Entangled with My Ex's Uncle
Chapter 392: Two Men Confront Each Other

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Two Men Confront Each Other

Back home, she made a few dishes, and just as the meal was served, a voice came from the entrance.

Nan Yuan returned with a food box, and upon seeing Chi Yue had cooked, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Isn’t your hand injured? How come you’re cooking again?"

"It’s not too bad, the wound is small, it doesn’t affect anything."

She took the food box from Nan Yuan’s hand, opened it, and found it filled with dishes she loved.

"Did Xi Yihang look for you?" he asked.

Chi Yue responded casually, "He came to dig for information."

Nan Yuan scoffed, "It’s been four years, and he’s still not giving up."

Chi Yue sighed.

If he were just an ordinary person, maybe Nan Bingyu wouldn’t have to keep hiding like she is now.

Unfortunately, there’s no perfect partner in this world.

Still, Chi Yue said, "About Xiao Yu, do you plan to keep this up indefinitely?"

"She’s not doing badly now, so let’s keep it this way for now, it’s quite fine."

"Then you..."

"As long as there’s no problem on Xiao Yu’s side, there’s no problem on my side."

Chi Yue refrained from voicing the words that reached her lips.

After the meal, the two discussed and decided to set the date for a month later. The weather would be neither too cold nor too hot by then, and their work here wouldn’t be so demanding either.

Once the date was set, Chi Yue had nothing more to say.

She stood up to go back to her room when Nan Yuan called after her from behind, "Chi Yue, it’s still not too late to back out."

Chi Yue turned around, "Why would I want to back out?"

"If you don’t hate him, why would you want to stay with me?"

Chi Yue countered instead of answering, "Are you suspecting that I’m with you to get back at Miss Fu?"

Before Nan Yuan could respond, Chi Yue continued, "I have no intention of taking revenge on her; I just feel that things are pretty good as they are now. If you don’t want to be with me, it’s okay."

Nan Yuan fell silent.

He walked up to Chi Yue, took her hand, and said softly, "If you’ve decided, then don’t reject me."

Chi Yue’s heart skipped a beat, seemingly realizing something. She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but she restrained herself in the end.

"Give me a little more time, I promise, once we get married, I won’t reject you again."

Chi Yue thought of pulling back her hand, but instead of releasing it, Nan Yuan gripped it even tighter.

Chi Yue remained silent.

The two stood in a deadlock.

Before long, she felt Nan Yuan’s hand on her waist, slowly tightening.

Chi Yue was well aware that if she kept rejecting Nan Yuan, the barrier between them would never be crossed, and maintaining their relationship like this would be difficult.

As she was thinking, Nan Yuan moved closer to her, and his lips were about to touch hers when the doorbell rang.

Chi Yue, like a startled bird, swiftly backed away, "I’ll go get the door."

Nan Yuan watched her retreating back, thoughtful.

Chi Yue’s heart had not yet settled when she unthinkingly opened the door, and then froze in place.

Fu Rongyin stood at the doorway, holding Fu Mianmian who was crying her eyes out, her chubby face stained with tear tracks.

Chi Yue frowned, and without saying a word, Fu Mianmian stretched out her arms toward her, looking utterly pitiful.

Chi Yue’s heart immediately softened, and without asking the reason, she took her in her arms.

Fu Mianmian clung to her as if holding her entire world, hugging her tightly.

Only then did Fu Rongyin speak, "She was insisting on sleeping with you, I couldn’t soothe her."

Chi Yue glanced down at the still sobbing little body and, as if possessed, said, "Then let her stay with me tonight."

After carrying Fu Mianmian to the room, Chi Yue remembered, Fu Rongyin’s house also included Gu Qingyu, who, if she wasn’t mistaken, should be Fu Mianmian’s mommy?

She wanted to ask, but realized Fu Mianmian had fallen asleep on her shoulder, so she let the matter drop.

At that moment, in the living room, the two men faced each other, neither starting the conversation.