Chapter 393: Late-night Phone Call
Translator: Henyee Translations ] Editor: Henyee Translations
After learning the truth, Nan Xuan and the other two could not accept this fact and immediately left the Nan family.
After Murong Qiao finished admiring Nan Kang’s ashen face, she did not stay any longer.
As for Nan Hao, who had run out at the beginning, he did not run far before stopping at the intersection in a daze.
He only felt that the world had turned upside down. He had been so good to Nan Zhi in the past, but now that he thought about it, he felt terrible.
“Nan Hao.” Nan Jin’s voice came from behind.
The two Big Brothers came over from behind and looked at their youngest brother worriedly.
Nan Hao’s eyes were red and he couldn’t look up. “I don’t want to go back, Brother.”
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with resistance to the Nan family.
Nan Kang had actually done such a thing before. It made Nan Hao feel disgusted to even be in the same room as him.
He was just about to adapt to his current life in the past few days. He felt that as long as he graduated and went to work to help his Big Brother, the Nan family would get better one day.
However, Murong Qiao’s words seemed to have torn a hole in his fantasy, causing the sky above Nan Hao to collapse.
The father he had always respected was actually the murderer who killed his mother.
“How… how could he treat Mom like this?” Nan Hao felt extremely uncomfortable.
How could he live with a clear conscience after killing his mother and bringing the mistress home?
Nan Hao even thought of Nan Zhi. Thinking about how he had treated her so well in the past and even stood in front of her to protect her and target Murong Qiao, Nan Hao was extremely ashamed now.
He treated Nan Zhi as his own Little Sister, but in the end, she was only the daughter of a mistress. Instead, it was Murong Qiao who suffered the thorny side and was treated coldly by them for so long.
Nan Xuan patted Nan Hao’s back. “Don’t think too much.”
“You still have to attend school. Move to my house,” Nan Jin said.
It was not to the extent that Nan Hao had nowhere to go. It’s just that the house Nan Kang was in, wouldn’t be considered a home anymore, and it had lost its meaning in the hearts of the three of them.
But life had to go on.
After going to the Nan family’s house by accident that day, Murong Qiao did not forget to complete her assignment. Then, her attention was occupied by the school and the company. She ran back and forth between the two every day. An Nuo was also infected by her and almost became the second Murong Qiao. Even when she went to class, she planned her time to the extreme and only arrived at the classroom ten minutes before class.
Every Monday, there would always be the morning classes that the students hated the most. An Nuo rushed into the classroom on the bell and sat down in the first row, preparing for class.
“Look, look, An Nuo is here!”
“I want an autograph from her. I like her very much. I’ve watched her scenes
several times.”
“Then let’s go after class later!”
Two female students’ excited voices reached Qing Chuan’s ears.
An Nuo. This name activated his memories and emotions, causing him to look up, but he realized that An Nuo was sitting in front of him.
In order to leave a good impression on his teacher and coupled with his extraordinary looks, Qing Chuan was used to choosing the second row and enjoyed the gazes of everyone on him. But now, among the countless gazes, there was no An Nuo.
“Alright, alright. Get ready for class.” The teacher walked in from the door. The sound of the teaching materials being flipped open did not stir Qing Chuan’s thoughts.
He pretended to look up at the blackboard, but the corner of his eye landed on An Nuo in front of him. His gaze, which was never reluctant to leave others, was rarely entangled with An Nuo.
She didn’t seem to like him anymore.
Qing Chuan realized this.
An Nuo had rarely appeared in school recently. Other than attending the necessary classes, she was mostly filming and busy with work. The students’ impression of An Nuo was more on variety shows and television dramas.
Or rather, ever since she pulled Murong Qiao to the bar that time, An Nuo no longer liked Qing Chuan and only focused on her career.
“Today, we’re here to appraise an actor. He’s also the person who won the Best Actor award twice before. His acting skills and style are very unique. Next…” The teacher was teaching, and An Nuo was taking notes seriously. The students were also quiet.
No one noticed Qing Chuan’s thoughts.
However, Qing Chuan didn’t feel good and didn’t like An Nuo’s coldness.
He knew that An Nuo liked him previously.
Qing Chuan subconsciously turned the pen in his hand and twirled it nimbly between his fingers, his heart filled with thoughts of An Nuo.
But at that time, An Nuo was just an unknown person in his eyes. To Qing Chuan, who was more accepting of having a woman to provide for him, having a relationship with a rich woman was much better than an innocent love with no money.
How much was love worth?
At that time, Qing Chuan didn’t care at all, nor did he take An Nuo seriously.
But it was different now. An Nuo was very popular and was a celebrity. She was even more popular than Qing Chuan himself.
Qing Chuan’s mind was filled with thoughts. At this thought, he actually looked forward to the end of class.
“Alright, that’s all for today’s class.” The teacher knocked on the blackboard as an end.
Qing Chuan was stunned. His thoughts were pulled back by the actions of the surrounding students who stood up and planned to leave. Then, he wanted to look at An Nuo, but he realized that she was already the first to rush out.
Her figure disappeared at the door in an instant.
This forced Qing Chuan to dispel his original thoughts of talking to the other party.
“Qing Chuan? Let’s go and play basketball?’1 A boy asked him out.
Qing Chuan shook his head. “No, I still have a part-time job.”
If it was any other time, he would naturally agree. After all, playing basketball at the court could attract the attention of a large number of girls and indirectly bring him a lot of “income.”
However, Qing Chuan was not in the mood now. His mind was filled with An Nuo.
Even with the attendance of the classes, the number of times he could see An Nuo in a month could be counted on one hand. This made the commotion in Qing Chuan’s heart even more turbulent.
If he had known that An Nuo would become so popular now, he would have agreed to date her back then.
Qing Chuan felt regretful. He was annoyed that he didn’t value An Nuo previously.
Now that most of the students had left, Qing Chuan planned to get up and leave. However, when the class committee passed by him, Qing Chuan suddenly had a plan.
“Class Monitor,” he called out to the class monitor. “Wait for me.”
Just because he couldn’t talk to An Nuo did not mean that he could not contact her.
In short, Qing Chuan finally obtained An Nuo’s phone number from the class monitor.
However, after a day of class, Qing Chuan still had to go to the bar. When he was done, it was already midnight.
At three in the morning, most people were under the covers, immersed in sweet dreams.
An Nuo even went to bed early. On the one hand, it was to have enough energy tomorrow, and on the other hand, it was to take good care of her skin.
Since she was already a celebrity, she naturally had strict requirements for herself. Staying up late was the easiest to harm her body, especially if she slept late. Her face would be extremely swollen the next day.
Beep—
The cell phone suddenly rang, and the cabinet vibrated.
“Wu…” An Nuo muttered in her sleep.
She was woken up by the ringtone. In a daze, she opened her eyes and looked at the time on the bedside clock.
Three o’clock?
“What’s going on?” An Nuo was a little angry from being woken up. Although she said that, she still got up from the bed to get her cell phone. Usually, An Nuo did not have the habit of turning off her cell phone. After all, it was very difficult to be sure when her manager would call her. It would be bad if something big happened.
However, when she picked up her cell phone and saw that it was an unknown number, An Nuo didn’t understand.
She answered and put it to her ear. “Hello?”
The hoarse and lazy female voice that had just woken up reached Qing Chuan’s ears through the cell phone.
“Hello, An Nuo. I’m Qing Chuan.” Qing Chuan’s voice was filled with joy..
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