"I'll take you somewhere." After Huo Sijue finished speaking, his expression remained the same as before.
He has always been moody and intangible, and Nanzhi is not surprised at all.
She just pointed at her waist, with a faint smile in her eyes, and motioned for Huo Sijue to carry her away.
"Young."
"I could move a few steps just now, but now I can't. It's really pitiful."
As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves very honestly, picked up Nanzhi by the waist, and stuffed her into the car.
Minghui Building is located in the most luxurious triangle area in Beijing, surrounded by high-end luxury shopping venues and museums.
Nanzhi was very surprised. What did he bring himself here for?
Before she could think about it, Huo Sijue had already taken out a wheelchair from the trunk and helped her sit on it.
In the past few years, he rarely took himself out, let alone being in such an upright place.
Huo Sijue walked sideways towards the museum with steady steps.
Bypassing the main entrance is the backyard of the Beijing Museum, which completely retains the design of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with long corridors and fine tiles, beautiful scenery and brightly lit courtyards.
As people came and went, Nanzhi noticed the sign hanging by the door. She frowned slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.
"You shouldn't have such leisurely time to take me to see an art exhibition."
Huo Sijue sneered: "You know it very well?"
if not?
In these three years and nearly a thousand days, don't you know enough about who he is and how ruthless and cold he is?
"I want to go home." Nanzhi was dissatisfied.
"It's not up to you now." Huo Sijue pushed her through the door.
The elegant sandalwood smells pleasant but not irritating.
The scene in front of you is like a paradise, with each scene taking one step at a time. It is obviously a painting exhibition, but the construction uses garden design techniques to hang exquisite paintings among them, which makes people amazed and amazed.
Obviously, the exhibitor put a lot of thought into it.
"How does it feel?"
Huo Sijue pushed her and stopped at a place with a painting of British White Cliffs.
Nanzhi has never seen such a beautiful and pure cliff. It stands like a sudden huge wall on the coast. From a distance, it looks like a piece of cheesecake covered in cream.
"It's beautiful." This was her most intuitive and yearning feeling.
Just when Nanzhi was immersed in it, Huo Sijue suddenly said: "This is a painting by Su Ling."
One sentence brought Nanzhi back to reality.
Although she was born into the Nan family, she was under pressure from Nan Xi and Bai Fen never allowed her to have access to higher education in the upper class.
Nan Xi studied painting at the age of seven, danced ballet at the age of eight, took first place in Latin in the city at the age of ten, and even the masters were amazed by her copybook at the age of twelve. What about her?
There is nothing more than studying, eating and sleeping.
The most basic reason for this is that Bai Fen is afraid that Nanzhi is illiterate and will bring shame to the Nan family.
Whenever Nancheng asked, Bai Fen always said that she had no talent and no aura.
Once, Nanzhi secretly stole Nan Xi's paintbrush, but was framed by Bai Fen and said that she had learned to steal. She was locked in the storage room for three days and was exhausted from hunger.
Since then, she has never touched a paintbrush again, and she has never had the extravagant hope that she would have the opportunity to come into contact with these things.
Huo Sijue's words were undoubtedly a thorn in Nanzhi's heart. The blood and flesh stirred together, reminding her again and again, and she struggled to resist.
Nanzhi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "So, what is the purpose of bringing me out today?"
"Are you trying to tell me that Su Ling is so superior, but how despicable and despicable I am?"
This feeling of humiliation swept through her whole body, stimulating Nanzhi's brain, and she couldn't help but have scarlet eyes.
Nanzhi held the corners of her clothes tightly and stared at the painting.
The original beauty no longer exists, and this "White Cliff" is like a sneer and mockery of her.
After a long time, Nanzhi took a deep breath and said coldly: "Huo Sijue, I want to go home."
"Now that you're here, let's finish reading." He seemed to have been prepared.
In the lounge between the art exhibitions, Jiang Jinxing has been waiting for a long time.
Although he and Su Ling are not public figures, some reporters follow them closely. This time, he used the art exhibition to hide from others and asked Su Ling to meet in private.
After finishing the business, Su Ling gently knocked on the door.
She was wearing a light pink and green dress, her slender curly hair was tied up, and the pearl necklace around her neck was simple and elegant. She smiled lightly, bright and gentle.
"Axing," Su Ling called kindly, "Is there anything we must discuss here?"
"You...can invite me to dinner." Su Ling was shy.
Her face was rosy, and her eyes were full of affection.
"The marriage between the Jiang family and the Su family is in the spotlight, so I'd better be more considerate when meeting you." Jiang Jinxing sat upright, his features were handsome and even more beautiful than in the photo.
Su Ling smiled uncontrollably after just one glance.
She was secretly happy and was very satisfied with the person she had arranged for her family.
"I came here this time to discuss marriage with you."
"I have no objection." Su Ling said quickly: "Although we have just met, I... like Dr. Jiang very much."
The atmosphere was delicate, and Jiang Jinxing paused for a moment.
"I came today just to tell you that I can't marry you."
Su Ling was unable to recover from his sudden words for a long time.
She doubted her ears and smiled awkwardly: "A Xing, what are you talking about?"
"Our marriage was decided by the elders. Although we haven't been engaged yet, the dignitaries in the capital already know about it."
If the Jiang family breaks the contract at this time...
Su Ling panicked and comforted: "Did something happen to you? If you really have difficulties, you can postpone it -"
"No." Jiang Jinxing said simply and neatly.
"I think you have misunderstood. This marriage was indeed decided by my grandma, but from beginning to end, the family did not follow my wishes at all."
"Do you have someone you like?" Su Ling was nervous.
"No." Jiang Jinxing clenched his fists subconsciously.
The divorce between Nanzhi and Huo Sijue has not been made public yet. Although Jiang Jinxing didn't know what the reason was, since it was Nanzhi's choice, he would respect it.
Su Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
She adjusted her mentality and tried to digest it all.
"A Xing, since ancient times, parents have made matchmaking appointments. It's useless for you to unilaterally break off the engagement with me. What's more important is the wishes of your uncle, aunt, and your grandma."
Of course they would not agree, otherwise Jiang Jinxing would not come to see her alone.
After thinking about this, Su Ling felt a lot more relaxed. At least she had the support of the Jiang family behind her. As long as she was firm, there was no room for turning around.
"Do you want to think about it again?"
Su Ling slowed down her tone. This was the first time she had so humbly hoped that a man would care about her.
"The economy has been sluggish in the past few years, and as far as I know, the Jiang family's shipping has also been affected. The Huo family is the only one in the capital today. Although our Su family is not as rich as the Jiang family, there is always a place for us to join forces."
Jiang Jinxing's eyes darkened slightly. After hearing what she said, he said coldly: "Miss Su, I have made it very clear. If you insist, it will not be good for you or me."
He stood up and pushed out without hesitation.
Nanzhi and Huo Sijue were not far away, and saw Jiang Jinxing also there. Just as she was about to say hello, she saw Su Ling hugging him from behind.
