Seeing him put away his phone, Lin Xuan couldn't help but ask, "Are you taking Zhong Qingya back to the Li family?"

Li Jingchen glanced at him and retorted, "Do I look like I have nothing better to do?"

Lin Xuan was speechless, unable to figure out his behavior, so he simply stopped asking, stepped on the gas, drove the Maybach into the underground parking garage, and then took a taxi home from get off work.

Upon returning to the Song family home, the deafening music inside made Li Jingchen frown.

Just then, Song Zhiren turned around, and the moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze. He was wearing pajamas, and his Bluetooth speaker was playing old-fashioned, corny love songs from the last century on his phone.

Li Jingchen's face was even darker than ink.

"You, you, you..."

Song Zhiren's lips trembled uncontrollably, his tongue was tied in knots, and he could barely speak coherently. After stammering for a long time, he finally managed to utter a single sentence: "How did you get in?"

This is Li Jingchen!

Song Zhiren hurriedly turned off the music, smiling obsequiously, "President Li, what's wrong...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Jingchen walked past him indifferently, showing no intention of paying him any attention.

An awkward expression flashed across his face.

Seeing Li Jingchen walk upstairs, she wanted to follow, but as soon as she took a step, Li Jingchen warned her: "If President Song has nowhere to stay, she can stay at a hotel for the time being."

Song Zhiren stopped in his tracks, somewhat bewildered. Was this a sign that he was being asked to leave?

While he was still in a daze, Li Jingchen said, "Su Yin is staying at the Yun Que Hotel. I had someone book a suite for her. If President Song doesn't mind, you can go and stay with her."

After saying that, he went straight upstairs.

Song Zhiren was overjoyed, and the slight displeasure in his heart vanished instantly. Without even changing his clothes, he simply put his down jacket over his pajamas and ran away.

Song Nuan stood on the second-floor corridor watching how he managed to drive Song Zhiren away with just a few words.

She sneered inwardly.

The man came up behind her, his attitude completely different from when he spoke to Li Jingchen. When facing her, he was always as gentle as a different person.

"Nuan Nuan, let's go out for dinner tonight."

Song Nuan looked at him coldly and directly voiced her doubts: "Are you aware that Zhong Qingya colluded with Qin's old clients to sabotage Song's project?"

Li Jingchen's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "What's wrong?"

He avoided answering.

"You knew, didn't you?" Song Nuan pressed on, her tone flat and her expression as calm as still water. "You were involved in all of this, weren't you?"

Although it was a question, she didn't actually need his answer.

The light in Li Jingchen's eyes gradually dimmed, and his smile faded. "Is it Zhou Jing who told you this again?"

"Does it matter who told me? Couldn't I have found it myself? Or did you arrange everything in advance to silence everyone and make sure I couldn't find it?"

He frowned in displeasure. "Nuan Nuan!"

What's bothering you?

Song Nuan laughed. She really wanted to question Li Jingchen: what right did he have to give her that look? Didn't he feel guilty at all?

"I'm not hungry, you can go out and eat."

She turned and left.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by a hand. Li Jingchen's hand was very cold, and the moment he touched her, Song Nuan couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her arms.

“I can give you the answer.”

He said in a deep voice, "Everything you want to know, including Du Kangtao, and your mother Du Fanyu."

Song Nuan's expression changed drastically, and she grabbed his hand, "You know about my mother?"

"If you behave well, I'll tell you everything after the wedding."

After the wedding?

Is this his wedding with Zhong Qingya?

Song Nuan felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart, a tightness that made it hard for her to breathe. She frowned slightly, suppressing her discomfort, and asked, "Can I trust you?"

You can only trust me.

She remained silent for a long time before gently saying, "Okay."

"I'll trust him one last time," Song Nuan silently told herself.

...

Although they said they were going to have a meal, the car didn't go to any restaurant. Instead, it drove directly into the garage of the Li family's old mansion.

Song Nuan had only been here once before, and now it was nighttime. The night view of the villa was vastly different from that during the day, so much so that it wasn't until she got out of the car and saw the understated yet luxurious building that she realized she had arrived at the Li family's residence.

"Li Jingchen, what do you want to do?"

She looked wary.

Li Jingchen sighed helplessly, "I won't hurt you, believe me, Nuannuan."

Song Nuan: "..."

Forget it, she's already standing at the door. Even if she wanted to leave, Li Jingchen wouldn't give her a chance. She might as well cooperate with the act and not cause any more trouble.

She quickly came to her senses and remained silent, which was considered an agreement with Li Jingchen's words.

When I rang the doorbell, the old housekeeper came to open the door.

"Young Master, you're back!"

The first person he saw was Li Jingchen. The old butler was so excited that he almost cried. However, before he could be happy for long, he saw Song Nuan next to Li Jingchen.

His expression changed instantly.

He looked at Li Jingchen hesitantly, without saying a word, his eyes conveying all the things he wanted to say.

Li Jingchen could certainly read his eyes.

"Is he inside?" The "he" here naturally refers to Li Guanyu, who had called him over.

The butler nodded. "Sir is here. Madam has gone out."

Jiang Jieting isn't here? That's even better.

Li Jingchen reached out and took Song Nuan's hand, leading her towards the living room.

His hands were still as cold as before, but thankfully the Li family had turned on the heating, and gradually, he could no longer feel the coldness in his hands, except...

Song Nuan lowered her eyes, looking at their intertwined hands, and couldn't help but smile.

A mocking smile curved his lips.

She withdrew her gaze, becoming like a lifeless doll, cooperating with whatever Li Jingchen did.

The old butler walked toward the secondary hall, calling out as he went, "Sir, the young master is back."

Upon hearing this, Li Guanyu turned around with a smile, but like the old butler, his smile froze on his face the moment he saw Song Nuan.

Zhong Guan's expression immediately changed. "Where's my daughter?"

Li Guanyu frowned at Li Jingchen, "I asked you to bring Qingya along for dinner, what are you doing? There's a limit to how much you can misbehave!"

As the only outsider, Song Nuan looked around at this and that, acting as if it were none of her business.

This infuriated Li Guanyu.

He coldly ordered, "Butler, take Miss Song to the living room."

The butler politely extended his hand, "Miss Song, this way please."

In truth, Song Nuan was also tricked. Did they really think she wanted to get involved in their affairs?

She pursed her lips indifferently and turned to leave.

Li Jingchen didn't let go, his gaze towards Zhong Guan and Li Guanyu was somewhat sinister, "I brought her here. If you want her to leave, then I have no reason to stay."

Upon hearing this, Li Guanyu's expression turned as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Are you threatening me?"

Ignoring Li Guanyu's questioning, he turned to look at Zhong Guan and said, "President Zhong, you went to so much trouble just to see Zhong Qingya, didn't you? I gave you a choice back then, but you gave it up yourself."

"Why are you suddenly acting like a loving father at the Li family's house again?"