Chapter 135: Are You Willing To Leave Mu Sihan?

Unfortunately, it seemed Nan Zhi would not be able to escape easily. If the Old Madam had arrived at the annex building so early in the morning, presumably she had come especially to look for Nan Zhi.

She took off the apron tied around her waist and went out of the kitchen. The Old Madam was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Nan Zhi made a cup of tea and brought it over to the coffee table in front of the old lady.

“Old Madam.”

The Old Madam did not look surprised to see Nan Zhi here. She nodded her head gently and gave her a kind smile. “Sit down, Miss Xiaozhi.”

Auntie Yu stood behind the Old Madam and she was looking at Nan Zhi with disdain and a little hatred.

Nan Zhi furrowed her eyebrows slightly. Did Auntie Yu think that she had gotten fired because she went to complain to Mu Sihan?

The Old Madam waved her hand. “Auntie Yu, you can leave first.”

Auntie Yu glowered at Nan Zhi before turning and walking out.

“Old Madam, have you had breakfast? Nan Zhi asked softly.

The Old Madam nodded. “Yes.” She picked up the cup of tea and sipped it, her words and accompanying actions both delicate and refined. “Miss Xiaozhi, I didn’t expect Sihan to bring you here. I only found out after getting a call from Qianqian last night. You have a child already?”

Nan Zhi replied frankly, “Yes, I have a son.”

“Single mother.” The Old Madam did not show any shame or contempt for Nan Zhi in her eyes. Instead, there was a hint of admiration when she looked at Nan Zhi. “It’s not easy raising a child alone, is it?”

It really was not easy. The past three years had been filled with grievances, contemptuous looks, ridicule and scorn… She had seen the dark side of people and had a taste of all kinds of things.

When many people mentioned single mothers, their first impression would be that the woman was indecent and not a good woman. She had accepted their judgement without a word.

There was sadness, but Nan Zhi was glad she had given birth to Xiaojie. She had never regretted her decision to keep him.

The happiness that Xiaojie had brought to her was one that no one else could.

“Miss Xiaozhi, I could see that Sihan treated you a little differently that day you came to my house to cook.” The Old Madam sighed. “To tell you the truth, I can see in you the shadow of a girl who was very important to Sihan and myself.”

Nan Zhi was not stupid. Although the Old Madam was speaking vaguely, she understood the meaning behind her words.

“Old Madam, you’re mistaken. I’m only a servant to Young Master Mu, it’s not like what you think it is.”

The Old Madam nodded thoughtfully and replied in earnest, “I know you are a good girl and I don’t want you to get hurt. I want Sihan and Qianqian together so that he can forget about the past and start afresh. If it is you, he would continue to live in the memories from the past. Do you understand?”

Nan Zhi’s breath caught. She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions. “Yes, I understand.”

“Then, are you willing to leave Sihan and not contact him again?”

…

Mu Sihan drank until the middle of the night and fell asleep only at five in the morning but fell into a nightmare.

In a magnificent and dreamy garden, a man was bent on one knee and sliding a shining ring onto the woman’s slender finger.

He was standing not far away, smiling and congratulating them.

Immediately, the image changed and the man was standing in the Civil Administration Bureau, his mood changed from joy to being anxious.

From morning to afternoon, the woman did not appear and he sat in the car with the man. The man received a phone call, the woman was going abroad with another man.

She had only accepted his proposal to allow him a taste of eager anticipation, only to fall into the bitter depths of disappointment.

Only for revenge.

The man drove to the airport.

Unexpectedly, the car was destroyed and lives were lost that day…

…

“Young Master, Young Master…”

Mu Sihan jolted awake from his nightmare drenched in sweat, his dark eyes bloodshot. Large drops of sweat fell from his forehead, down his handsome features. His attractive lips were pressed tightly into a firm line.