Something's not right.

In an instant, Fang Yu noticed the strangeness in her tone and wording, and dared not say anything more, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

The nanny van slowly drove up to the Song family's building.

Song Nuan deliberately avoided the private elevator and entered through the main entrance. It happened to be afternoon tea time, and there were many staff members coming and going. She walked slowly, as if afraid of not giving others time to recognize her.

It's not unusual for people to bring bodyguards to the company, and the bodyguards' attire is no different from that of the CEO's personal staff who frequently attend meetings—both are dressed in old-fashioned and uninteresting suits and ties.

Unfortunately, the two bodyguards sent by Li Jingchen were so muscular that they attracted a lot of attention.

"Mr. Song, what brings you to the company today?"

The man who spoke was Song Nuan's colleague from her internship at the project department, but she couldn't remember his name.

The man tried to get closer to Song Nuan, but was stopped by a bodyguard who warned him in a bureaucratic tone, "Please do not come closer, keep your distance."

He was a little embarrassed.

Song Nuan glanced at him, her lips twitched slightly, but she said nothing and strode directly toward the elevator.

A few muffled laughs came from behind.

"Serves you right for pretending. You even said you had a good relationship with President Song. Now you're embarrassed, aren't you? Did you really think he was your colleague? You were just a rich girl sent to the grassroots level to get some experience."

"If they ignore you, and you lost the bet, you're buying supper tonight. No cheating allowed."

The sound faded into the distance; Song Nuan couldn't hear it clearly, nor was she interested.

The elevator slowly ascended, arriving at the president's office.

The bodyguard stood guard at the door and did not follow them inside, which was surprisingly sensible.

Fang Yu was already waiting in her office. She could see the surveillance footage and had been watching the moment the van stopped in front of the Song family's building and Song Nuan got out.

"What's going on?" she asked, gesturing.

Song Nuan closed her eyes and slumped onto the sofa. She took out her phone to type, but then suddenly remembered that Li Jingchen had installed a surveillance camera on her phone.

bother!

She frowned and asked in a low voice, "Has someone from the office checked?"

"The tech department did a quick check, and there were no other listening devices, but I'm still not reassured," Fang Yu explained. "Li Jingchen came by last night."

What's he doing here?

"I don't know, they wouldn't let us in, but we came out after a short while."

Song Nuan's irritability reached its peak at this moment. She got up, took out a notebook from the drawer, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines of delicate handwriting on the paper.

'He's keeping me under house arrest right now; he won't let me go.'

"You should thoroughly investigate this project. I suspect it's not solely Zhong Qingya's doing."

Fang Yu nodded.

Song Nuan tore off the paper and handed it to Fang Yu. Before she could speak, Fang Yu understood her meaning, turned around and threw the paper into the shredder with a smooth and effortless motion.

The two looked at each other, tacitly avoiding mentioning the matter, and naturally started talking about the project.

We talked for almost two hours.

When Song Nuan pushed open the door, the bodyguards outside had already disappeared.

The man in the reception area looked up at the sound, put down the magazine he had picked up to pass the time, stood up and walked towards her, asking gently, "Did you finish talking about work with Fang Yu?"

"You weren't dressed warmly enough when you went out this afternoon. I went home and got you a jacket so you wouldn't catch a cold."

He draped his coat over her shoulders as he spoke, showing remarkable tenderness.

But Song Nuan felt a chill run down her spine.

She felt no happiness at being cared for, only a chill running down her spine. "What are you doing here?"

Actually, she wanted to ask him how he knew what she was wearing today.

Would bodyguards really give such detailed reports? Even telling Li Jingchen what she was wearing? Or did they secretly take photos of her and show them to him?

Or perhaps he watches the surveillance footage anytime, anywhere to check on her condition?

Song Nuan could not accept either of them.

"I finished with things at the group and just happened to be passing by when I picked you up," he explained casually, not even bothering to lie.

He didn't need to go through the Song family compound to get back from the Li Group; he deliberately took a detour to find her.

Why?

Afraid she'll run away?

Song Nuan felt a chill run down her spine as she thought about it, and her body instinctively resisted his touch. She calmly pulled her hand away from his and said indifferently, "Don't we have bodyguards? Why bother coming all this way?"

Li Jingchen's eyes darkened. "I came to pick you up, aren't you happy?"

"..."

Song Nuan pursed her lips and remained silent.

The answer is obvious.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense after a brief silence, and everyone could clearly hear each other breathing.

Li Jingchen remained silent, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, the corners of his eyes downturned, his jaw clenched, and his lips almost pressed into a straight line—it was clear that he was very unhappy.

If she shows weakness now, he should suppress his anger.

But Song Nuan didn't want to say a single kind word to coax him.

It wasn't just him who was unhappy; she was being monitored all the time, in every little detail, with no freedom and no personal space. How could she be happy?

She looked up at him.

Just when Song Nuan thought Li Jingchen would get angry, he curled his lips into a smile, his eyes devoid of any mirth, and said, "Let's go home for dinner?"

His nonchalant attitude disappointed Song Nuan.

Even a fight would be fine.

But his indifferent and nonchalant attitude left Song Nuan with no outlet for her pent-up anger, so she could only continue to suppress it.

Half an hour later, the Maybach drove into the Song family's house.

As usual, Li Jingchen cooked. Today, he didn't spend too much time and simply made two dishes and a soup.

During dinner, Song Nuan asked him, "Where did you take Su Yin?"

"So you're finally willing to talk to me?"

She remained silent.

Li Jingchen replied calmly, "She's Song Zhiren's girlfriend, so it's not appropriate for her to live with you. Besides, she's been looking for Song Zhiren, so I'm just helping her out."

What's the meaning?

He knew where Song Zhiren was.

Song Nuan's hand trembled. Suppressing her shock, she forced herself to remain calm. "You're sending her back to Song Zhiren?"

The man's eyes were unfathomable, and he looked at her with a faint, enigmatic smile, so gentle that he seemed to see right through her, yet she could not fathom him.

He chuckled softly, "Hmm, what's wrong?"

Song Zhiren was in Wanhua Garden, with Ouyang Zhoujing watching over him. How could Ouyang Zhoujing possibly know where Song Zhiren was?

Although Li Jingchen now knows her whereabouts and there's no need to keep Song Zhiren locked up anymore, what if he finds out she's been seeing Ouyang Zhoujing in private...

Song Nuan's eyes lit up.

My confused mind instantly cleared up, and everything became clear.

Li Jingchen was bluffing her.

Given his personality, once he learned that Ouyang Zhoujing was watching over Song Zhiren and that she was at the Song family home, he would definitely guess that she was afraid Song Zhiren would reveal her whereabouts to him, which was why she asked Ouyang Zhoujing for help.

She and Ouyang Zhoujing conspired to keep it from him, so how could he remain so calm?

Absolutely not.

Song Nuan let out a silent breath, feeling much lighter, and her tone became more relaxed, "Whatever, I don't care if I have another younger brother or sister fighting with me for the inheritance."

Li Jingchen narrowed his eyes and stared at her.

Song Nuan met his gaze, her eyes indifferent, "But let me tell you, Su Yin is an employee of Song's Group, so don't go too far."