One sentence made Xu Yiran so angry that she felt dizzy and confused.

Only when the car engine started up, gradually receding into the distance and disappearing completely, did she angrily roar at the air: "Who do you think you are, you dog of a man, what are you so arrogant about!"

"I'll still go home with you. It's not like Song Nuan doesn't have a home!"

...

The following day at noon.

The doorbell rang, and Li Jingchen went to open the door, only to find it was another takeout delivery.

He took it with a cold face, then slammed the door shut with a bang, making the walls seem to shake.

Hearing the sound, Song Nuan came out of the room.

She went to the living room, pulled out the movable sofa, and sat down on the floor—the living room table was a low table, so if she wanted to eat in the living room, she could only sit on the floor.

Li Jingchen stood in front of her, holding the takeout, looking down at her.

"How long do you plan to keep this up?"

Since returning yesterday, she has been hiding in her room. Whenever he enters the room, she goes to the study, ostensibly to work. Although she is indeed looking at documents, Li Jingchen knows better than anyone that she is using work as an excuse to avoid him.

He made dinner, a late-night snack, and breakfast for today, but she didn't eat a single bite.

He wouldn't let her go out, so she ordered takeout.

Song Nuan reached out her hand, gesturing for him to return the takeout to her.

Her attitude was cold and indifferent, completely ignoring him. Li Jingchen couldn't stand this kind of emotional abuse.

An unnamed ghost fire was raging inside my body.

Li Jingchen's suppressed temper was on the verge of exploding. He threw the takeout into the trash can and said coldly, "I made lunch. Come to the kitchen and eat."

Song Nuan glanced at him indifferently.

It only lasted a brief second.

It was glanced at lightly before landing on the trash can.

She lifted the lid of the trash can and took out the takeout. Li Jingchen's pupils shrank, and he angrily slapped her hand away. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he yelled at her, "Song Nuan, do you have to do this?"

"What?"

She spoke, and that was the first thing she said to him that day.

There are only two words.

Li Jingchen felt as if his heart was being pierced by needles, a sharp, stabbing pain spreading through him. "Even if you have to eat food from the trash can, you don't want to eat the food I cook?"

Song Nuan tilted her head to look at him, as if he were confused.

"There's nothing dirty in the trash can, it was just changed this morning, and the food is neatly packed in the takeout bag and box, it's not dirty, so why can't I eat it?"

That's perfectly justified...

Li Jingchen was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He didn't want to say anything more, so he snatched the takeout from her hand again, tore open the bag, opened the box, and dumped it all into the trash can in front of Song Nuan.

The soup and rice were mixed together, making it virtually indistinguishable from swill.

Song Nuan stared blankly as he poured everything out, remaining stunned for a full ten seconds before finally snapping out of it and erupting completely.

"Li Jingchen, what do I have to do to satisfy you?!"

"Go to the kitchen to eat."

I don't want to eat!

He remained calm and held her tightly. "Is it not to your liking? Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll buy the groceries now and cook it for you again."

Song Nuan opened her mouth and bit his shoulder tightly.

I feel pain in my shoulder.

He closed his eyes, remained silent, and let Song Nuan bite him to vent her anger.

"Pah—" Unable to get a response from him, and with no pleasure in revenge to be found, Song Nuan released her mouth, spat out a few wisps of hair, and glared at him hatefully, "I don't want to live here."

"Okay, then let's move back to Wanhua Garden."

"don't want."

Where would you like to stay?

"Anything is fine, I just don't want to live with you." Song Nuan found him truly disgusting. "As long as you're not around, I'm willing to sleep on the streets."

Li Jingchen's eyes gradually darkened.

No, none of them are correct.

Song Nuan's gaze towards him was off. Why was she looking at him with such disgust? It shouldn't be like this…

"Nuan Nuan, you're still angry with me, aren't you? What happened yesterday was an accident. I didn't know anything about the birthday party. I thought it was..."

She interrupted him impatiently, "You don't know? You really don't know?"

Li Jingchen was speechless.

Women are ten times more perceptive when arguing than usual. Even a second's hesitation from him is, in Song Nuan's eyes, evidence of his deception once again.

My stomach suddenly started to ache.

Song Nuan sat back on the sofa, placing her hand on her stomach; this position made her much more comfortable.

She didn't even frown, and said calmly, "We need to calm down, Li Jingchen. I don't want to know what your difficulties are. All I know is that you have lied to me time and time again."

"I……"

"Don't always try to explain after the fact. If I hadn't seen it, would you have wanted to explain to me? When I called you, couldn't you have explained?"

She curled her lips into a bitter smile.

"Okay, I'll assume you really didn't know about Zhong Qingya's birthday party, and that you were tricked into attending by her somehow."

"When I called you, you were already at the scene, right? But what did you tell me?"

"You said you were at the company headquarters, in a meeting."

Li Jingchen tightened his hands hanging at his sides, his jawline taut.

He didn't speak, and after about a minute of silence, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Was it Zhong Qingya who called you over?"

Song Nuan was stunned, then smiled.

A laugh aggravated my internal organs, making my stomach ache even more.

She was bent over, her arms pressed tightly against her stomach, feeling pain not only in her stomach but also in her chest.

After all she said, what he cared about was who had called her over.

He just wants to know who exposed his carefully crafted lie, doesn't he?

In an instant, it felt as if ice water had been poured over her head, leaving Song Nuan feeling icy cold all over, even her heart felt frozen.

Song Nuan looked up at him, her expression blank. "Let's calm down for a while. Tell me where your uncle is, and I'll go stay with him for a bit."

He frowned. "How long?"

"When do you think you'll be able to settle your marriage with Zhong Qingya?"

The answer is silence.

Song Nuan gave a weak smile, though she didn't really expect to hear an answer from him. But when he remained silent, she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"I'll come back whenever you've settled your marriage arrangements with her."

She smiled slightly, "Okay?"

Li Jingchen knelt down in front of her. "This is bad."

He gazed into her eyes, and the abyss within them softened. He almost pleaded, "Stay in Liangcheng, stay by my side, be good, Nuannuan."

Song Nuan remained unmoved.

"Have you ever considered that keeping me in Liangcheng is actually giving Zhong Qingya an opportunity to deal with me?"

"She dares!"

When Zhong Qingya was mentioned, he suddenly became filled with a fierce aura.

Song Nuan stroked his short hair, a faint smile playing on her lips, but her heart remained completely unmoved. "Do you really not know whether she dares or not?"

"Li Jingchen, if you don't want me to resent you for the rest of my life, let me leave for a while."

Li Jingchen pulled her into his arms tightly.

His eyes were red, but he didn't let Song Nuan see the fear in them.

“One month,” he said. “I’m only giving you one month. After one month, no matter what, you must return to Liangcheng and come back to my side.”

A month?

That's enough.

Song Nuan smiled and said, "Okay, it's a deal."