Xia Xing watched as the motorcycle disappeared into the distance, and recalled the words Nan Yu had said, feeling more baffled than ever.
Before he could even catch his breath, a familiar Maybach appeared by the roadside.
The car window lowered, revealing Huo Juanyan's face, dark as ink.
"Did you give it to her?"
Xia Xing nodded, "I gave it to Miss Nan."
Huo Juanyan's glance caught Nan Qingqing at the entrance of the bar, a displeased emotion brewing in his eyes, he slightly lifted his chin, "Did she say anything?"
Xia Xing inhaled quietly, stammering, "Miss Nan, she..."
Huo Juanyan turned his head toward him, "Speak."
Xia Xing dared not conceal anything and recounted Nan Yu's words without missing a detail.
After finishing, he added, "President Huo, the old lady might really like Miss Nan, that's why she asked her to come over for the weekend."
Huo Juanyan looked again towards the distant Nan Qingqing, clearly seeing the extremely hypocritical smile hanging on her face, as she affectedly basked in the crowd's adulation.
He couldn't help but think of Nan Qingqing's foster sister, a woman whose name he didn't know, yet who was gallantly spirited when kicking someone.
Both daughters raised by the Nan family, yet she was far more appealing than Nan Qingqing.
If it were that foster sister who had married him, maybe he wouldn't despise this wife so much, but it was this Nan Qingqing...
"Since she loves to act and win grandmother's favor, let her act, but have her sign the divorce papers as soon as possible."
The car window closed once again, and the vehicle drove away from the bar.
Xia Xing stood still, mulling over the words Huo Juanyan had spoken, utterly perplexed.
"How can I not see Miss Nan enjoying acting? Tonight, watching her at the bar, she seemed quite sincere, whereas Nan Qingqing was just a pretender," he thought.
Failing to understand, he shook his head.
"This is not something for an assistant like me to ponder over. I might as well go home and sleep."
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A coastal villa in City A.
At this moment, the villa's living room was brightly lit.
A mature, bespectacled man, about thirty-five years old, paced back and forth, his face full of anxiety.
On the sofa sat a stunningly beautiful woman who couldn't help saying, "Husband, don't rush things. We only gave Nan Yu the number today; she won't call back so quickly."
On hearing this, Nan Zhuoyuan stopped pacing, his brow furrowed even more as he turned to look at his wife, Li Xue.
"Wife, it's been an afternoon and a whole night, why hasn't she called yet?"
Li Xue pulled him over to sit down, soothing, "Maybe Nan Yu got held up and hasn't seen the number yet. Besides, you've waited for twenty-three years; a few more days won't hurt. Let's be patient."
Nan Zhuoyuan pinched his temples, sighing, "It's my fault for arriving late in the countryside the day before yesterday; I missed meeting Nan Yu. Otherwise, I could have taken her directly to the hospital to verify, to make absolutely sure whether she is my true sister."
"Instead, I have to watch that Nan Qingqing impersonate my little sister, deceiving our parents."
Li Xue grasped his right hand, "Mom and Dad took Nan Qingqing for another paternity test the day before yesterday. They called today, saying the results confirm she is your sister."
She hesitated, "Husband, are you sure she's an impostor?"
Nan Zhuoyuan asserted seriously, "I don't know what methods Nan Qingqing and her parents used, but somehow the two paternity tests proved she is my sister.
"But the blood sample I obtained from her shows she isn't my sister. I've also compared it to the sample she provided; the results proved those two samples aren't from the same person."
"This means Nan Qingqing has been fabricating lies all along!"