After sending, turn off the screen.

Regardless of the facts, we must seize the initiative first.

If she shows any mercy when dealing with Qin Yuchuan and Song Ningxue, then only an endless abyss awaits her.

As for Song Ningxue...

Song Nuan was troubled; if she really got involved with Windsor, it would be another problem.

She opened Baidu and searched for Wen Hua. The information only showed that he was the CEO of a certain company, and the introduction was only a few words long, not even enough to fill a page.

This is very unusual.

Anyone who can negotiate a collaboration with Li Jingchen can't be some unknown nobody.

The fact that the information could be hidden so deeply speaks volumes.

After thinking for a moment, Song Nuan messaged Xiaoyue, "Xiaoyue, are you free tomorrow? Would you like to come over for dinner?"

'OK. '

Xiaoyue replied very quickly.

Song Nuan had not received a reply from Qin Yuchuan by the time she went to bed.

There is a time difference between China and other countries. It is daytime in China now, and several hours have passed since she sent the message. Even if Qin Yuchuan is busy, it is impossible for him not to check his phone.

It seems he doesn't want to reply to her.

Song Nuanxin understood. She didn't like to force things, and anyway, she had already achieved her goal of warning.

As for whether Qin Yuchuan saw the message or replied, she couldn't be bothered to care. After exiting WeChat, she switched to the SMS interface and found a string of unknown numbers without any contact names.

This is the private investigator she recently hired.

Ask him to help find the whereabouts of Lei Miao, Du Fanyu's former nanny.

'Any progress?'

Not yet, boss.

The reply I received was the same five words as before.

Disappointed, Song Nuan turned off her phone and buried herself in the quilt. The warmth enveloped her, but her heart felt empty and cold, filled with an indescribable sense of melancholy.

The next morning at ten o'clock, Song Nuan's biological clock woke her up on time.

Xiaoyue arrived around the same time.

She didn't come empty-handed; she bought a lot of things, piling them up on the kitchen table. "Sister Song Nuan, I bought some hot pot ingredients. How about we have hot pot?"

Winter is indeed a great time for hot pot.

Song Nuan originally wanted to find out information from her, and hot pot was a perfect place to chat without seeming abrupt.

She readily agreed.

"We don't have a pot at home, I'll buy one now."

The food delivery industry in Country A is not well-developed. After Song Nuan placed an order, she saw that it would take about two hours to arrive, so she canceled the order.

Xiaoyue guessed and said, "I have a friend who is studying abroad and she has a pot. I'll go to her to borrow one."

Is she around here?

"It's not far, about five kilometers away," Xiaoyue said with a smile. "It's not very far, I'll ride my bike there."

It was cold outside, and Song Nuan couldn't let her go out into the wind and freeze for a pot. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You drive there. I'll go get the keys later."

She doesn't have a car.

But Li Jingchen has it.

Although he arrived by helicopter, he drove home from school that day.

Not finding anyone in the second bedroom, Song Nuan went straight to the study.

Pushing open the door, the man sat in an ergonomic chair, his left hand supporting his head, looking casual and relaxed. Only a few documents and a computer on the table showed signs of work.

"Li Jingchen".

Hearing the sound, he looked up at her, his eyes asking what was wrong.

Where are the car keys?

Li Jingchen glanced at the computer screen, then asked her, "Are you going out? Where to?"

"Oh, Xiaoyue is coming over for dinner today, but we don't have a pot. She's going to her friend's house to get one."

He raised an eyebrow, his hands crossed on his lap. "So you're going to let her drive my car?"

There's no need to say anything; his disapproval is written all over his face.

The car keys were placed next to his computer.

When Song Nuan saw it, she reached out to take it, but Li Jingchen was faster. In the blink of an eye, he had the car keys in his hand, with an expression that said he wouldn't give them up.

Song Nuan was furious. "Aren't you being too petty?"

"hiss--"

Suddenly, a gasp of cold air rang out; it was very soft, but Song Nuan still heard it.

She thought it was the sound of the wind.

Li Jingchen glanced indifferently at the computer screen.

On the screen, the senior executives of the Li Group were all dumbfounded. When they received Li Jingchen's gaze, some turned their heads away, while others lost focus. Only Lin Xuan remained as steady as Mount Tai.

"President Li, shall we cancel the meeting?"

"Need not."

Song Nuan didn't know he was talking to Lin Xuan. "What do you mean she doesn't need to? It's so cold, we can't let her ride her bicycle there."

Li Jingchen took off his Bluetooth headset.

“I won’t let any woman other than you drive my car, even if you agree. Don’t forget who yelled at me last time, saying I was picking up girls.”

"..."

When the old story was brought up again, Song Nuan was surprised that he would bring up old grievances again.

She was speechless, unable to find a rebuttal.

After holding it in for a while, Song Nuan said angrily, "Then you shouldn't eat later."

Lin Xuan on the other end of the computer: "?"

Is this something he can hear?

Li Jingchen was helpless. He couldn't lend the car, but the problem couldn't be left unresolved. "Where can we get it? I'll have someone go get it for us."

"Have someone come and pick up Xiaoyue, let's go get it together."

He gave a soft "hmm," picked up his phone, and texted someone. After sending the message, he looked up and said, "I'll come pick her up in five minutes. Tell her to wait outside."

Song Nuan left.

The door closed, and he gave a helpless tug at the corner of his lips. He picked up his headphones again, his thin lips slightly parted, and said, "Let's continue the meeting."

Meanwhile, in China, at the Li family villa.

The maid was giving Jiang Jieting a hand treatment, and her phone was on the table, constantly vibrating.

"Wait a moment."

The maid immediately stopped and washed her hands clean.

Picking up her phone and swiping to unlock the screen, a barrage of messages rushed into Jiang Jieting's view.

She read through them one by one, then narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Just then, a phone call came in, "President Jiang, I heard that in the meeting just now..."

"I know." She interrupted the man with a slight upturn of her red lips, her cold voice and gentle tone somewhat incongruous. "Send someone to investigate whether it's that Nuannuan."

"Understood, I'll send someone to investigate right away."

Where is he now?

“In Country A, there are reports that he was seen having dinner with Wen Hua from the Wen family.”

The Wen family?

She remembered that the Wen family had been driven abroad by the Du family.

Almost no one remembers that past event now. The incident caused quite a stir back then, but the major families joined forces to block the news, and few people who knew the truth stayed in Liangcheng.

She found out by sheer luck.

Jiang Jieting remained silent for a moment, then silently raised the corners of her lips, not taking it to heart. "Let him be. The important thing is to investigate that woman's background first. If she's not someone with a powerful background, then there's no need to tell me."

The maid asked, "Madam, shall we continue?"

"No need."

She waved, got up, went upstairs to change her clothes, and prepared to go shopping.

Regardless of the circumstances, she was Li Jingchen's first publicly acknowledged woman, so she still had to put on a show and at least send a gift.

What should I give as a gift?

Giving gifts isn't difficult for wealthy wives; the difficulty lies in the fact that Jiang Jieting doesn't yet know what kind of woman she is. If she's a girl without a background, that would be best.