Unfortunately, I never had the chance to say those words.

Lowering her eyes and bending her knees, Song Nuan hugged her knees, feeling an inexplicable urge to cry.

Fang Yu didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only pat her hand as a gesture of solace.

"It's understandable that she's angry."

Song Nuan curved her lips into a smile and said self-deprecatingly, "People always say that Yi Ran is the stupidest, but actually she understands everything. At least when it comes to matters of principle, she never does anything foolish."

On the contrary, it was her.

He prides himself on being clever, yet he has done one foolish thing after another.

Seeing through her vulnerability at a glance, Fang Yu poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her, saying, "Yiran has always been like this, impulsive and speaking without thinking. Don't take it too seriously."

"I know."

Fang Yu sighed softly, "That day when I negotiated with Zhong Qingya, she was very firm. I offered the Song family as a bargaining chip, and even when we tied her up, she still wouldn't budge and agree to let you go."

"In less than a day, she suddenly changed her mind and asked you to come back. You must have promised her something."

Song Nuan silently gripped the cup tightly.

When you exert force, your joints will turn white and your veins will bulge out; these are not hard to notice.

Fang Yu glanced at it indifferently, pretending not to notice, "Song Nuan, these are your private matters, and I shouldn't pry, but like Yi Ran, I also hope you are happy."

She stood up. "You should get some rest tonight. I'll take care of things at the company."

After a pause, Fang Yu added, "If you need any help, just call me and I'll do it as soon as possible. Dealing with Zhong Qingya alone will be very tiring for you."

Fang Yu gave Song Nuan a deep look, then turned and left.

Song Nuan remained tense and silent throughout.

The door didn't close for a long time.

Fang Yu watched Song Nuan's retreating figure, feeling conflicted, but ultimately she still spoke up, "You finally escaped from the Qin family, are you really sure you want to get married again?"

"Divorcing Qin Yuchuan was almost like being skinned alive, but what about the Ouyang family?"

yes.

A bitter smile appeared on Song Nuan's lips.

She faced a multitude of problems, all coming at once, but she had no choice but to address the most pressing ones. As for the others, she had no time to consider them, much less the resources to plan for them.

She couldn't drag Xu Yiran and Fang Yu into the abyss.

...

"Say it again?"

Her neck was suddenly grabbed, and she couldn't breathe. The feeling of impending death gave Zhong Qingya an unprecedented pleasure.

Especially Li Jingchen, whose face was full of anger.

It's really satisfying to watch.

She forced a smile and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't believe me, I have a recording on my phone. Do you want to see it? There's also a video; the two of them are very intimate."

Bang!

Zhong Qingya was thrown to the ground.

She coughed violently, her throat hurting terribly.

Li Jingchen looked down at her, his eyes icy cold. "Zhong Qingya, I think you really don't know the meaning of death. You keep challenging my bottom line. Is this interesting?"

Zhong Qingya struggled to her feet.

The man was so tall that even in ten-centimeter heels, Zhong Qingya couldn't look him in the eye.

"Am I challenging your bottom line?"

She sneered and said sarcastically, "Who can you blame for Song Nuan not choosing you? Where were you when she was locked up? When she was hungry, it was Ouyang Zhoujing who brought her food; when she was cold, it was still Ouyang Zhoujing who sent her clothes."

"And you? What are you doing?"

Li Jingchen's face was so gloomy it was almost as if ink could drip from it.

Unfortunately, Zhong Qingya wasn't afraid of him.

She wanted to stab him in the heart, to leave him bleeding, a wound that could never be healed.

"Don't think I don't know you never intended to give Berlin Jewelry to anyone. You're just trying to appease my dad and pass the buck to Song Nuan. Are you even a man?"

Zhong Qingya poked his chest hard and scolded, "What makes you better than Ouyang Zhoujing?"

The man's eyelids twitched violently.

He suddenly grabbed Zhong Qingya's wrist and twisted it forcefully, causing her to kneel on the ground. She was wearing a short skirt, and the sudden pressure made her knees ache so much that she grimaced.

"You're insane! Let go of me right now!"

"Let go? Ha—"

He casually ripped off his tie, tied it around Zhong Qingya's wrists, then went to the storeroom to get a rope, tied it around her feet, and pushed her onto the balcony of the master bedroom.

A cold wind rustled.

Zhong Qingya was dressed in thin clothes, and she shivered in the wind.

"Li Jingchen, are you out of your mind? Open the door and let me back!"

Li Jingchen ignored him.

He opened the drawer, seemingly looking for something, while making phone calls. No matter how many times he dialed, all he heard was the message that the other party's phone was switched off.

He dialed Lin Xuan's number with a blank expression, "Find out where Song Nuan is right now."

Lin Xuan: "Okay."

He hung up coldly and found a roll of tape.

Upon reaching the balcony, Li Jingchen immediately sealed Zhong Qingya's mouth shut.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Unable to speak, Zhong Qingya glared at him desperately.

Li Jingchen threw away the tape and sneered, "Since you want to be Mrs. Li, then I'll let you be one to your heart's content. Today I'll let you know that neither you nor Ouyang Zhoujing can make Song Nuan leave me."

Zhong Qingya: "Hmm—"

'What do you want to do?'

Unfortunately, Li Jingchen couldn't understand what she was saying, and he didn't bother to read her eyes.

He turned and left.

Lin Xuan called just then, "I checked the surveillance footage of Miss Song's villa. She drove away two minutes ago, heading in the direction of Shimao City."

Li Jingchen hummed in agreement and hung up.

Keep pressing the accelerator.

Meanwhile, Song Nuan was on the phone with Ouyang Zhoujing while waiting at a traffic light. "I'm almost there. There's some traffic ahead. I'll park the car outside. You can wait for me in front of Starbucks."

Ouyang Zhoujing was worried and said, "I'll come pick you up."

Song Nuan: "No need, it's just a short walk, and besides, there are many people here, so there's no danger... Ah—"

The screeching sound of brakes rang out.

The phone flew out of her hand. Still shaken, Song Nuan stared in terror at the black car that had collided with her. Her heart pounded, and her blood felt like it was boiling.

"Nuan Nuan, what happened?"

The phone call on the passenger seat continued, and Ouyang Zhoujing asked anxiously, but unfortunately Song Nuan didn't hear him.

There was a knock on her car window.

It was a man wearing a mask, who was also the owner of the black car that collided with her.

Lowering the car window, Song Nuan smoothed her disheveled long hair, her face full of apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you just now, and your lane change was rather sudden, I really..."

She suddenly froze.

The man took off his mask.

Song Nuan stared at him blankly, "Li..."

"get off."

Li Jingchen gave the order in a cold voice.

He was completely different from usual; his eyes were sinister and cold. Song Nuan's intuition told her that she couldn't get out of the car, or she would be doomed.

She frantically tried to roll up the car window, but Li Jingchen was faster. He reached in to unlock it, pulled open the car door, and dragged Song Nuan out.

"Li Jingchen, what are you doing!"

"Come back with me."

"I'm not going! Your wedding with Zhong Qingya is the day after tomorrow, Mr. Li, please have some self-respect!"

These words stung Li Jingchen.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and questioned, "Is it because of my wedding with Zhong Qingya that you want to sever ties with me, or because you've already found someone else?"

Song Nuan froze.