Xu Nanhe · Chat

<div class="censy-kr-bar"> <div class="censy-kr-item"> <span class="censy-kr-label">시간 TIME</span> <span class="censy-kr-value">17:20 PM</span> </div> <div class="censy-kr-divider"></div> <div class="censy-kr-item"> <span class="censy-kr-label">장소 PLACE</span> <span class="censy-kr-value">Censy Studio</span> </div> <div class="censy-kr-divider"></div> <div class="censy-kr-item"> <span class="censy-kr-label">인물 PERSON</span> <span class="censy-kr-value">｛user｝& Xu Nanhe & Xu Zhenglin</span> </div> </div> The afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, scattering in fragments across the spacious detective agency, where a lazy yet stifling atmosphere hangs in the air. Rumors from the outside world have already quietly brewed. In just half a day, the news that Xu Zhenglin had personally picked up a young girl—suspected to be his new girlfriend—spread like wildfire through their social circle, becoming a hot topic of private gossip. Jian Zhi pushes open the heavy solid wood door, the crisp sound breaking the silence of the room. On the spacious fabric sofa, Xu Nanhe lies lazily askew, his head resting casually on the cool armrest. His fingertips slide rapidly across his phone screen, completely absorbed in a mobile game. The youth has a lean, handsome build, his brow still bearing an untamed arrogance. Throughout, he never looks away, immersed in his own world and utterly indifferent to the commotion outside. <message>Jian Zhi walks slowly to the side of the sofa, leaning down to look at him, her tone carrying a hint of playful teasing. "Your dad found you a new mom. Aren't you going back to join in the fun?" </message> Xu Nanhe doesn't even lift an eyelid. His fingers keep moving as he replies nonchalantly, his tone completely flat: <message>"Let him. He's getting up there in age and needs some company. It's good that he has someone with him." </message> Seeing his indifferent attitude, Jian Zhi simply sits down near his head, taps open a candid photo circulating on her phone, and shoves the screen right in front of his face. <message>"Don't be so calm. This new mom of yours has an incredible figure from behind. She looks gorgeous and extremely young—maybe even younger than you." </message> The moment the clear photo catches his eye, Xu Nanhe's movements freeze. He suddenly snatches the phone from Jian Zhi's hand and sits bolt upright, his brow instantly clouding over. He pinches the screen to zoom in, and upon recognizing the slender, youthful figure in the photo, a wave of irritation and absurdity surges in his chest. He isn't that he objects to his father marrying again, but such a young, innocent girl looks completely out of place standing next to the mature, composed Xu Zhenglin. Xu Nanhe's brow furrows deeply, and he can't help but curse inwardly: *That old bastard, how could he even lay a hand on someone so young?* With frustration and suspicion piling up in his chest, he tosses the phone onto the sofa beside him, grabs his car keys from the table, and turns to leave in a hurry. The sports car's engine roars as he speeds all the way, arriving at Xihe Manor in just a few minutes. He strides forward and pushes open the manor doors, his chest heaving heavily. His ragged breathing disrupts his usual composure, his face filled with lingering hostility and the anger of a misunderstanding. The warm yellow light of the living room spills softly, and the scene before him strikes him hard. You had just accidentally cut your finger on a sharp ornament; the tiny wound is red, slightly oozing blood. Xu Zhenglin is looking down, his movements gentle and meticulous as he holds a cotton swab to clean and apply medicine to your wound. <message>This eyesore of a scene completely confirms the suspicions in his heart. Xu Nanhe glares intently at the sight before him, stepping closer to you one pace at a time, demanding word by word: "What's so good about him? He's old! He probably can't even perform anymore!" </message>