“Huh? Ahh!”
Early in the morning, Nan Zhengde's voice rang out from Commoner Residence.
Feng Wan rushed into the study room. “What's wrong? Is your incision hurting? I told you not to get up so early to practice calligraphy!”
But when she had taken a closer look, she noticed something amiss. Nan Zhengde did not seem to be in pain.
That aside, he was not practicing calligraphy. Instead, he was looking at his phone.
More accurately speaking, he was shrieking while doing so.
Even when she had come in and asked him what had happened, the man remained oblivious, still staring at his phone in all seriousness.
Sheer exasperation swamped her.
Since Dabao taught him how to go on Weibo to watch videos, he has gotten obsessed. Even at mealtimes, he places his phone on the table, watching videos as he eats. He woke up at the crack of dawn this morning, and I thought he intended to practice calligraphy as usual, but he turned out to be watching videos! Is he now a web addict?
Feng Wan slammed her hand onto the table. “Darling! Have you lost your mind?”
Only then did Nan Zhengde snap back to reality. He beckoned at her. “Come here!”
Feng Wan walked over. “What is it? Are you possessed?”
“Look, isn't this Ning Ran? I saw her on Weibo! Why does she look like she has just gotten out of bed? There's a crowd surrounding her.”
Feng Wan's interest was piqued when she caught sight of Ning Ran. She snatched the phone from her husband.
“Wow, she's simply photogenic. Even casually dressed, she's still beautiful,” she praised.
“Look at this.”
Snatching his phone back, Nan Zhengde swiped to another photo. It was of Nan Chen walking away while holding Ning Ran's hand.
“It's Nan Chen! Ning Ran went to pick him up?” Feng Wan again snatched the phone from him. “Gosh, they're both so striking! Now, I feel they're a match made in heaven when they stand side by side!”
“I think so, too. That's why I've decided to agree to their marriage,” Nan Zhengde seconded.
“Hadn't you been hesitant in the past, unwilling to agree? Didn't you say that Ning Ran is an artist and not only is such a profession unreliable but also affects the family's reputation adversely? But this time, the matter of you taking ill would've been troublesome if it weren't for the fact that she's a celebrity. It was merely a piece of cake for her. All she did was take a video and upload it to that Weiber or something, and that's it!” Feng Wan declared.
“It's not Weiber but Weibo!” Nan Zhengde corrected.
“Yes, yes, that's right! It's Weibo! I now think it's pretty good that Ning Ran is a celebrity. Furthermore, it's modern society at present. Why are we still discriminating against others because of their professions? In the past, those who did business were lambasted as capitalists, but they're now known as entrepreneurs. Back then, artists were degraded as entertainers, but that has also changed. Times are changing, and we should also follow the tide!”
Following Feng Wan's speech, admiration was written all over Nan Zhengde's face.
“When did your thinking become so advanced? Besides, your reasoning is impressive. I never knew this!”
Feng Wan had smugness etched across her features. “But of course! Haven't I always been your mentor in life?”
As the elderly couple joked among themselves, the housekeeper came to tell them that breakfast was ready and Nan Chen had come over.
Having arrived very much earlier, Nan Chen and Ning Ran were already waiting in the dining room.
“Are you feeling better now, Grandpa? Does it still hurt?” Nan Chen went over and supported Nan Zhengde.
“I'm much better, perfectly fine now. Did things go smoothly this time?”
“Yes. I met with the finance ministers of a few countries and negotiated for some investments in the preliminary stage. As for the detailed collaboration, the team will continue following up on things.”
“That's great. Quick, take a seat and have breakfast.”
“I touched down late last night and was worried that you'd gone to bed, so I didn't come over,” Nan Chen explained.
“I understand. It must have been tiring for you. I saw you on Weibo,” Nan Zhengde replied.
Both Ning Ran and Nan Chen were slightly shocked. “You're on Weibo?”
“Yeah, Dabao taught me. He even registered an account for me. I'm about to publish the first Weibo post in my life,” Nan Zhengde crowed smugly.
“Wow, how incredible, Mr. Nan! You've become trendy now!” Ning Ran complimented.
“Stop praising him. He's beyond obsessed! He scrolled through his phone until late at night yesterday and refused to sleep no matter what. And today, he woke up at the crack of dawn. I thought he wanted to practice calligraphy, but unexpectedly, he was on his phone again. When he came across your photo, he even shrieked like a kid. If this were to continue, I think we might need to send him to a rehab center for web addicts!” Feng Wan interjected.
Dipping her head, Ning Ran giggled.
She simply could not help it as it was too amusing.
Even the corners of Nan Chen's mouth lifted a fraction. To him, that was already a guffaw.
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