Fang Yu: 'How did it go?'

She has always been concise, and since becoming busy with work, she has taken her succinctness to the extreme, never using three words when she can say something in two.

Fortunately, Song Nuan understood what she meant.

She quickly typed out a line of text.

"It's alright. He's demanding money from me now, and it's all written in black and white in the contract. There's nothing he can do to me."

'Remember not to let anyone know that I'm going back to the Song family.'

Fang Yu: 'I won't leak this information, but it's hard to say about Song Zhiren.'

Upon seeing the message, Song Nuan closed her eyes in despair.

How could she have forgotten about that annoying Song Zhiren?

Just as I was worrying, Ouyang Zhoujing called, "Shall I pick you up tonight?"

Song Nuan then remembered that she had made a dinner appointment with Ouyang Zhoujing today.

Now it's impossible for her to leave. By leaving the flower garden, she wanted to avoid Li Jingchen and get as far away from him as possible.

"I'm sorry, Zhou Jing, I'm not in Liangcheng."

The man on the other end of the phone was visibly stunned for a few seconds. "Where did you go?"

Song Nuan made up a place on the spot.

Ouyang Zhoujing gave a deep "hmm," and said, "I prepared a gift for you, but since you're not here, I'll have to send it to you."

He asked, "Are you in Luocheng District or Lixiu District?"

Song Nuan had no idea that she had just mentioned the place casually, but she hadn't expected that Ouyang Zhoujing had actually been there. She could only go along with what he said, "Luocheng, no need to trouble yourself. I'll get it from you when I get back to Liangcheng."

Ouyang Zhoujing suddenly chuckled.

"What's wrong?"

"It's alright," he said gently. "Since you're not here, let's meet up another time. When are you going back to Liangcheng?"

"Um……"

Song Nuanxin thought he was being so annoying, but still replied, "Next week, I guess? It's next week for now, but I'm not sure if anything will change. I'll let you know when I get back to Liangcheng."

He smiled and said okay.

"However, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"you say."

After considering it carefully, Song Nuan said, "I'd like to borrow a few people from you to keep an eye on Song Zhiren. He's been up to no good lately, and I'm planning to investigate him. Can you... help me?"

Ouyang Zhoujing raised an eyebrow. "What do you need me to do? Just borrow a few people?"

Song Nuan vaguely felt that there was another meaning behind his words, but after thinking for a moment, she really couldn't figure out his hidden meaning.

Perhaps she was overthinking it, Song Nuanxin thought.

"Yes, just a few people will do. They need to be trustworthy and reliable, preferably..."

"What's the best?"

As Song Nuan hesitated whether to speak, Ouyang Zhoujing smiled gently and asked, "You don't want A-Jing to know what you're doing right now, do you?"

"..."

Originally, Song Nuan had no intention of hiding it from him.

After all, she needed to use his resources to get things done. Even if she could keep it a secret for a while, she couldn't keep it a secret forever. But she didn't expect Ouyang Zhoujing to be able to guess it so quickly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ouyang Zhoujing chuckled, already knowing the answer.

“I don’t know what you want to do, but since you’ve asked me for help, it proves that you’re on the opposite side of Ah Jing in what you’re doing.”

Song Nuan pursed her lips. Sometimes, being too smart can be annoying.

Ouyang Zhoujing said, "Don't worry, I will have someone keep an eye on Song Zhiren. If you really want to keep it from A-Jing, don't handle it yourself, otherwise he will easily find out."

"But you..."

"I won't tell Ah Jing."

Even with Ouyang Zhoujing's promise, Song Nuan still couldn't feel at ease.

Even Li Jingchen deceived her, so why should she trust anyone else? Her relationship with them was nowhere near as deep as her relationship with Li Jingchen.

After much deliberation, she instructed Fang Yu: 'Keep a close eye on Song Zhiren and Ouyang Zhoujing lately. Don't go too far, don't reveal any information, and don't give them any clues.'

Fang Yu: 'Okay.'

Song Nuan stayed at the Song family's house that very day.

By evening, Li Jingchen seemed to only then realize she had disappeared, frantically sending messages and voice messages, all of which Song Nuan rejected.

He was left with only one message—

"You promised me we'd have a month to cool off. Don't contact me, don't bother me, Li Jingchen. If you don't want me to hate you even more, let me have a quiet month."

After posting, block and delete in one go.

Then we went downstairs to eat.

Meanwhile, at the Li Group President's Office.

Li Jingchen slammed his phone onto the table with a gloomy face, his aura terrifying and chilling.

Lin Xuan dared not breathe.

"Go check Song Nuan's flight information, check the surveillance footage from the garden, find out where she went and when she left, find out everything clearly!"

Lin Xuan nodded vigorously and immediately went to do it.

The door had just closed.

Li Jingchen pressed his temples hard, dialed a number, and asked with a sinister look in his eyes, "Zhong Qingya, did you do something to Song Nuan again?"

Inside the Li family's old house, Zhong Qingya was taking a bath, with red wine and snacks beside her.

Upon hearing this, she frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing. She was about to enjoy a nice hot bath when she received this call from Li Jingchen – what bad luck!

"What's wrong with her now?"

Li Jingchen sneered, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Zhong Qingya tossed her hair, her voice sweet and charming as she relaxed, "Li Jingchen, stop blaming me for everything. Reflect on your own actions instead of immediately blaming others."

"Song Nuan is your woman, oh no—"

She laughed, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "I used to think she was your woman, which is why I always targeted her. But on the day of the birthday party, Song Nuan made it clear to me that you two have absolutely no relationship."

"Since she has no official status, why should I waste my time targeting her? Do you think I have nothing better to do?"

Li Jingchen had a sour face.

He had no idea that Song Nuan and Zhong Qingya had already been so open with each other.

"What else did she say to you?"

"Go ask her yourself. You're more familiar with her than with me," Zhong Qingya said calmly, though she was secretly laughing her head off. "What, did you two have a fight?"

"beep--"

The man hung up the phone immediately.

She scoffed dismissively, tossing her phone aside. "You get all worked up over just a few words? You think your relationship is so strong? You've been fooled by a single photo. You two idiots!"

After a few days of peaceful living at the Song family home, Song Nuan was still a little unaccustomed to it.

In the past, it was either Zhou Min or Song Ningxue who caused trouble, or at the very least, Song Zhiren who was extremely critical of her.

In short, there was absolutely no good time.

Although the peace and tranquility came late, it still brought Song Nuan a sense of calm.

She was relieved for a short while when trouble came knocking on her door that afternoon.

There was a lot of noise downstairs, and Song Nuan was woken up from her afternoon nap. She went downstairs in her pajamas and saw that the once spacious living room was now piled with luggage.

Su Yin stood amidst the pile of luggage.

Her gaze swept over the pile of messy things, and Song Nuan narrowed her eyes slightly. "I don't think I allowed you to come back."

Su Yin scoffed arrogantly.

"I was fooled by you just a couple of days ago and moved out. I've checked the house; it belongs to your dad, not you. You have no right to kick me out."

Song Nuan smiled at her and said, "Not bad, you've learned your lesson."

Su Yin glared at her. What kind of tone was that? Was she deliberately playing with her?

Song Nuan turned and went upstairs, saying as she went, "Whatever. If you want to move back, find somewhere to sleep yourself. In any case, there's no way I'm giving you my room."