home but drove to a place she hadn’t visited in half a year.

The entire drive was fast, the streets outside the car window blurring into a continuous stream.

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Nursing home, at the door of room 1105.

A bodyguard reached out to stop the visitor, his face wearing a businesslike, mechanical expression, "Miss Nan, you can’t go in."

Only then did Nan Wan realize that the bodyguard at the door was not the same as the one from half a year ago.

She sneered internally: Nan Chengzhi is changing guards increasingly frequently.

The sarcasm at her lips was faint, not obvious, but present nonetheless.

Her clear and tranquil gaze carried no warmth as she spoke casually, "You know who I am, which means you know what my relationship is with the person inside. I haven’t broken the law or caused any trouble, so why can’t I go in?"

The bodyguard maintained the same expression, and his arm blocking the door showed no intention of moving, "I’m just following orders, I hope you won’t make it difficult for me."

Seeing his oil-and-salt-won’t-penetrate demeanor, Nan Wan stopped wasting her breath, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

It was only in the last few seconds that the call was answered.

A faint smile curled at Nan Wan’s lips, her voice tender as it usually feigned, "Is Dad busy?"

"Not busy, Wanwan, do you need something?"

Her gaze fell on the empty corridor as she slowly stated, "I’m at the nursing home, but I’m being stopped from entering. The person keeps saying they’re following instructions, so I called to confirm with Dad."

This demeanor seemed no different from a regular daughter calling her father, but if one probed deeper, they could hear the coldness hidden within her gentle voice.

On the other end of the call, Nan Chengzhi paused with the brush in his hand, leaving a deep ink mark on the white paper.

The originally pleasing-to-look-at winter plum against snow scene was instantly ruined.

He stared at the black arc for a long time before speaking, "Wanwan, your mother’s condition was very unstable recently, which is why I instructed that no outsiders be allowed near."