My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection

Chapter 252 - 248: Everything can be controlled, except the heart.

Cen Jin was taken aback, and her face turned red in an instant. She gave him an annoyed glance, realizing so many people were watching, and quickly pushed him away: "What the hell are you even talking about! Shi Shu and the others have already left, so why are we still standing here? There’s still a bunch of people waiting behind us!" After saying this, her face still red, she lowered her head, grabbed her sleeve, and left the supermarket.Since they were eating at Yuanji earlier, the car was parked in Yuanji’s parking lot, so the four of them headed straight towards the parking lot after crossing the traffic light.

"Nan Jiayan, can you let go of my hand first?" Lu Shishu took a deep breath. She had tried countless times to break free along the way, but Nan Jiayan was unwilling to let go. With so many people around, it wasn’t appropriate to yell at him in public—she had to save his face, and also hers. But now that there were fewer people in the parking lot, she had fewer qualms. Thıs text ıs hosted at N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Nan Jiayan looked back at her angry face, pressed his lips together, and lightly tightened his grip on her hand. After seeming to consider for a moment, he gradually relaxed his hold, smiled, and nodded, "Alright."

Finally freed from his grasp, Lu Shishu sighed in relief and prepared to take the bag from him: "I’ll pay you back for this."

"Sure! Transfer it to me on WeChat then!" Nan Jiayan surprisingly didn’t refuse. Instead, he gladly accepted it, smiling broadly.

Lu Shishu instinctively took out her phone from her coat pocket, but just as she unlocked the screen and opened WeChat to scan the QR code to add him as a friend, she realized something was off. Furrowing her brow, she looked into his deep ocean-like eyes behind his glasses. She just knew that this beast was deliberately trying to get her WeChat ID.

"I don’t have money on WeChat, only cash," Lu Shishu’s face turned cold as she put her phone away and rummaged through her bag. Coincidentally, she hadn’t brought her wallet, and had no cash. The air turned silent and awkward, her lips moved slightly, and she turned her head towards Cen Jin, who was busy loading something into the car, and asked, "Cen Jin, do you have any cash on you? Can you lend me some? I’ll return it via WeChat later."

"Hmm? Don’t you not have money on WeChat?" Nan Jiayan seized the opportunity, gave her a meaningful look, and smiled.

"..."

Lu Shishu was at a loss. She cast him a quick glare but ignored him, choosing to brush off his comment.

"Ah, I never carry cash, you know. Where would I get cash from!" Cen Jin, suddenly addressed, looked momentarily flustered, straightened up, and stared at her with a puzzled expression. She then nudged Jiang Baizhou beside her, "Jiang Baizhou, do you have any?"

"No." Jiang Baizhou casually tugged at his thin lips, his gaze falling on Nan Jiayan standing next to Lu Shishu.

Nan Jiayan, upon hearing this, raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes deepening.

"I’ll return it to you when I get back." Lu Shishu’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, but she remained calm, her gaze fixed on Nan Jiayan, thinking that since he lived next door to her, it would be easy to repay him.

Nan Jiayan chuckled softly and nodded, "Alright, whatever works for you."

Seeing his casual yet confident demeanor made Lu Shishu feel stifled. This was the first time she felt this way since her temperament changed. In past conflicts, she would usually ignore them or laugh them off, never allowing herself to be angered by someone else or some trivial matter. But she had never let herself fall victim to others’ schemes or take such a loss. How could she not be angry?

"Cen Jin, I’m heading back first." Lu Shishu coldly withdrew her gaze from Nan Jiayan and turned back to Cen Jin.

Cen Jin was stunned for a moment, instinctively glanced at Nan Jiayan, and approached, "Why don’t you ride with us?"

"No need. Returning from here to my place then to yours isn’t on the way. I don’t want to trouble you." Lu Shishu smiled lightly but declined. After speaking, she cast an unwilling glance at Nan Jiayan and barely tugged at her red lips, "I’ll have to bother Director Nan to hand me the items. Thank you for bringing them here for me."

"You’re welcome." Nan Jiayan’s eyes sparkled with laughter, speaking to himself, "We’re on the way, come ride with me. I won’t charge you for the ride."

"..."

The three standing aside had no words, but this side of Nan Jiayan reminded them of the teenager from seven years ago.

"Let’s go! The stuff is too heavy for you to carry." Seeing she was silent, Nan Jiayan stepped forward, took her wrist again, and nodded at Cen Jin and Jiang Baizhou, leading her towards his car.

"Nan Jiayan, let go of me, didn’t you hear?" Lu Shishu, normally so calm, had her temper flare up multiple times today because of him, which went against her original intention.

She had sworn before that emotions weren’t good things. She wouldn’t involve herself with them in the future and wouldn’t feel anything for anyone, nor would anyone affect her emotionally. Because of this, within her circle, many labeled her the ’Zen-like aloof artist,’ and this label had become synonymous with her. Mentioning this, many would immediately think of ’Lu Shishu.’

"Be good, get in." Nan Jiayan put the items in the car’s back seat and then walked to the passenger side to open the door for her, gazing at the fair hand in his palm, his voice gentle yet pleading.

Hearing this, Lu Shishu found herself momentarily stunned. Nan Jiayan from her memory was sunny, handsome, unrestrained, and liked to tease people. There was also a side of him that liked to act coquettishly. But now, hearing his words and tone made her feel suffocated, her heart pounding in a way that she couldn’t calm.

And Nan Jiayan was skilled at seizing the moment; seeing her lost in thought, he directly pushed her into the car, promptly shutting the door behind her. Afraid she might open the door and come out, he quickly circled around the car to get into the driver’s seat, promptly locked the car, started it, and drove out of the parking lot.

Watching as the black Maybach disappeared from view, Cen Jin felt that she had eaten her fill of melon, then shook her head helplessly, sighed, and said, "Shi Shu ultimately couldn’t escape Nan Jiayan. Look, her cold and indifferent image disappears the moment she encounters him. After so many years, still unchanged. Ah! It seems destiny is inescapable. How much longer does she have to torment herself to completely let go of that almost life-taking romance?"

"She’s a person of opinion, I think Nan Jiayan coming back this time should also have intentions; otherwise, he wouldn’t return." Jiang Baizhou embraced her waist, calmly consoling her.

He also understood what she was worried about; Lu Shishu was practically a reborn person, and her fear of repeating the same mistakes was completely understandable.

But affairs of the heart, who can control them!

All things are controllable, except for the heart. Like himself, falling for Nie Cenjin was predestined, and he believed it to be the same for Nan Jiayan and Lu Shishu.