Chapter 48 09.17/No one sent her fiancée...
The direct flight from London to North City takes ten hours, and the first flight lands at six in the evening.
Maybe because she was nervous all the way, she couldn't fall asleep and even felt that the journey back was taking longer than the journey there.
Finally getting off the plane, she breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't slept for a long time and her head was still groggy, but she didn't forget to book a car on her mobile app before picking up her luggage.
After living with Fan Tingnian for too long, she felt that she was somewhat out of touch with society.
I opened the mobile app and took a while to remember where to click to jump to the taxi-hailing interface.
She was bumped by someone behind her and took half a step forward.
The other person was probably also a poor person who was tortured by life. He realized it a few seconds after bumping into her. While continuing to explain work to the person on the other end of the phone, he gestured to her to express his apology.
The man who bumped into her had sunken eyes and looked exhausted. Chu Song could even hear his boss scolding him through the receiver.
Chu Song shook his head and said it was okay, then he thought of Fan Tingnian again. His place was indeed a bit like a utopia.
And the same thing about him, he is obviously very smart, but he believes whatever she says.
She came from Milan to London without any luggage, only a very small handbag, which was now waiting at the luggage carousel for her by Assistant Nan Ling.
She probably just stuffed a few clothes and necessary daily necessities into the suitcase, perhaps because she was worried that if something unexpected happened during such a long journey, her small handbag would not be able to handle it.
The luggage carousel finally started, and luckily her suitcase was among the first few.
I picked up my suitcase and walked out of the exit, and the car I booked arrived just in time.
After traveling all the way and being severely sleep deprived, she almost fell asleep in the online car-hailing vehicle, but when she got home, she was not as sleepy as before.
She rented a house in North City. After being away for two months, a window in the living room was not closed tightly, and dust blew all over the floor.
She forced herself to clean the floor and the table, and when she sat down on the sofa, she glanced at her cell phone for some unknown reason.
No one called, and she blocked Fan Tingnian, so of course no one sent her a message.
But there is not even any new friend authentication.
She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. Although this was the result she wanted, she always felt that the silence was a little too weird.
Even if it wasn't Fan Tingnian, both Wan Ting and Shu Ang had her cell phone number, but no one sent her any messages.
After thinking for a while, she couldn't figure it out. She didn't want to contact Nan Ling to find out what happened, so she just let it go and planned to take a shower and catch up on some sleep.
I hadn't slept for more than twenty hours, but I didn't feel sleepy before taking a shower. After taking a shower, I lay down on the bed and couldn't open my eyes as soon as they touched the pillow.
She is now unemployed and doesn't have to worry about going to work tomorrow morning. She didn't even set the alarm before falling asleep.
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After seeing the person off and leaving the boarding gate, Nan Ling was held down by two people from Milan when he came out of the airport.
He has been training for many years, and his muscles from shoulders and back to legs are very developed, but he can't withstand the two burly men over two meters tall who are pressing him.
The moment he was pinned down, he cursed in Italian, then turned around and saw the familiar uniforms on the two men.
He was very familiar with the clothes, expressions and attitudes of the security guards who came from home. Then he saw several other people in uniform not far behind the two security guards.
As long as he dares to run now, the rest will catch up with him.
The few people accompanying Nan Ling were unaware of the situation and subconsciously took two steps back with confused expressions. Only the coach who had followed Nan Ling for a long time recognized him and took half a step forward, wanting to negotiate with the other party.
One of the men holding Nan Ling down bowed slightly and explained, "It's Mr. Fan's request that we take you back to your London apartment now."
Nan Ling twisted his body, trying to get the other party to let him go, but after moving twice, he still couldn't break free. He cursed again in a mixture of Italian and Chinese.
The other party bowed and apologized to him, but his face was cold and he answered the phone.
"Hello, sir."
Nan Ling listened quietly to the person who was holding down his arm talking to Fan Tingnian on the phone.
"We will get Master Nan Ling back to his apartment safely."
"We will take turns following him to ensure that he does not have any other activities besides normal training."
"In addition to the swimming team's physical training every day, he will be sent to boxing and long-distance running physical training."
"I understand, and I have already cancelled all his credit and debit cards as you requested."
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The security guard in black uniform paused at this point and glanced down at the wallet in Nan Ling's hand.
The zipper of the wallet was not completely closed, revealing the cash inside.
After a brief pause, the security guard reported to the man on the other end of the line, "But Young Master Nan Ling still has some cash."
Two seconds later, the security guard signaled another person to take the wallet from Nan Ling's right hand: "The gentleman said this should be taken away too."
Nan Ling:............
"That's my own money." He couldn't stand it anymore and finally resisted.
The security guard handed him the phone and placed it next to his ear. Fan Tingnian's voice came from the receiver: "Is she already on the plane?"
Nan Ling's wrist was twisted and it hurt, and it happened in the corridor outside the airport. Struggle appeared on his face: "How did you know?"
There was silence for a moment. "I didn't know before, but now I know."
“.........”
Fan Tingnian: "Did you give her the money?"
Nan Ling didn't say anything.
The person on the other end seemed very patient. After a two-second pause, he asked, "Did you buy a direct flight to North City? Are you sure she can get there safely?"
Nan Ling stiffened his neck and shook his hands twice, trying desperately to break free from the two security guards, but two fists were no match for four hands. No matter how hard he tried, he was still pinned down.
Fan Tingnian spoke again: "All your sports cars in the manor will be driven to the scrapyard today. You are not allowed to go to your seaside villa in China anymore. I will sell all your houses in China, including the figurine in the building in the manor."
"I gave it to you!" Nan Ling gasped and compromised, "I gave the money to your wife!"
Nan Ling's words touched the other person's heart. The person on the other side suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, he said, "Yeah."
Nan Ling really couldn't stand it anymore. He thought that if Fan Tingnian knew about it, he would at most beat him up, suspend his card for a while, and sell all his cars and figures. He really couldn't accept it.
His eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he muttered irritably, and confessed: "I gave your wife 10,000 yuan, but she only wanted 500 yuan. I think she might have a mental problem. She doesn't even want the money..."
"Shut up."
"I gave your wife money, why are you telling me to shut up? I even bought her a first-class ticket!!" Nan Ling was furious like a barking puppy.
The person on the other side paused again this time because he heard a certain word.
Then, his tone was still calm: "Didn't you take her away? Do you need to buy her a first-class ticket?"
Nan Ling leaned his head against the wall, his feet still on the coat that had fallen off his waist during his struggle, and stopped talking.
His brother still treated him as cruelly as a dog.
"Come back and see me after the game." Fan Tingnian said.
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Chu Song slept soundly and woke up at noon the next day.
The curtains in the house she rented were replaced when she first moved in, using thick blackout fabric.
She had tucked in tightly before going to bed last night. Now that she opened her eyes, there was no light at all. The room was dim and dark. She couldn't think straight and almost thought it was still night.
He touched the phone on the bedside table and took a look to confirm the date and time. He cleared his cough twice and sat up from the bed while holding his throat.
Maybe she was too tired from traveling all the way, and she was too nervous, so she ate and drank less. Now her throat is slightly sore, which may be inflamed.
She stood up with a frown, took the glass on the bedside table and went outside to pour water, then took out half a box of anti-inflammatory drugs from the medicine box, took two tablets according to the dosage, sat on the chair next to the dining table, concentrated for a while, and finally came to her senses.
The curtains in the living room were half drawn. It was a cloudy day today and the sun was not bright at all. The room was dim without any lights on.
She sent a message to Wen Yao before going to bed last night, and now there are more than a dozen unread messages on her phone screen.
Wen Yao: [You're back?]
Wen Yao: [What????????]
Wen Yao: [I didn’t look carefully just now, but you said you slept with your boss at the beach? ]
Wen Yao: [He still wants to marry you??????????????]
Wen Yao: [You ran back from Italy?????????????????]
Wen Yao: [I don’t have a fever when I go to work early this morning, do I? ? ?]
Wen Yao: [Wake up, wake up quickly! ! ! !]
Wen Yao: [If you don't wake up, I'll take a leave now and come to your house this afternoon.]
Chu Song read the message over and over again. Afraid that Wen Yao would worry about her, she pressed her thumb on the button and replied with a voice message.
Chu Song: "I'm fine. I was too tired when I got home yesterday, so I slept until now."
Within seconds, a voice call popped up on the phone.
Chu Song picked up the phone. Wen Yao probably left her post on the pretext of something during work. Her voice was low, and footsteps could be heard. She might be looking for a corner with few people.
"Are you okay? Where are you? Are you okay now?" Wen Yao's tone was anxious, and she was obviously worried about her personal safety.
"It's okay," Chu Song leaned over the back of the chair, his right foot dangling with the slippers hanging down, "I'm just a little sleepy. I want to sleep a little longer."
"I'm glad you're okay," Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief. "If there's anything, be sure to tell me. I'll take some time off and go over to accompany you."
The two chatted for a few more sentences, and Chu Song ended the call with her on the grounds that he was afraid of delaying Wen Yao's work.
Wen Yao asked her on the phone what happened in Italy. She recalled it for a while but didn't go into details. She only said that Fan Tingnian seemed to really want to marry her, but she couldn't stay in Italy like this for the time being, so she found a way to come back.
Having slept for too long, his mind was hazy. Chu Song sat for a few more minutes, picked up his phone again, and prepared to order takeout.
An hour later, the takeaway was delivered. She heard the doorbell and went to open the door, only to find that the house opposite had its door open and was moving furniture.
She had lived here for two years and knew the landlord across the street. The landlord happened to be coming out of the elevator and saw her and greeted her. Then he noticed the direction she was looking and explained to her with a smile: "The house has been sold, and we won't be living here anymore."
After a moment of confusion, Chu Song responded twice, chatted with the uncle for a few words, and expressed his regret that they would never meet again.
Carrying the takeaway, he closed the door and walked to the dining table, poured himself a glass of water, and sat down cross-legged to eat.
She ordered spicy hot pot, but because her throat was inflamed, she ordered it slightly spicy. While eating, she opened her phone and sorted out the messages in the competition group that she had not finished sorting out a few days ago.
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