Chen Zheng also urged her: "Just say it! What's the reason?"
Chen Zhihan's furious expression gradually twisted into one of stifled humiliation, but she clenched her teeth, unable to utter a word.
Seeing Nan Sangning's smug look, she nearly exploded with rage and lunged forward, claws out: "I'll kill you, you bitch!"
Sangning dodged in fear, and Nan Muchen, having reached his limit, stepped forward and grabbed Chen Zhihan.
"You shamelessly threw yourself at Du Yao's bed, and now you come to our Nan Family to make a scene? You’re just furious that my sister accidentally exposed your dirty little secret with Du Yao! Do you think the Nan Family is your punching bag? That you can throw tantrums here whenever you please?"
Ever since the Nan and Chen families formed their alliance through marriage, the Chen Family had always held themselves in high regard, while the Nan Family had spent the past two years bending over backward to accommodate them. Of course, the Nan Family harbored resentment—especially Nan Muchen, who valued his pride above all else.
But before, their interests had aligned, so they endured it.
Now, however, the Chen Family had stooped so low as to have their daughter scheme her way into a man's bed—a blatant slap to the Nan Family’s face!
And yet, she still dared to come to the Nan household and throw a tantrum!
Recalling what Nan Sangning had said earlier, Nan Muchen burned with even greater fury. So, after two years of submission, the Nan Family had only spoiled the Chen Family into thinking they could do whatever they wanted.
Chen Zhihan, beside herself with rage, shrieked, "Get out of my way! Nan Muchen, what does this have to do with you?! Are you actually protecting that little bitch?!"
Nan Siya stared at Nan Muchen in shock. She knew how much he despised Nan Sangning—how could he, how could he possibly take her side?!
Nan Zhenming’s voice then cut through the chaos, stern and cold: "Zhihan! I would have thought a family like the Chens would at least teach their children basic manners. I am, after all, your elder. To act like this in the Nan household—do you have no respect for us at all?"
Whatever the Nan Family thought of Nan Sangning internally was their own business. But Nan Sangning was, after all, the legitimate daughter they had formally acknowledged—she bore the Nan name now!
For Chen Zhihan to openly call her a "little bitch" in front of them—what did that make the rest of the Nan Family?
No matter how much they had humbled themselves, the Nan Family was still a wealthy household, not some lapdog the Chen Family could kick around!
Chen Zhihan’s face stiffened, a sliver of rationality finally returning to her.
Chen Zheng, too, was furious at her for refusing to explain, making them look like unreasonable troublemakers.
The old man’s voice was icy as he declared, "Enough. This ends here. Chen Zheng, take Chen Zhihan home. If this continues, don’t blame me for calling security."
Chen Zheng’s face darkened, shifting between green and white. He shot Chen Zhihan a glare before dragging her away.
"Let’s go!"
As Chen Zheng pulled Chen Zhihan out, her eyes remained locked onto Nan Sangning, who stood quietly behind the Nan Family members. Her expression was docile, her lips slightly curved, her serene, glass-like eyes shimmering with an unusual light.
Once outside, Chen Zheng immediately snapped, "What the hell were you thinking?! Why did you go into that room?!"
Chen Zhihan’s face froze. How could she explain? That she had actually been trying to sneak into He Siyu’s room?
Right now, only her reputation was ruined. But if she openly offended He Siyu, the entire Chen Family would suffer!
"Don’t tell me you really went into Du Yao’s room on your own—"
"Shut up!" she screamed. "I wouldn’t touch Du Yao if he were the last man on earth! It was all that bitch Nan Sangning—I’ll kill her, I swear I will!"
"Brother Zheng, Sister Zhihan."
Nan Siya hurried after them, her face full of concern. "I know this must be a misunderstanding. Sister Zhihan would never do something like that."
Chen Zhihan, already seething with nowhere to vent, couldn’t lash out at Nan Sangning—but Nan Siya had delivered herself right to her doorstep.
"Who asked for your fake sympathy?! Here to laugh at me?! Look at yourself—now that Nan Sangning’s back, you don’t even have the right to speak in the Nan Family. Then again, what use is a useless idiot like you? Who’d even want to hear you talk?"
Nan Siya was stunned. She had always been on good terms with Chen Zhihan—how could she suddenly turn so vicious?
"I… I…" she stammered.
Chen Zhihan scoffed. "Nan Sangning is the real daughter the Nan Family brought back. Who knows if you’re even legitimate?"
The Nan Family had always claimed both daughters were their biological children, so Chen Zhihan’s words were nothing but thoughtless rage.
But they struck Nan Siya’s most sensitive nerve.
Her face paled, tears instantly welling up. "I—I’m not—"
"Get lost!" Chen Zhihan shoved her aside, flung open the car door, and sped off.
Nan Siya turned to Chen Zheng, tears streaming down her face. "Brother Zheng, I just wanted to comfort Sister Zhihan… I know she must have been framed—"
But Chen Zheng’s expression was dark. "Oh? Seems like the whole Nan Family is protecting Nan Sangning. How many of you were in on this scheme? You’re part of the Nan Family—did you know nothing?"
Nan Siya’s pupils constricted, her face deathly white. "How could I?! Why would I help Nan Sangning hurt Sister Zhihan?!"
In the past, Chen Zheng would have comforted her when she cried like this. But now, with the Chen Family humiliated, their reputation in tatters, and the Nan Family shielding Nan Sangning—who was to say Nan Siya wasn’t involved?
The more he thought about it, the more Nan Siya’s face seemed repulsive to him.
Chen Zheng sneered. "You’d better not be."
Then he, too, got into his car and drove off without another word.
Nan Siya stood frozen, watching as Chen Zheng’s car disappeared into the distance, unable to believe what had just happened.
Her proud fiancé—who had played the piano with her just yesterday, promising to marry her within the year, to cherish her as his little princess forever—had just looked at her with such cold indifference, abandoning her without a second thought.
On the third-floor balcony, Sangning leaned against the railing, having watched the entire spectacle of dogs biting dogs.
As Nan Siya’s lonely figure stood abandoned, Sangning’s long lashes fluttered slightly, her head tilting.
She did look rather pitiful.
But there would be even more pitiful moments to come.
A faint smile curved Sangning’s lips as she turned and left the balcony.
Returning to her room, she followed her usual routine—drawing a bath first.
Sinking into the warm water, she covered herself in bubbles and reached for her phone, ready to browse as usual.
But the moment she unlocked it, she noticed the notification at the bottom:
Missed calls: 12
She had deliberately silenced her phone earlier, not wanting any interruptions.
Who could have called her so many times?
Curious, she tapped the notification—and saw the name glaring back at her in bold red:
He Siyu.
Checking the timestamps, she realized the calls had all come in rapid succession while she was at the InterContinental Hotel.
Her eyes flickered as she recalled how disheveled he had looked when she ran into him at the hotel.
So… he had rushed there for her?
A knowing glint flashed in her eyes.
The phone rang again, and she glanced down to see Ji Yan's name flashing on the screen.
She answered the call.
"So? How did it go? Did everything go smoothly with your parents? Did they buy it? And did Chen Zhihan come after you?"
Nan Sangning smiled faintly. "Everything went according to plan."
A sigh of relief came from the other end. "Good. I mean, with how thorough you were, of course there wouldn’t be any issues."
Ji Yan paused, then added cautiously, "But you’d better think of a way to make it up to He Siyu. He’s got a terrible temper and holds grudges like no one else. He hates being used, and now that he knows you leveraged him to mess with Chen Zhihan, he’s definitely furious. Given the He Family’s influence, if you don’t get his forgiveness, he might make your life hell."
Nan Sangning, however, replied with calm assurance. "No need."
"Huh?"
Her lips curved slightly, her clear, glass-like eyes reflecting quiet confidence. "President He is broad-minded. He’ll forgive me."
