Chapter 54 09.20/It is the second update and there is no drug.

The night was too quiet. Fan Tingnian's slippers made a "tapping" sound as they stepped on the floor. He blocked her against the wall next to the bedroom.

The canvas bag on Chu Song's shoulder fell and hit the floor with a dull sound.

He was much taller than her, and at such a close distance, he could only look down at her.

After looking at her for a while, he lowered his head and kissed her. When his lips were about to touch her, Chu Song turned his head away in panic.

Fan Tingnian pinched her chin and pulled her back. He rested his right hand on the wall behind her and looked at her closely: "Don't want to?"

Chu Song tilted his head to one side, with a somewhat unhappy expression on his face. His chest rose and fell, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

God knows she was almost scared to death when the table lamp suddenly came on in the dark living room, and there was a person sitting where the light was on.

Fan Tingnian began to touch her again, rubbing his fingers on her face, then lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose.

Moving down further, the kiss was about to land on her lips, but Chu Song turned her head away.

His cell phone rang at this moment. He took a look, picked it up and put it to his ear.

There is a six-hour time difference between Italy and Beijing time. It is seven o'clock in the evening now.

The other party mumbled a few words in Italian on the phone, and the last sentence was in Chinese, asking Fan Tingnian how he would decide on this matter.

"Busy." He replied casually.

The other party didn't seem to expect such an answer: "Sir..."

Fan Tingnian frowned and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

After the call ended, he finally lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Chu Song was too short compared to him, and he lifted her chin up to make her look taller. This action did not satisfy the kiss, so he could only pick her up and push her against the wall.

His broad back completely covered her, and from behind she could only see the slender legs hanging around his waist.

Chu Song was breathing slowly, and despite being frightened, he still had some breath in his heart. He pushed him against his shoulders, but the man locked his wrists and pressed him down on his head.

After being pinned down like this, Chu Song became even angrier and struggled even harder, but Fan Tingnian twisted her wrists behind her back.

The two had a "free fight" in the corner, but it was obvious that Fan Tingnian won easily.

He carried her into his bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.

Chu Song was stunned by the kiss, his head felt dizzy, and under the impact of hormones, he inexplicably no longer felt angry.

Fan Tingnian came over, put his arm around her, and started braiding her hair in a strange way again.

The braid she had in the parking lot was still there, and now she had two crooked braids in her hair.

After Fan Tingnian finished his story, he stepped back, took a look at her, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Behind her head, Chu Song couldn't see it at all. She was still angry. She turned her head to the side and said in a huffy voice, "Normally."

The man stared at her in silence. After a moment, he raised his hand to help her untie her hair. His voice was a little lower than usual: "I will practice more."

Then he lifted her up with one hand and motioned her to go to the bathroom to take a shower: "Come and sleep after you're done."

It was already half past one when Chu Song came back from taking a shower. She was very sleepy and pulled up the quilt to get in, but the person sitting on the edge of the bed grabbed her and carried her to the bathroom to blow dry her hair.

He was rigorous and serious in everything he did, blowing her hair from the roots to the tips, making sure that every strand was dry, before carrying her back and lying back on the bed.

Chu Song was so sleepy that he fell asleep soon after lying on the bed, pulling the quilt over him.

But Fan Tingnian didn't sleep. He tilted his head and looked at the person on the bed for a while, then got up and left the bedroom and went to the study next door.

Things in Italy have not been completed yet and are still being finalized, so he needs to set aside some time to hold a video conference with people there.

The video conference lasted for an hour. After he listened to the report from the other side, some things that needed to be decided by him were just decided.

Those people from the family and the group's think tank dispersed, and Wan Ting appeared on the video screen.

Fan Tingnian put on his glasses again. The study was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp on the table. The orange-yellow light scattered down, casting a yellow triangle in the air.

In the dim light, his voice was low as he instructed Wan Ting, "Security is not necessary."

After hearing this, Wan Ting hesitated for a few seconds. If he didn't let the security come, he would not be able to guarantee Fan Tingnian's safety here.

So those security guards were not there to keep an eye on Chu Song, they were simply needed.

"Sir, please consider this. It is very important for you."

"No need," the man said calmly, turning over the documents on his knees. "She'll be scared."

"Young Master," Wan Ting wanted to persuade him again.

Fan Tingnian closed the file and looked up: "Please ask the aunt who will take care of her to replace the original one."

At this point, he paused, as if he didn't often use such words: "Change to a gentle one."

"Yes, sir."

"Have you checked her family affairs?"

Wan Ting responded, transferring a document from his computer. "Her parents divorced when she was very young, and after her mother passed away, she lived with her grandparents until she was in high school. From high school all the way through college, she was neglected and ostracized by her family."

"Her father worked in engineering before he fell ill and made a lot of money, but he gave most of it to her stepmother and younger brother. She earned her living expenses by taking on manuscripts during her university years."

"Aunt Chu Jiangshui treated her well, but she was only a relative and could only help so much. She had always handled everything herself."

"Her stepmother, Zhang Yan, has harassed her repeatedly about money. Before you came to North City, you went to the art gallery where she worked and caused a scene. It was quite embarrassing."

Fan Tingnian listened quietly and placed the closed document on the table beside him.

"Use some means to buy two houses in North City and sign them under Chu Song's name. Put the 300 million yuan trust in a Swiss bank under her name as well."

Wan Ting was slightly shocked, but after two seconds, he agreed: "Okay."

After all, Fan Tingnian's relationship has taken him from Milan to London and then to Beijing, so it doesn't seem too much to give him some money.

Fan Tingnian: "Trick her stepmother into giving her some money in the form of blackmail. Afterwards, use this incident to threaten her and tell her not to contact her again. Put a few more security guards next to the art museum. If her stepmother goes there again, you should know what to do."

Wan Ting: "Okay."

After giving a few more instructions, before hanging up, Wan Ting couldn't help but suggest, "It might not be a good idea to keep Miss Chu Song locked up like this."

Fan Tingnian raised his eyes and looked through the thin lenses at Wan Ting on the other side.

His gaze was so aggressive that even Wan Ting felt his scalp tighten a little.

He said calmly: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"She doesn't agree to get married."

"If she says she likes it, she'll run away."

Wan Ting felt that his boss now looked like a resentful husband.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn."

Fan Tingnian looked at him coldly: "If you know you've made a mistake, don't say anything."

"......" Wan Ting, "Okay, sir."

The video finally ended.

It was almost three in the morning, but Fan Tingnian had no desire to sleep at all.

He sat for a while longer, using the remote control to call up some files on the display screen opposite.

The folders are arranged in alphabetical order. On the far left of the first row are some top journal papers that analyze in detail the intimate relationship between men and women. The second one to the right is some ancient Chinese texts with similar themes to the previous folder. After that are various psychology lectures, followed by some TV series and movies, almost all the famous ones from East Asia to Europe.

He stared silently for a while, clicked on the second folder, tossed the remote control in his left hand twice casually, and his eyes fell calmly on the screen.

Only the stuff here is not finished yet.

After he finishes reading it, maybe he will find a better way besides locking her up.

When she got up the next morning, she found that Fan Tingnian was not there. She first breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled up the quilt and sat up, looking around the room cautiously. She was afraid that Fan Tingnian was standing there staring at her again.

After confirming that there was really no one in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the time on the bedside table, got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When I came out of the bathroom, there was still no one in the room.

She was debating whether to go out and look for him or to use the phone on the bedside to call him first, when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

After two light knocks, the door was pushed open.

The man changed into a white shirt and stood at the door looking at her: "Want to eat? I'll take you to work at 8:30."

Chu Song looked at him for two seconds and nodded: "Yes."

She wiped away the water that had clung to her cheeks after washing it with her fingers, and walked over. When she passed Fan Tingnian, she couldn't help but tilt her head to look at him and whispered, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

The man adjusted his glasses: "No, look at something."

Fan Tingnian lives a regular life and almost never stays up late, let alone all night.

Chu Song was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask again in a low voice: "Is it something important?"

The man glanced at her sideways and said, "Yeah."

"It's very difficult, I can't learn it." He said in a cold voice.

Anything that could stump Fan Tingnian must be extremely difficult. Chu Song glanced at his expression and didn't ask any more questions.

But a moment later, she sat at the dining table and encountered another problem.

Breakfast was made by Fan Tingnian, which included porridge, eggs, bacon and bread slices.

Although the appearance was okay and the ingredients weren't bad at all, she was really afraid that Fan Tingnian might add sleeping pills or something...

"No drugs were given." The man looked at her and said.

Chu Song’s eyelids twitched again. He was too smart and too perceptive!

But she stared at the porridge in front of her, still very hesitant.

The person opposite looked at her expression and spoke again: "If you don't drink, don't go to work today."

He started scaring her again.

He stared at her eyebrows carefully, but this time he found that her eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. The fear she showed was different from the one she had shown when he scared her before. This time there was really a bit of disgust in her eyes.

He changed his tone again: "I was joking."

The slight disgust that had just arisen in Chu Song was immediately extinguished by his words, turning him into a state of confusion.

He assessed the situation and said calmly, "I'd take you to work even if you didn't drink. I saw you weren't in a good mood this morning, so I made a joke to cheer you up."

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