Chapter 135: Are You Willing to Leave Si Han?

Nan Zhi was not the type to shy away from confrontation. The elderly matriarch had arrived at the annex early in the morning, clearly intent on finding her.

Removing her apron, Nan Zhi stepped out of the kitchen. The old lady was seated on the living room sofa. Nan Zhi brewed a cup of tea, walked over, and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

"Madam."

The matriarch didn't seem surprised to see her. With a gentle, kind expression, she nodded. "Sit down, Miss Nan."

Housekeeper Yu stood behind the matriarch, casting a look of disdain and lingering resentment at Nan Zhi.

Nan Zhi frowned slightly. Did Housekeeper Yu think she had been fired because she had complained about her to Mu Sihan?

The matriarch waved a hand. "Housekeeper Yu, you may step out for a moment."

Housekeeper Yu shot Nan Zhi a glare before turning to leave.

"Madam, have you had breakfast?" Nan Zhi asked softly.

The matriarch nodded. "I have." She picked up the tea Nan Zhi had prepared and took a small sip. "Miss Nan, I did not expect Sihan to bring you here. I only learned from Qianqian’s call last night that you... do you have a child?"

Nan Zhi answered candidly, "Yes, I have a son."

"A single mother." There was no trace of shame or condescension in the old lady’s eyes; instead, they held a hint of admiration. "It must not be easy raising a child on your own, is it?"

It certainly wasn't easy. She had tasted all the bitterness of life—the grievances, the cold shoulders, the mockery, and the contempt.

Many people, when mentioning single mothers, often formed an immediate impression that the woman was loose or lacked moral character.

It was not without its sorrows, but Nan Zhi felt fortunate that she had chosen to give birth to Xiao Kai. The happiness and joy he brought her were things no one else could provide.

"Miss Nan, the day you came to cook at my house, I could see that Sihan felt differently about you," the matriarch sighed softly. "To be honest, I see in you the shadow of a girl who was very important to both Sihan and me."

Nan Zhi was no fool. Although the matriarch spoke in veiled terms, she understood the implication.

"Madam, you have misunderstood. I am merely a servant to Young Master Mu here; it is not as you imagine."

The matriarch nodded thoughtfully, her tone earnest. "I know you are a good girl, and I do not want you to be hurt in the future. I want Sihan and Ye Qianqian to be together because I want him to forget the past and start anew. If he is with you, he will remain trapped in his memories of the past. Do you understand?"

Nan Zhi’s breath hitched. She lowered her gaze to hide her emotions. "I understand."

"Then, are you willing to leave Sihan and stop contacting him?"

...

Mu Sihan had been drinking until the early hours of the morning, finally falling asleep near 5:00 AM, only to be plunged into a nightmare.

In a dreamscape of a grand, dreamlike lawn, a man knelt on one knee, sliding a dazzling ring onto a woman’s slender finger. He stood not far away, smiling as he congratulated them.

Then, the scene shifted. The man stood at the Civil Affairs Bureau, his emotions shifting from initial joy to anxiety. From morning until afternoon, he waited, but the woman never appeared. As he sat in his car, he received a call: the woman was leaving the country with another man.

Accepting that marriage proposal had been nothing more than a way to make him experience the transition from expectation to disappointment.

It was merely an act of revenge.

The man sped off in his car, racing toward the airport.

But unexpectedly—

"Young Master, Young Master..."

Mu Sihan woke up from the nightmare, drenched in sweat. His deep, well-like eyes were bloodshot, and large beads of sweat rolled down his sculpted, handsome face. His thin, sexy lips were pressed into a grim, straight line.