Chapter 236: Chapter 172 Sloppy Woman
Su Nian returned home and saw the neighbors from next door moving out. Being neighbors, they had interacted a bit, so Su Nian asked, “Sister Wang, are you moving?”
Sister Wang seemed very happy: “Yes, we sold a house at Sea View Villa and are moving there.”
After exchanging a few pleasantries, since Sister Wang was busy with moving, Su Nian entered her own home, feeling puzzled.
Sister Wang’s family wasn’t particularly well-off, so how could they suddenly afford to buy a house at Sea View Villa?
Maybe her husband won a lottery jackpot, she thought, but since it’s someone else’s business, Su Nian didn’t pry further and didn’t feel like dwelling on it.
The matter of Jin Qiu wanting to work at her company hadn’t been settled yet; the HR department claimed they weren’t hiring. She felt embarrassed to ask Shen Hanxiu for help and could only wait for an opening to inform Jin Qiu.
After getting through the troublesome parent-teacher meeting, she planned to rest easy at home in the afternoon.
Yang Zichen took Wei Lan home but couldn’t stop worrying about her being alone. He felt that Jing Zan would definitely come back for her, and if that man, Jing Zan, lost his temper and got physical with Wei Lan, what then?
So, getting out of the car, Yang Zichen asked, “Do you have a computer at home? I need to handle some things right now.”
“Eh?” Wei Lan paused while opening the door, then nodded after catching up, “…Yes.”
Yang Zichen thus successfully entered Wei Lan’s house.
Wei Lan didn’t expect him to follow her. When she opened the door and saw her messy home, she thought of his neat and spacious house, and guessed he must be disdainful of her place right now.
“No need to change shoes… I’m going to mop the floor in a bit.” Wei Lan smiled awkwardly. “The floor is a bit dirty…” She thought that he probably wouldn’t want to wear slippers that others had used.
Yang Zichen glanced down at the men’s slippers, feeling a bit odd, and without any intention of changing shoes, he walked straight into the house with his gleaming leather shoes.
Wei Lan saw the messy small blanket on the sofa and hurriedly removed it: “You can sit here for now.”
There was a half-eaten apple on the coffee table that had turned brown, and clothes were strewn all over the place. In two words: total sloppiness.
Wei Lan severely scolded herself and then hurriedly ran to her room to fetch her notebook, placing it on the relatively clean balcony table: “Special Assistant Yang, you can use the computer outside first. I… I’ll clean up the place.”
Yang Zichen stood up and looked around, asking, “Isn’t it cold outside?”
Wei Lan was taken aback and realized that it was already November—she had been foolishly quick to suggest he go outside in the cold…
Yang Zichen picked up the computer and sat back down on the small sofa: “I’ll just stay here; you go on with what you’re doing.”
“Alright…” She turned and began to clean up hastily.
Perhaps because she hadn’t seen his home, Wei Lan didn’t realize she could be so sloppy.
Yang Zichen powered on the computer, but there wasn’t actually anything to do. Now, though the computer was running, his gaze was subtly fixed on the woman who clumsily didn’t know where to start cleaning.
Surprisingly, he, who was usually obsessed with cleanliness, found this version of her oddly adorable, causing his heartbeat to quietly quicken.
Wei Lan hadn’t done a thorough cleaning in a very long time. The last time was when she was married to Jing Zan, and knowing he would visit her home, she diligently cleaned it inside out. After figuring out that he rarely came back, she couldn’t be bothered to clean, only doing superficial tidy-ups at most.
Yang Zichen opened a website, occasionally clicking the mouse, pretending to be deeply engrossed in work.
In truth, he spent the entire afternoon covertly observing this woman.
Clumsy and rather silly, he wondered how she managed to live by herself.
Just when the atmosphere in the house was fairly harmonious, Wei Lan was cleaning her small bedroom when Yang Zichen, sitting outside, suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
He was right in his assumption; that man indeed arrived.
The one who opened the door was indeed Jing Zan, who had come with the intention of winning back Wei Lan, but he found Yang Zichen casually seated in Wei Lan’s home.
His attitude turned sour immediately: “What are you doing here?!”
Yang Zichen put down the mouse, closed the laptop, and said unhurriedly, “Whether you are the owner of this home or a guest, that’s not the way you should speak.”
Hearing the argument outside, Wei Lan came out with a mop in hand, and at the sight of Jing Zan, she felt not surprise but fear.
Jing Zan questioned harshly: “Lin Weilan, we’re not even divorced yet! And you’re bringing a man home?”