Just as Nie Han finished speaking, there was a series of rapid footsteps, indicating that someone was coming down the stairs.
She chased after him, and when she saw the corridor, her heart sank: "It's over, Madam, Song has been scared away."
She had sobered up a bit and turned around to pull out her suitcase: "How about I move to a hotel?"
Chen Rou pulled her suitcase over, then stuffed it back into the closet. She opened the bathroom door and said, "Don't think about anything. Go take a shower first, then go to bed. Send me a text message before you go to sleep. I'll take care of Songzi's matter for you."
Nie Han pulled her hair: "Xi Niang, I was just joking. I never thought about keeping him as a mistress."
She added, "But you know, it'll be many years before A-Yuan grows up. As long as I don't get married, I can rightfully ask my uncle for a job. But if I get married, I won't be able to anymore, so I..."
So although she has a romantic mind, ever since she tasted the power, she has never thought about getting married again.
Even if a girl doesn't want to get married, she will definitely want to be in a relationship.
It would be fine if it were someone else, but Song Yuanchao was her uncle's bodyguard captain, earning hundreds of thousands a year.
Even if she could afford the money, Nie Zhao would never let Song Ta be with her.
He's bound to worry about Boss Nie's twisted and convoluted ways; he's afraid she'll team up with Song Zai and get rid of him.
It was something that was never going to happen, and she even scared the other person away. Nie Han was on the verge of a breakdown.
Chen Rou helped her smooth down her messy hair and sincerely said, "Your idea of not wanting to get married is wonderful."
He pushed her into the bathroom and said, "Don't overthink it, go take a shower."
Nie Han pulled Chen Rou aside and said, "Please tell Song Zai for me that I was just joking."
Chen Rou closed the door for her: "I will."
Since the wine cellar of the hilltop mansion was on the second basement level, she simply took the elevator down to the second basement level after leaving her room.
After taking two bottles of beer, she took the elevator all the way to the rooftop and sent a text message to Song Yuanchao, asking him to come up. In case Nie Zhao woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find her, she also sent him a text message saying that she was on the rooftop.
After taking a sip of beer and gazing at the faint lights below the mountain, Chen Rou did some quick calculations and realized that she had been in this world for a full six years. It was now 1994, and there were only three years left until she returned.
Time flies. When she first met Nie Han, she was only 18 years old, but now she is 24.
Nie Zhao was only 27 years old when he married her, which is considered to be in the prime of his life.
But now he's 33 years old, and he's middle-aged.
Nie Rong didn't know if he could make it through, but Liang Lisheng was visibly getting older.
Oh, and there's Song Yuanchao too. He's a year older than Nie Zhao; he's already 34 this year.
No wonder Chen Ke kept saying that he should go back, settle down, and then go to the capital to pursue an official career.
In the military, if a person cannot be promoted to a full regimental commander before the age of 35, there is no future for them.
Looking back on the path she had traveled, Chen Rou couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. Time flies by so quickly.
Song Yuanchao sent a text message, but it only contained one sentence: "Wife, I am a person of principle."
Chen Rou was stunned for a moment before she realized that the honest and simple-minded Song Zi had probably misunderstood.
Did he think that she called him upstairs because Nie Han had taken a liking to him and wanted him to be her husband for one night?
She texted: "Let's talk business, come quickly."
The house on the mountaintop is four stories high and has two large rooftop terraces.
At this moment, Chen Rou was on the rooftop, where she could see the servants' quarters next door.
A short while later, she saw Song Yuanchao leave the dormitory. He stood at the door for a while, then went to the bodyguard's duty room at the main gate and said something to the bodyguard on duty who was watching the monitor. He then patrolled the back door before entering the building.
Security at the summit is more complicated than at Repulse Bay. After everyone has returned home, the garage door on the basement level is locked, and the front and back doors on the first floor are also locked from the inside. There are people on duty on the first floor.
If you want to come in from outside, you have to talk to the person on duty, so you'll have to wait a while.
After a while, the elevator went straight to the top floor, but you still had to go through the sunroom to get to the rooftop.
Song Yuanchao stopped at the door of the sunroom, his voice trembling slightly: "Madam?"
Chen Rou turned around, tossed his beer to him, and said, "Nie Han is already resting."
She added, "She's just talking nonsense because she's upset about her best friend's wedding. Don't take it to heart."
Although they were far apart, the night was quiet, and Chen Rou could clearly hear Song Yuanchao exhale deeply.
He finally took his beer to the balcony, his voice trembling with embarrassment: "Actually, even a young lady like you is still a child."
Chen Rou smiled, took a sip of beer, and suddenly asked, "What if she wasn't joking?"
Song Yuanchao had just raised his beer when he choked on it and coughed violently for a long time without saying a word.
It's not surprising that he's afraid; after all, this is Hong Kong, currently the richest and most developed city in all of Asia.
Thirty years later, Chen Rou would only go to male escort clubs when cracking down on prostitution and illegal publications. Moreover, the first time she went to crack down on prostitution, when she took a group of unscrupulous professionals to give their statements, she heard about the various tricks the rich women used to torture the young men. She was greatly shocked at the time and silently gave all the women a thumbs up and praised them several times for being awesome.
Song Yuanchao was even more unsophisticated than her, and faced even greater pressure, so of course he couldn't take a joke.
But Nie Han can now freely visit male escort clubs, and for her, the ten thousand yuan or so in male escort fees is just a drop in the bucket.
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