Stepping out of the Song family's gate, Song Nuan took a serious look at the building in front of her for the first time.

From this moment forward, the Song family belongs to her.

The corners of his lips unconsciously curved upwards.

She was looking at the tall buildings, and the man beside her was looking at her.

Seeing her smile, Li Jingchen couldn't help but smile too. The next step after inheriting the Song family business was to divorce Qin Yuchuan. After the divorce, he could stand openly by her side.

As her boyfriend.

Both of them were in a good mood.

"Are you free today?" Song Nuan asked.

"how?"

"I'll treat you to a meal."

To be fair, she was fortunate to have Li Jingchen by her side to help her along the way; otherwise, her path would have been a thousand times more difficult than it is now.

Li Jingchen could see through her intentions in making this suggestion, and raised an eyebrow, "Just a meal?"

"Then...?"

"If this is how you express your gratitude, then I refuse."

Song Nuan pouted. "So you've picked on her?"

She gave an "oh," not wanting to indulge him, turned around and got into the back seat of the car, rolled down the window, and smiled at him: "If you don't want to, that's fine. Please take me back to the villa, Mr. Li."

The man chuckled and drove her home.

For several days in a row, Song Nuan was looking at Song's project proposals and financial reports from the past few years.

The situation was worse than she had anticipated.

"Song Nuan, you're still awake?" Xu Yiran stood on the stairs, rubbing her eyes as she looked at her, still half asleep.

"You were going to sleep after watching it, why did you wake up?"

"I woke up hungry and thought I'd get up to find something to eat." She took a piece of bread from the refrigerator and sat down next to Song Nuan. "You've been watching for several nights now, haven't you finished yet?"

Song Nuan hummed in agreement.

Xu Yiran could tell that she was very tired; her eyes were almost lifeless, and the dark circles under her eyes were getting worse every day.

She looked haggard everywhere.

She's only been in charge of the Song family for a few days and she's already like this. How can her body handle the long term to come?

"Are you hungry? Shall I cook some noodles?"

"good."

Xu Yiran opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Song Nuan engrossed in flipping through documents, she had no choice but to swallow her words and obediently go into the kitchen to make a late-night snack.

Soon, the aroma wafted out.

Xu Yiran brought two bowls of noodles to the living room and placed them on the table.

After taking a bite, Song Nuan's eyes flashed with surprise. She gave a thumbs up and praised, "Your cooking skills have improved."

“That’s right.” Xu Yiran said proudly. Her cooking skills had improved more and more during her time living alone.

But no matter how delicious the noodles were, Song Nuan only ate a few bites.

She had almost no appetite, or rather, no time to savor the food. Although she kept stuffing noodles into her mouth, her eyes remained fixed on the computer screen.

"Let's eat first and then see."

"It's okay, this saves time."

Xu Yiran: "..."

Not knowing what to say, she scratched the back of her head and sat quietly to the side.

As drowsiness gradually crept in, Xu Yiran curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already 10 a.m. the next day.

The person opposite her was still Song Nuan.

Apart from the documents on the table being moved, nothing else has changed.

"Song Nuan, you didn't sleep all night?"

"I took a nap in the early morning."

"you……"

"Yiran." As if guessing what she was going to say, Song Nuan interrupted her, looked up at her, and said, "The Song family has just been handed over to me, and there absolutely cannot be any problems at this moment."

The project had many problems, and it wasn't hard to guess that Song Zhiren was behind them.

Knowing that the company couldn't compete with her, they resorted to underhanded tactics, taking on so many problematic projects at the last minute to plant seeds of trouble, so that they would explode after she took office. Then, Song Zhiren could use public opinion to force her to return the company.

She had already promised Song Zhiren money and a share of the profits, so there was really no need for him to come up with such a wicked idea.

She couldn't think of any other possibility besides Zhou Min and her son instigating it.

"But what if you get sick if you keep going like this?"

No, it won't.

She pointed to the few remaining project proposals and contracts on the table, "I can finish reviewing these today, organize them, and hand them over to Fang Yu for processing, then I can get some rest."

Xu Yiran asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Really, so you're letting me handle this quietly by myself now, so that I can get some rest sooner."

“Okay.” Her reasoning was sound, and Xu Yiran was convinced and stopped bothering her.

Back upstairs, Xu Yiran couldn't resist dialing a number.

It took a long time to get through.

"Hello."

"Are you Li Jingchen?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jingchen took the phone, glanced at the screen, and saw that the contact name was indeed Xu Yiran. Could it be that Song Nuan had told Xu Yiran his true identity?

The doubt lasted only a second before he asked calmly, "What is it?"

Xu Yiran felt inexplicably nervous.

I used to think he was just a male bar hostess, and he always looked like a green tea b*tch. Now that I know he's Li Jingchen, I'm actually a little scared of him.

Seeing that she remained silent, Li Jingchen had no choice but to ask, "Is something wrong with Song Nuan?"

"Hmm." Xu Yiran's voice was muffled. "She's been busy with Song's business these past few days. It seems the group is in big trouble. She didn't sleep all night last night. I'm afraid something might happen to her if this continues."

The man on the other end of the phone didn't speak.

Xu Yiran continued, "Aren't you the president of the Li Group? Can you help her?"

"Is this Song Nuan's idea?"

"...If not, you're not going to help?"

Xu Yiran stomped her feet in frustration, terrified of hearing him reply, "Don't you like Song Nuan? You have no sense at all. She's so strong-willed, she definitely won't ask you for help. Of course you should take the initiative to help her."

"You know she has a strong personality."

The man's voice was indifferent, with a hint of coldness, "Unless she's desperate, she doesn't like others to give her handouts."

"you!"

Xu Yiran was furious. "Just you wait. Qin Yuchuan hasn't given up on her yet. Once someone else beats him to it, you'll know what regret means."

After saying that, she angrily hung up the phone.

What a load of bullshit! The title of "Young Master of Liangcheng" and "President of the Li Group" sounds impressive, but it's completely useless. No wonder he can't win over Song Nuan.

She would never agree to Song Nuan being with such a cold and heartless man!

Song Nuan was just going upstairs to the study to get a USB drive when she heard the noise and knocked on Xu Yiran's door.

"Yiran, who are you talking to?"

"It's okay." She opened the door, smiling. "I'm going to work now. Remember to rest."

"Okay."

Not long after Xu Yiran left, the villa doorbell rang.

Song Nuan got up to open the door. "Yi Ran, did you leave something at home again... Why is it you?"

Standing outside the door was Li Jingchen.

Today he was wearing a leather jacket and straight-leg, slightly wide trousers, which made his leg proportions even more obvious, giving him a somewhat unruly and youthful vibe.

all in all--

handsome!

"Have you not slept for days?" Li Jingchen pinched her chin and lifted it, so the sunlight shone directly on her face.

My once flawless skin has developed some imperfections due to several consecutive nights of staying up late.

Especially those dark circles under her eyes.