Nan Xing heard the conversation between the two clearly and made a choke gesture to Li Sichen. The silence was deafening.
It wasn't until the call ended that Nan Xing swung his long white legs up to Li Beitian and said, "It seems that Master Li is very dissatisfied with me."
"It doesn't matter whether he is satisfied or not. Although the Nanli family's marriage contract has not been officially announced to the outside world, the Li family cannot break their promise, otherwise they will be sorry for the deceased old man."
Li Beitian sat upright, his words full of majesty.
As the leader of a famous family, the Li family's prestige is sometimes more important than money and power.
Even if the other party is not Nan Xing, as long as he is kind to the Li family, he must weigh the pros and cons.
How could he give up without reluctance?
Nan Xing raised her eyes and smiled when she heard this, staring at Li Beitian with her dark and bright eyes, "But I am not the only daughter in the Li family."
"Nan Xing," Li Beitian's voice increased, "don't forget, you are Jiang Wan's only daughter."
In other words, it was Nan Xing's mother who was kind to Mr. Li back then, so no matter what, it was Nan Xing who was qualified to enter their Li family.
After saying that, Nan Xing nodded seriously, played with a strand of hair with his fingertips, and said as if it was true or false, "Since the fourth uncle has said that the Nanli family has a marriage contract, does that mean that I can marry anyone?" ?”
According to their seniority, she and Li Sichen were almost the same age, but he was not the only one in the Li family to have an unmarried wife, including Li Beitian.
Although Li Sichen calls Li Beitian his fourth uncle, there is not much age difference between them.
If she had to marry, why didn't she choose the most powerful one?
The meaning behind Nan Xing's words is self-evident.
Li Beitian's eyes stayed on Nan Xing, and there was a vague emotion in his eyes.
"It seems that you have made up your mind to force the Li family to cancel the marriage in this way?"
Nan Xing was stunned for a moment. She didn't know whether Li Beitian really didn't understand or just thought so. She smiled at him and said, "Can I understand that my fourth uncle looks down on me?"
Li Beitian didn't say anything, his dark eyes locked on Nan Xing's, with emotions that Nan Xing couldn't understand.
She suddenly didn't want to argue any more, and said with all her might, "I went to the company early this morning to see my fourth uncle. I haven't had time to measure it yet. Why don't I take it while I have time now?"
With that said, he approached Li Beitian.
Seeing that he remained silent, Nanxing became bolder.
Nanxing found the tape measure from somewhere. Nan Xing stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around the man's muscular waist, and carefully looked at the numbers on the tape measure.
A faint aroma came from the tip of Li Beitian's nose, and it was that familiar smell of unknown origin.
His Adam's apple slid up and down, and he couldn't help but hang his head.
The girl's eyes were filled with water, and her dark pupils were moving intelligently. Under the warm yellow light of the living room, her snow-white and soft skin revealed a faint pink color.
Li Beitian's condescending angle gave him a clear view of the soft, seductive little fairy.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Nan Xing's soft little hand brushed against his chest, the fingertips carrying an ambiguity that could not be ignored, like a fuse, instantly igniting the heat in his body.
"Nan Xing...are you sure?" Almost to the point of being unbearable, Li Beitian clasped his big palm tightly on Nan Xing's shoulders and repeated hoarsely: "Are you sure?"
Nan Xing could clearly feel the warmth and trembling under Li Beitian's palm. He raised his face and chuckled: "What about fourth uncle, are you sure?"
"..."
Sometimes when two sides confront each other, the simpler and more straightforward the approach is, the more effective it is. It depends on which side loses its composure first.
In the adult world, isn't it about head-to-head play?
The girl's smiling appearance was as extremely attractive as a poppy flower. Li Beitian narrowed his eyes slightly, slid his fingers along the smooth fabric of the shirt to her slender waist, and pressed his thin lips against her ear, "Nan Xing, you are so young. , you are really bad."
After that, before Nan Xing could make any preparations, he blocked her lips.
Nan Xing was stunned. The back of her head was pressed hard by Li Beitian, who wanted to rub her into his body.
His thin, cool lips met hers gently, taking in her sweet fragrance bit by bit.
Seeing Li Beitian's terror for the first time, Nan Xing grabbed both sides of his body with both hands and was kissed until he was a little breathless.
Finally, his breath was unsteady and he fell into Li Beitian's arms, letting him take whatever he wanted.
There was a sudden phone ringing.
Li Beitian let go of Nan Xing and walked to the window to answer the phone.
When he came back, he was as indifferent as before, as if everything that had just happened was like a drunken gaffe.
Nan Xing also recovered from the ghostly obsession.
"Go to rest early, I have something to go out for."
Leaving these words behind, Li Beitian drove away from Cuilin Bay.
Nan Xing was the only one left in the huge villa. She smiled silently, poured herself a glass of warm water, and returned to the master bedroom on the second floor.
There were several unread text messages on her phone. Nan Xing charged her phone first, then lay on the bed and read them one by one.
She directly crossed out the unimportant ones, and finally stopped at an English text message.
The translation is: [Nan, I have a flight to Beixin tomorrow. Do you have time to meet? 】
Nanxing quickly replied: [Ok.]
I've probably been waiting for news from Nanxing, and the other end quickly replied to Nanxing, [See yOU tOmOrrOW.]
Nan Xing: [See yOU tOmOrrOW.]
…
It's ten o'clock in the evening, in an abandoned factory far away in the suburbs.
Parked in front of the factory door was a muddy black Maybach.
He was even more exposed, and the bright car lights were turned on, illuminating a group of people waiting in the dark in front of the factory door.
The car door opened and a man in black got out of the car.
With a gloomy face and a cold body, it was Li Beitian.
"Fourth Master, you are here."
The leading bodyguard immediately stepped forward, holding a short black whip in both hands, and nodded respectfully to Li Beitian, "Everyone is inside, waiting for Fourth Master to deal with it."
The man pursed his thin lips tightly, took the short whip with his black-gloved hand, and walked inside with a serious look.
In the damp and moldy factory building, four men of different sizes covered their faces with black blindfolds. Each of them was livid with fear, and they knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.
His men brought a chair that had been prepared in advance, and Li Beitian sat on it. He raised his eyes and glanced at several people with cruel eyes.
"Have everything been explained clearly?"
"Fourth Master, we have investigated everything clearly. Zhang Biao has always been resentful about what happened to the Nan family last time. This time, while Miss Nan was alone, he secretly drugged the wine and encouraged these friends to bully Miss Nan..."
"In addition, I also found a mobile phone on him, which recorded the entire process of Miss Nan being bullied..."
After that, Jingzhe, one of the four bodyguards, handed Li Beitian a mobile phone.
After watching the video, Li Beitian had a cruel smile on his lips, "It seems that death is really imminent."
