Windsor laughed, her eyes full of sarcasm. "Serious business? It's holiday time, the teachers aren't at school, what serious business could you possibly have? Is it Ouyang Chengyi who asked you to go back and help her with her exams?"

"Windsor, can you please stop interfering in my life?"

Jiang Xu roared, his handsome face filled with disgust, "You invited me to dinner, and all I got was for you to belittle Cheng Yi to an outsider. Okay, that's your prerogative. I've eaten. What else do you want?"

"Which of my words wronged her?"

Windsor poked his shoulder hard, and Jiang Xu was forced to back away.

"Jiang Xu, are you shameless? You weren't satisfied with being played and deceived by her? The moment she beckons, you can't wait to fawn over her. Do you think there aren't enough people making fun of you?"

Windsor has a much better temper than Ouyang Chengyi.

At least in front of Jiang Xu, she has always presented herself as a very well-mannered person.

That's why her words struck Jiang Xu's pride even harder.

His face turned pale and then red, and he glared at Windsor without saying a word as he strode past her and left.

Windsor was so angry that she made a snowball and threw it at him.

Jiang Xu was hit, but he did not stop.

"Hello, is this the car you called?" The taxi stopped in front of Song Nuan.

She looked away, opened the car door, and bent down to sit in the back seat.

That day at school, Windsor denied having a romantic relationship with Jiang Xu, but now it seems that Windsor was lying.

She does indeed like Jiang Xu.

It's still the same old story of unrequited love.

Song Nuan smiled, treating it as a performance and not taking it to heart. As far as she was concerned, after that day's events, she and Windsor would never cross paths again, and neither would Jiang Xu.

My phone suddenly vibrated twice.

It was a photo that Xu Yiran sent her.

Song Ningxue left the hotel and changed her clothes, but she was alone; Qin Yuchuan was still in the hotel.

Song Nuan smiled and, following Qin Yuchuan's approach, sent him the photos.

Almost immediately, Qin Yuchuan called.

She didn't think there was anything to say between them directly. Sending photos was just to annoy him, just like the day he threatened her with the photos he had secretly taken of her.

So Song Nuan hung up immediately.

Qin Yuchuan continued to fight.

After repeating this several times, Song Nuan frowned in frustration and turned off her phone.

When she got home, Song Nuan instinctively reached for the password, but then suddenly realized that she had just changed the locks and needed a key to open the door.

Her hand reached into her bag, and her face froze—

She left without her keys!

She soon discovered that the suitcase she had left by the door was missing. She didn't know if Li Jingchen had come back and taken it, or if a passerby had taken it.

In short, neither situation is very optimistic.

She restarted her phone, but before she could even enter her unlock password, Qin Yuchuan called again.

It's like a death knell.

Song Nuan answered the call, "Qin Yuchuan, you'd better really have something important to say."

"You sent someone to follow me?"

"Stalking?" Song Nuan sneered. "I'm not as free as you. It just so happens that you and Song Ningxue were spotted by my friend at the hotel, and it just so happens that you were photographed."

Qin Yuchuan held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes dim.

He was still in the hotel, sitting in the spot where he and Song Ningxue had recently been intimate, the air still thick with the scent of their passionate lovemaking.

“I came here on a business trip. The project was introduced by Ningxue. She came too. We didn’t do anything.”

He flicked his cigarette, got up and went to open the window, whether to get rid of the smoke or the lingering scent of passion in the room, it was unclear.

"Who asked you?"

"I'm just explaining to you that you sent me this photo because you wanted to imply that Ningxue and I have something going on, right?"

Qin Yuchuan's tone was very calm, "Don't worry, since I said I'd break up with her, I'll cut ties completely. Song Nuan, I won't make the same mistake twice."

Song Nuan smiled gently.

Did he think she was still the same naive and easily fooled Song Nuan?

"Whether or not you had sex today, it doesn't change the fact that you did and she got pregnant."

Qin Yuchuan frowned slightly. "The past is the past. Why do you insist on conflating the two? Isn't it enough for me to remain loyal to you now and in the future?"

Your promises are worthless.

Qin Yuchuan stubbed out his cigarette sharply, his face almost expressionless.

He opened the door, and Zheng Siyuan was still waiting outside. "Go buy some birth control pills."

"OK."

Zheng Siyuan was used to it; as an assistant, he knew exactly what to ask and what not to ask.

After receiving the birth control pills, Qin Yuchuan knocked on Song Ningxue's bedroom door. She had just gone out to buy some underwear and returned shortly after. She was about to take a shower when Qin Yuchuan arrived.

After their affair, Qin Yuchuan took the initiative to come to her door, making it hard for Song Ningxue not to overthink things.

She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed. "Brother Chuan, what's wrong?"

Qin Yuchuan tossed the medicine to her, saying, "Take it."

Just as she was wondering what kind of medicine it was, Song Ningxue's expression changed instantly when she opened it and saw that it was a birth control pill. "Brother Chuan, didn't you wear a condom...?"

"Take the medicine, it's safer."

"..."

Qin Yuchuan watched her take the birth control pill before turning and leaving.

Song Ningxue absolutely cannot get pregnant. As long as she is not pregnant, everything will be fine with Song Nuan.

Song Nuan didn't care whether they had caused anyone's death.

As darkness fell, she grew increasingly cold. The locksmith was still on his way, saying he would arrive in about an hour.

Song Nuanxin was heartbroken.

Unfortunately, neither of the neighbors was home, and no one answered the door no matter how much I knocked.

After waiting a while, Song Nuan received a call from the locksmith, thinking he was about to arrive. However, he said, "Sorry, I'm hungry. I'll go home and eat first."

Song Nuan: "..."

"Master, could you come over and help me pick the lock? What would you like to eat? I'll buy it for you."

The master said, "I'm home now."

Song Nuan rolled her eyes and almost couldn't catch her breath.

There was nothing she could do; no matter how much she pleaded, the driver refused to come. She even offered him three thousand yuan, but he remained unmoved by the money, insisting on eating at home before coming.

By the time he finished eating, Song Nuan would have already frozen to death at the door.

"What, you don't have a key either?"

Suddenly, a deep, cold voice rang out from above.

Song Nuan looked up abruptly and screamed when she saw Li Jingchen's face. She stumbled and fell to the ground. "Y-you, what are you doing here?"

How did I get here?

His lips twitched slightly, as if in a mocking smile. "You threw my things out, so why shouldn't I come back for my luggage?"

Song Nuan's face turned pale and then bluish.

This is bad. Although there's no way to explain what she did, Song Nuan was still a little embarrassed to be called out to her face.

"stand up."

He reached out his hand to her.

Song Nuan hesitated before placing her hand on it.

A bone-chilling cold instantly spread through Li Jingchen's palm. He frowned slightly and tightened his grip on Song Nuan's hand. "Why are your hands so cold?"

"Really? It's alright."

Actually, she was so cold that she was almost unconscious.