The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

At 8: 50 PM.    

The raindrops connected to the windshield, and the rain dryer swept through the night in a regular pattern. Nanxing Chuan passed by the school near the apartment.    

Suddenly, he remembered that Xie Jingzhen was studying in this school.    

Nanxing Chuan parked the car and looked at the street lights on both sides of the school gate.    

It was very quiet in the car, and one could even hear the sound of the rain and the windows.    

Nanxing Chuan could not help but be lost in thought. Perhaps it was because Xie Jingzhen, this little girl, was one of the few girls he had seen who thought he was a good person.    

The little girl had caused him trouble before, and she had also given him quite a bit of goodwill.    

So he stopped because he was worried that she would come home drenched in the rain.    

Until ten minutes later -    

The school gate slowly opened and a familiar figure walked out holding an umbrella.    

He sat up a little straighter, took out the cigarette from his mouth, put his hand on the steering wheel, and quietly looked at her.    

Xie Jingzhen looked around as if she was waiting for someone. After a while, she took out her phone and made a call. Maybe it was not connected, she stood there for a while and started to walk towards her home.    

But after a few steps, a speeding car passed by her, creating a splash.    

Xie Jingzhen's legs were a little wet. She stopped and looked a little angry. Her small face showed anger, and she frowned in the direction of the car, but there was nothing she could do.    

It was the first time that Nanxing Chuan saw her expression like this. He found it funny.    

But the smile stopped after a few seconds.    

Xie Zhen stood opposite him, and as if he had discovered something, his gaze penetrated through the rain and fell straight onto him.    

Nanxing Chuan:... ""    

She quickly walked over.    

Nan Xingchuan subconsciously put the cigarette into the box.    

"Nan Uncle?" Lowering the window, Xie Jingzhen looked at Nan Xingchuan in confusion, "Why are you here?"    

Nan Xingchuan's Adam's apple moved slightly. He said in a hoarse voice, "Waiting for a friend."    

Xie Jingzhen did not think too deeply. Holding the umbrella, she nodded. "Then I won't disturb you anymore."    

She turned around and was about to leave, but Nan Xingchuan called out to her, "Wait a moment."    

The rain was hazy. Xie Jingzhen turned around and met the man's gaze.    

"Get in the car. I'll send you off."    

Xie Jingzhen only hesitated for two seconds before convincing himself.    

They were neighbors, so it was only right for them to help each other.    

She bypassed the car and walked to the front passenger seat. Nanxing Chuan opened the door for her from inside. She put away the umbrella and sat inside. Just as she was about to say thank you, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have sat on something.    

Xie Jingzhen hurriedly took out her glasses to check, but found that one of her glasses had been broken by her butt.    

"Yes, sorry." Xie Jingzhen was extremely embarrassed, "I didn't see it..."    

Usually, only Nan Yichun sat in the car in Nanxing Chuan. He looked at the 'corpse' in Xie Jingzhen's glasses and remembered that it was given to him by Nan Yichun.    

At that time, Ah Chun said that he was too fierce and wearing glasses would make things a little easier.    

Nan Xingchuan did not mind and casually left the glasses in the car.    

It was dark at night, so it was normal that Xie Jingzhen did not see it.    

Nanxing Chuan directly took the glasses from her hands, "It's fine."    

Xie Jingzhen was a little uneasy, "I'll compensate you with a new one another day."    

"No need." Nan Xingchuan took out a few pieces of paper from the car's tissue box and handed them to Xie Jingzhen.    

Xie Jingzhen was stunned for a moment. Only after she reacted did she understand that he wanted her to wipe her wet legs.    

Xie Jingzhen took the paper and said thank you in a low voice.    

But when she lowered her head to wipe the water stains, she was thinking, How did he know that she was splashed?    

Could it be... that he had already seen her?    

Nanxing Chuan didn't notice her strange behavior, so he pulled down the handbrake and started the car.    

Accompanied by the sound of falling raindrops, the car slowly drove out from the side of the road.    

The two of them sat on one side in tacit understanding. The dim lights of the street lamps fell on their faces through the window, flickering and moving, sketching a hazy picture.    

... It was too quiet.    

Xie Jingxuan took a deep breath very lightly. She felt that the air was becoming thinner and thinner. It was filled with heat, strange yet gentle.    

She changed her sitting position and her gaze inadvertently fell on the hands that were holding the steering wheel.    

Her slightly bent fingers were long and uniform. The lines were clean and smooth, and even the joints seemed to have been carefully designed. They were perfectly embedded between her fingers.    

Not only did his hands look good, but they were also filled with an inexplicable sense of strength.    

It made Xie Jingzhen curious. What kind of work did Nan Uncle, who had such a pair of perfect hands, do?