The key to the outer gate was a very delicate and small key, which Jiang Nan usually wore around his neck. He got used to it and didn't even notice it anymore. On the day of the divorce, he even forgot that he still had the key to the outer gate around his neck.
Later, when she thought of that key again, Jiang Nan didn't know why she didn't take it off her neck.
The winter night was cold and quiet. He staggered, unable to even tell what year or month it was, only remembering that he had a very, very beautiful wife.
He wanted to see his beautiful wife.
Pushing open the iron gate, Jiang Nan heard the hum of a car engine. He reached out and touched the gate, his warm palms freezing against the cold metal. He looked up blankly and saw a taxi speeding away, driving like a Mercedes.
Jiang Nan sniffed and continued walking forward.
As you walk along the gravel path, the air is filled with the fragrant aroma of the garden. At the end of the path are short steps with streetlights hanging on either side.
Jiang Nan went up the steps, but was stopped by a door—a password-protected door.
He paused at the door for two or three seconds, his misty, drunken eyes fixed on the five-digit password. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered.
68888.
This password was set by Uncle He, and it means "Building No. 6 will prosper!"
Jiang Nan pressed the buttons with her index finger, but the expected "click" unlocking sound did not occur; instead, a red light illuminated.
"Impossible..."
He couldn't possibly be mistaken.
Jiang Nan swallowed and entered the password again.
It's still not solved.
Jiang Nan's brows furrowed instantly. He refused to believe it and eagerly tried three more times.
Over and over again, each time with a red glow.
Incorrect password.
Jiang Nan panicked. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, and could barely stand up, so he squatted down and re-entered the information twice more.
Both of these interpretations are undoubtedly wrong.
So, is the lock broken?
Jiang Nan squatted on the ground, took his phone out of his pocket, and squinted for a moment when the phone screen suddenly lit up.
He quickly opened his eyes again, opened his browser, and searched for a question.
Why hasn't the door opened even after entering the password more than ten times?
The most upvoted answer: The reason is simple: wrong password. Don't expect to open a door that's destined to remain closed by simply entering the password a few more times.
Jiang Nan wasn't sure if the phone's light was too bright, but he couldn't see the screen clearly. He blinked and saw a water droplet hit the screen.
Is it raining?
Jiang Nan thought blankly.
He didn't have time to think about the question; he quickly swiped his finger to see other answers.
Comment 1: [The person upstairs is right. Either the lock is broken or the password has been changed. The former is highly unlikely, and the latter... they've already subtly told you that you can't get in.]
Comment 2: [Oops, bro. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend and thought we could get back together, until I went to his house and couldn't open the keypad lock.]
Comment 3: [Hmm... if it's not a combination lock, it's just a simple lock.]
Comment 4: [Even simple locks have keys; it just depends on whether the other person gives you the key.]
Jiang Nan subconsciously touched the key hanging around his neck. He mustered his courage and lost again.
Still showing red light, incorrect password.
His eyes were filled with a lot of mist. He blinked, and then belatedly realized that the rain was getting heavier.
Raindrops dampened his eyelashes and dripped down his chin onto his hoodie.
He felt a bit disheveled, like a little dog that couldn't find shelter from the rain, its fur soaking wet and covered in mud.
Jiang Nan sniffed; the combination lock must be broken.
He needs to find a locksmith to fix the lock.
Jiang Nan searched for a long time but couldn't find a locksmith. He pursed his lips, flustered and at a loss.
A familiar yet calm voice suddenly came from behind me.
" Nannan?"
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When Fu Jingzhou returned, he saw a figure squatting in front of the iron gate before he even entered it.
He thought he was seeing things because they were quite far away, but when he got closer, he realized there really was someone there.
The man was squatting on the ground, wearing jeans that stretched taut as he squatted, outlining the boy's legs and pert buttocks. His black hoodie was clearly a bit too big, with the hood covering his head.
If the figure hadn't looked somewhat familiar, he would have called the police immediately.
He called out tentatively, and the person squatting in front of him subconsciously turned his head. His pink hair was messy and fell across his forehead. His small face was delicate and fair. He seemed to be very aggrieved. His whole face was wet, his dark and curled eyelashes were stuck together, and he was pouting.
Fu Jingzhou was taken aback. "Why are you crying?"
"What's it to you!" Jiang Nan raised her hand and rubbed her cheek hard.
Fu Jingzhou: "... You've come to my doorstep and are just squatting there. I'm just asking you a question, what's wrong?"
Jiang Nan was taken aback. "This is your home?"
Fu Jingzhou sensed something was wrong, lowered his eyes, and bent down slightly. "Have you been drinking?"
Jiang Nan sniffed sharply. "None of your business."
As he got closer, the man could smell a strong odor of alcohol on him.
No wonder he was here in the middle of the night; he was drunk.
Fu Jingzhou reached out and took off his hat, then ruffled the soft pink hair. "Can't you speak properly?"
He said this in a calm voice, without a trace of blame.
Jiang Nan: "No, I don't know you well, why are you standing here?"
"Don't you know me?" Fu Jingzhou squatted down to meet his gaze. "If you don't know me, why are you standing at my door?"
"This is Zhouzhou Wife's house," Jiang Nan shook her head, "It's not yours."
Fu Jingzhou was taken aback for a moment, then a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. "Then who am I?"
"How would I know who you are?" Jiang Nan looked at him with a puzzled expression.
The person in front of me was wearing a trench coat. When he walked over, he was tall with long legs, had a great physique, and a beautiful face.
Although she is as beautiful as his wife, she is definitely not his wife.
Fu Jingzhou changed the subject. "So, what does your wife look like?"
"She's very pretty, kind, and super cute!" Jiang Nan, sounding like a devoted fan. "But he has trouble walking and needs a wheelchair, while you don't."
So that's the reason.
Fu Jingzhou's lips curled up slightly.
He reached out and touched the boy's soft cheek.
Jiang Nan quickly reached out and slapped him away, saying, "I already told you I'm not familiar with you."
Fu Jingzhou withdrew his hand. "Why are you crying?"
Mentioning this made Jiang Nan sad again. He sniffled pitifully, "I can't open this combination lock. My wife doesn't want me anymore."
Fu Jingzhou: "Why doesn't he want you anymore?"
Jiang Nan: "I don't know."
Fu Jingzhou: "Because you're already divorced."
Jiang Nan stopped sniffling instantly. "You're lying."
Fu Jingzhou glanced at the combination lock, then looked at him leisurely. "You were the one who initiated the divorce, so you're the one who doesn't want your wife anymore."
"You're lying." Jiang Nan suddenly stood up.
Fu Jingzhou stood up as well. He had intended to ask more questions, but upon noticing the boy's ears were red from the cold, he immediately changed his mind. He glanced at the combination lock and said, "Enter the password so I can see it."
"What for?" Jiang Nan asked, "Do you know how to fix locks?"
"Meeting."
Master Fu, the locksmith who was temporarily assigned to the job, said without changing his expression.
"Okay, fine." Jiang Nan reluctantly believed him and re-entered the password, but it still lit up red, indicating an incorrect password.
He turned his head and looked at the person next to him who was half a head taller. "See, you're wrong again."
Fu Jingzhou's lips twitched. "What's the password?"
"688888," Jiang Nan replied.
Fu Jingzhou glanced at the combination lock and the password Jiang Nan had entered. "Take a look at what you entered."
Jiang Nan leaned closer for a look. "It's 688888."
Fu Jingzhou pointed his fair fingertip at the first number, "You entered 9."
Jiang Nan was stunned for a moment.
The alcohol content of that drink was far too high; his thoughts were completely muddled, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded. It took him a long time to ask, "Did I lose it by mistake?"
Fu Jingzhou raised an eyebrow. "That should be true."
Jiang Nan pursed her lips and entered the password again.
This time, a "tick" sounded, a circle of green light lit up, and the door opened.
Jiang Nan's eyes lit up, and she asked cautiously, "So he didn't abandon me, right?"
Fu Jingzhou felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in his heart, but this pain paled in comparison to even a fraction of the pain Jiang Nan felt when she proposed divorce.
That day, he calmly agreed, and Jiang Nan divorced him in a dignified manner.
But only he knows the full spectrum of emotions he experienced.
"You were the one who dumped him first."
Fu Jingzhou said calmly.
After saying that, he went inside and turned on the light in the entryway.
Jiang Nan, anxiously following behind him, slammed the door shut and said hastily, "I didn't abandon him!"
"I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense..."
"You're already divorced, what kind of relationship is this?" Fu Jingzhou asked him, his eyes lowered.
The boy was stunned. Then he pursed his lips, lowered his head awkwardly, and whispered, "What do you know?"
He wanted to explain that he had many, many reasons why he had to get a divorce, such as he wasn't the real young master of the Jiang Family, or that Fu Jingzhou already had someone he liked, or...
But no matter how many reasons you give, the facts remain unchanged.
Fu Jingzhou stared at the top of his head, then finally reached out and pinched the boy's chin, his index finger and thumb applying pressure until Jiang Nan frowned.
With her chin forced up, Jiang Nan asked, a little annoyed, "What?"
The moment those words were spoken, the light in front of her was instantly blocked, and at the same time, she felt another person's breath on her lips.
His lips were cool and slightly soft.
Jiang Nan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly tried to push him away, "What are you doing..."
He only managed to utter three words before his lips were completely sealed, his jaw pried open, and his tongue began to swirl around.
Are they kissing?
Realizing this, Jiang Nan hurriedly reached out to push him away.
The person in front of me is not only sick, but also a pervert.
Fu Jingzhou reached out and grabbed his wrist, pressing it against the door, and kissed him carefully, kissing wherever he wanted.
Jiang Nan was forced to swallow, she was almost paralyzed with fear.
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Babies, I'm back! After my relentless efforts, I've completely defeated Thirty Percent Sugar. Hmph, she's seen how powerful I am, and she immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.