Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 919: Cleaned Up

Chapter 919: Chapter 919: Cleaned Up

"You already knew some martial arts," Nangong Ye said with a smile, "But the techniques you used were quite unique; I’d never seen them before. You claimed they were taught to you by a master, but you refused to tell me who this master was. Now you don’t even remember me, so I bet you’ve forgotten that master too, right?" Nangong Ye chuckled.

Martial arts he’d never seen?

A strange feeling surged in Nan Feng’s heart, so she put down her bowl and chopsticks, then stood aside and said to Nangong Ye, "Then you take a look, is it this kind?"

Nan Feng casually demonstrated the Sanda, mixed martial arts, and Judo she had learned for Nangong Ye to see.

Nangong Ye couldn’t help but laugh, "Yes, that’s exactly it."

"This kind?" Nan Feng asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I’m sure. You also know how to use throwing knives, and you’re very accurate with them."

Nan Feng’s head buzzed as if it had exploded.

Could it be that she hadn’t crossed over recently, but much earlier? Had she fallen in love with Nangong Ye long ago?

Nan Feng then asked, "Do you know what I was like before, before I met you?"

Nangong Ye once heard from the villagers that Nan Feng used to be a fool, but he, as warm-hearted as he was, naturally wouldn’t bring up her dark past. He simply smiled and said, "You’ve always been just as you are now."

"Have I never suddenly seemed like a completely different person?" Nan Feng probed further.

"No, you’ve always been as you are now, just growing more and more beautiful," Nangong Ye continued comforting Nan Feng.

Nan Feng thought, how very strange this was.

When Nangong Ye had met her, she had been practicing modern-day martial arts, which meant the person he had encountered was indeed her.

But Tuoba Lie had only been here for a bit more than two years, so...

Maybe it wasn’t about her being lovelorn at all, but rather, the person who married Nangong Ye was truly her.

The feeling in Nan Feng’s heart grew stronger and stronger.

...

After Lu Jianxi left, she galloped back towards the Yamen.

But before she could reach the Yamen, she pulled hard on the reins, bringing her horse to a halt, then dismounted and sat down beside a rock in the city.

She thought she would cry, but found herself unable to shed even a single tear.

This time, she truly gave up hope.

She would never have a future with Nangong Ye. From now on, all she could do was watch him be happy.

For someone who had grown up as she had, it wasn’t easy to give away her heart. Yet before she could even confess, everything was already over. She often heard people talk about heartache but rarely experienced it herself. Now, she finally understood the pain.

But she wouldn’t fight, she wouldn’t snatch. If something wasn’t meant for her, she wouldn’t yearn for it.

She might as well suffer thoroughly, and perhaps by tomorrow, it would be better.

...

Nan Feng had finished eating and was preparing to clean up the dishes.

In her previous life, she was a strong feminist, believing that housework wasn’t a woman’s duty and that men should do it too. But now she suddenly realized something—some men are indeed worth being spoiled by women, like Nangong Ye, for example.

At the same time, she was somewhat puzzled. How come she was so adept at these tasks? Could it be a silent understanding between them?

But just as she was about to start cleaning, Nangong Ye suddenly stopped her, "Fengfeng, there’s no need to hurry, I’ll do it."

Without waiting for Nan Feng to respond, Nangong Ye got to work.

Nan Feng watched, dumbfounded. They say that a man who cooks is more charming, but that’s not entirely true. It’s only charming when a handsome man cooks. Wu Dalang was always making roll cakes, but Pan Jinlian never found him charming, did she?

However, Nangong Ye was only tidying up simply, because his guards would come in to carry away the dishes and clean them.