1887: The Person Behind Nan Fang I

The Person Behind Nan Fang I

Wei Rong walked in from outside the study room, and she could not help but smile coldly as she saw Nan Fang's darkened face. 1

"Are you thinking about Nan Suyi again?"

Nan Fang frowned and glanced at Wei Rong expressionlessly. "This has nothing to do with you. Just do your job."

'Do my job?'

Wei Rong sneered. "My husband is thinking about other women all day long. How can I sit back and do nothing? Nan Fang, do not forget how you once courted me, and do not forget that Suyi even has a son! Do you want this kind of impure woman too?"

"Shut up!" Nan Fang snapped, red in the face with veins bulging around his forehead. "Get out!"

Wei Rong looked at Nan Fang. Her eyes had turned from the initial anger to calmness.

This time, she did not say another word and simply turned around to walk out.

Nan Fang clenched his fists tightly.

Marrying Suyi was a dream he had since he was young.

However, he did not really love her.

It was just that this woman had always fought him, and he had never gotten her. So, he just wanted to fulfill this dream.

"Guard!"

Nan Fang shouted coldly.

Within a few moments, a guard stood in front of Nan Fang, respectfully. "Yes, Master."

"How is Nan Luo?"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, a light that made people shudder a little.

"Master, Young Lady is not very well."

"I'll go meet her."

***

Within a small, remote courtyard, fallen leaves were drifting about.

This place looked somewhat lonely.

There was a wooden house that looked simpler than the other courtyards' of the Nan family.

Nan Luo wore a white dress, curled up in bed, her messy hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with panic.

Creak!

The door was pushed open. Nan Luo looked up; after looking at the middle-aged man standing in the doorway, she panicked and hurriedly took a few steps backward.

"Father, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please don't hit me. Please..."

Nan Fang stood with one hand on his back. His eyes were sharp and fierce, like a long sword, making Nan Luo tremble harder.

She never knew that her father could be so terrifying to such an extent.

When Nan Fang treated her as a daughter, she was the most respectful young lady of the Nan family, but she was even worse than a servant once she made Nan Fang unhappy.

"Nan Luo, do you know what you've done?"

Nan Luo raised her eyes in horror. "I shouldn't hide in Tianya's manor and ignore you. Father, I know I was wrong. Please let me go."

Tears fell from her eyes, her face was pale, and her voice trembled a bit when she spoke.

Bang!

Nan Fang suddenly stepped forward and kicked Nan Luo in her chest, sending her flying straight out. Her body hit the wall. Her tears flowed again from the pain.

"What exactly is wrong with you?!" His face darkened as he picked up Nan Luo's lapel with a hand.

Nan Fang was like the devil from hell. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Nan Luo bit her lip hard; tears fell like rain. "I shouldn't have thoughts about Nan Xian."

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