Chapter 47 09.16/This is the second update. You and my brother are really a perfect match. ...

The garden was empty and quiet; the orchestra had finished their performance long ago and left.

The lake not far away was silent, with a breeze blowing, causing subtle ripples. The swans wore beautiful decorative wreaths around their necks.

The entire huge back garden is decorated very stylishly, but at the moment, it is really deserted.

Fan Tingnian had been sitting in the rocking chair on the lawn for five hours.

The man was wearing a crisp white shirt with the top button fastened in a restrained manner. He also wore a watch studded with diamonds. His temperament was as elegant and noble as the moonlight at that moment.

He rested his right arm on the armrest at one side, supporting his temples, his face calm and composed, as he stared quietly at the occasionally undulating lake surface in front of him.

Banting arrived in Milan this afternoon.

Although he had been staying in the country for official business, he was Fan Tingnian's confidant, so he knew something about the situation in Italy.

After arriving this afternoon, Manager Yang also told him some other things he didn't understand, and reported everything to him in detail. Afterwards, he came to the garden to find Fan Tingnian, and from then on, he stood with him on the lawn until now.

Since he came here, he has been standing on the lawn for three hours.

Seeing Fan Tingnian once again raise his wrist to glance at his watch, his eyes landing on the phone in his left hand, Wan Ting couldn't help but step forward and said, "Master Nan Ling has finished the physical examination and should be taking Miss Chu Song away."

Fan Tingnian's left hand hung on his knee, and the screen of his mobile phone was on, frozen on the top dialog box.

Hearing Wan Ting's words, the man raised his eyes, but there was still no emotion in his eyes. He just moved his body, changed the position of supporting his head to the side, and said lightly: "She said she would come back."

After a moment, his tone was mixed with a hint of subtle disappointment: "She told me to wait for her."

The spherical lights on the lawn cast soft light, dim and clear, adding a touch of softness to the gloomy and silent atmosphere at this time.

Wan Ting took a deep breath and tried to dissuade her again: "Miss Chu Song must have just lied to you to buy time."

After a long moment, the man leaning against the seat calmed down, his expression still as calm as ever as he gazed at the lake: "Why would lovers lie to each other?"

Wan Ting, with his hair mostly white and dressed in a black suit, bowed his head slightly in thought before explaining this behavior: "It's not really deception. Sometimes, to achieve a goal, humans will choose white lies."

The expression in the man's eyes changed slightly, as if he understood, but didn't want to understand.

After a brief moment of concentration, he said lightly: "I don't like it very much."

The man in front of him spoke in a calm tone, but Wan Ting had been with him for so long that he could clearly feel that he was angry.

And Wan Ting had never seen him so angry.

His emotions have always been calm, rarely experiencing major ups and downs. Whether it's anger, rage, or disgust, these negative emotions have almost never appeared on him.

"Sir," Wan Ting took a half step forward, trying to resolve the current tricky situation, but his words were interrupted by someone walking up from behind him.

Steward Yang came hurriedly from a nearby direction. He took a breath and first glanced at Wan Ting, then bent down and bowed to Fan Tingnian: "Young Master."

The man in the wicker chair looked over.

Although he had anticipated this outcome, Manager Yang still took a deep breath, feeling that it would be difficult to speak out what he was about to say: "They are indeed gone. The plane just took off, and it is confirmed that Miss Chu Song is on board."

An emotion that no one else could see appeared in the man's eyes, a faint emotion, yet seemingly unpredictable and turbulent.

He waved his hand, signaling the people around him to leave: "Yeah."

After receiving the instructions, Manager Yang bowed and took his leave first, but Wan Ting stood diagonally behind Fan Tingnian and did not leave.

The man lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the phone in his left hand. He pressed the screen with his fingertips, sliding it up and down. After a few seconds, he tapped the phone's frame with his index finger and said slowly, in a very low voice, "You lied to me again."

"Liar, I believe you every time."

He raised his eyes and stared at the lake for a moment, then lowered them again, his thumb pressing on the keyboard, wanting to send a message.

But within seconds, a red exclamation mark, which normally wouldn't appear, appeared in front of the message he sent - he was blocked.

Wan Ting stood diagonally behind him and could see all the information on his screen.

Fan Tingnian stared at his phone for a long time, and suddenly raised his lips. Compared with his usual dull expression, his face finally showed an expression similar to that of other ordinary people, mixed with a slightly cold breath. He was so angry that he laughed.

"When will Nanling's training camp end?"

"Early next month." Wan Ting replied.

"What about the next game?"

"In two months."

"Stop his financial support. From the end of training camp until the next competition, have two people follow him at all times. He's not allowed to leave his apartment except for classes."

Wan Ting nodded: "Okay."

"All cars are banned, and his use of private jets is suspended until he comes back to see me after the next race."

Wan Ting responded again: "Okay."

After saying this, Wan Ting raised his head and looked at Fan Tingnian.

The man's profile was shrouded in a clear yellow light. He seemed to be still confused by the deception he had just suffered, but he did not appear gentle.

Wan Ting paused for a moment, then lowered his head and asked, "Then Miss Chu Song..."

Nan Ling's matter has been dealt with, and the next one will definitely be Chu Song. He doesn't think Fan Tingnian will "let Chu Song go".

The man returned to the posture of supporting his head with his right hand: "Is she working in the art gallery in North City?"

"Yes." Wan Ting responded.

"Which one?" Fan Tingnian asked.

Before Chu Song joined the company, it was clearly written on the resume he submitted. Wan Ting recalled it and gave an accurate name.

Fan Tingnian's grandparents live in Beicheng. Although Fan Tingnian's father has passed away, the Fan family is still a powerful circle in Beicheng, and the Fan family's industries are spread all over the country. Fan Tingnian's mother's family's related art industry investments also cover many companies in Beicheng, and have cooperation with many art galleries and museums.

Although Chu Song resigned, she had said before coming to Italy that she wanted to return to her job and find an opportunity to report her boss because of the incident with her boss.

Fan Tingnian: "I screened the relevant cooperation between this art museum and all government agencies and art enterprises, took over two important cooperative projects, and became an investor."

After Fan Tingnian finished speaking, he turned his eyes to look at Wan Ting and asked, "Do you know where she lives?"

Wan Ting nodded and said that before hiring Chu Song, they had conducted a very detailed background check.

Fan Tingnian said calmly, "Buy the upstairs and downstairs of the house where she lives, as well as all the houses on the same floor."

Wan Ting wanted to dissuade her: "Ms. Chu Song is probably renting a house. If you do this, she can rent another house..."

"Then change whichever one you want, and buy the upper and lower floors of that unit, as well as the units on the same floor."

Wan Ting's words were interrupted. He pursed his lips and thought for two seconds. He still felt that this was too much trouble. He tried to persuade Fan Tingnian: "Why do you have to..."

The man's brows showed a hint of impatience: "I don't like my fiancée living on the same floor with other people."

Fan Tingnian looked over and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Although Wan Ting felt that his behavior was a bit too neurotic, he couldn't say anything and bowed: "No, sir."

Fan Tingnian's brows relaxed, and after a moment, he gave a brief instruction: "Then do it this way."

......

It was already 11:30 when the plane landed in London. There was only one flight from London to China at night, which was around 12:30.

On the plane, Nan Ling agreed to Chu Song's request and helped her book this domestic flight.

When the flight information was sent to his mobile phone, Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief and was very grateful. He politely said several words of thanks to Nan Ling.

The boy seemed a little flattered and looked very uncomfortable. He carried his training bag on his back and walked her to the boarding gate with his hands in his pockets, looking lazy.

"You don't want money?" He raised his eyebrows.

He no longer tried to put on a bright and cheerful expression; his every move was more ruffian-like, a true bad boy.

Chu Song shook his head and gestured to his wallet in his right hand: "I took a few, it's enough."

Nan Ling handed her the wallet with 10,000 euros in it. She only took a few bills from it, took about 500 euros, and returned the rest to Nan Ling.

Nan Ling felt that what she did was unnecessary, and he didn't care about the money.

Chu Song ignored him and said seriously, "I'll be back in China after this flight. I won't need any more money. This is enough for an emergency."

Nan Ling also doesn't have the habit of forcing money on others after being rejected.

The one with that problem is his brother, and his brother only has that problem towards Chu Song.

He took back the wallet he had handed over and shrugged: "Forget it, good luck."

Chu Song frowned and looked at him, feeling that his blessing was very unlucky, as if something was going to happen.

Nan Ling curled her lips: "You are so superstitious, just like my mother."

"A long time ago, my mother even went to a temple in China to pray for red ropes for my brother and me for peace."

Chu Song thought of the red string on his wrist. She lowered her eyes and pointed to his right wrist: "The one you wear on your wrist?"

Nan Ling didn't care: "Yes, I think it's useless."

"You think it's useless, but you still wear it?" Chu Song couldn't help but reply.

"..." Nan Ling's expression looked a little speechless. Two seconds later, he said something in Italian that she couldn't understand.

Chu Song frowned slightly. The translator beside Nan Ling smiled and whispered to her, "He said you and his brother are a perfect match. You're not nice to him."

When Chu Song heard Fan Tingnian, she couldn't help but sweat on the back of her neck. Just now on the plane, because of Nan Ling's words, she repeatedly read the messages between her and Fan Tingnian.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she suddenly realized that Fan Tingnian seemed to know something.

She put her thoughts away, put on the backpack in her right hand, waved goodbye to the people in front of her, and turned to walk towards the boarding point.

I've passed security and arrived at the gate, but this is London, not Milan.

At least he won't catch me again before I return home.

And after returning home... Chu Song shook his head and didn't want to think about it anymore. Milan was so far away from North City, he probably wouldn't chase her. Even if he did, as long as she hid well, he wouldn't be able to find her.

In short, let's avoid him for the time being. She felt that Fan Tingnian seemed very angry.

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The author has something to say: I’m here, I’m late, I’ll give you a red envelope [starry eyes]