Did you give me a chance to speak?
Song Nuan slapped his hand away, her face serene and indifferent. She straightened her clothes and sat down opposite him.
She was still wearing a dress, a strapless design, with thin, close-fitting fabric. If something happened here, she probably wouldn't have the face to leave the club for a while.
But Lu Ziyang was like a leech, sticking to it immediately.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, trapping her between his arms and the sofa, creating a blind spot that left her with no way to escape.
He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.
Soft strands of hair fell with his movements, brushing against Song Nuan's neck and causing an itch that tingled not only on the surface of her skin but also deep within her body.
Feeling her face burning, Song Nuan warned him in a low voice, "Lu Ziyang, can't you be mindful of the occasion?!"
"What's wrong with this occasion? We've always been here before."
He looked up at her, and his usually deep and magnetic voice now sounded somewhat helpless and coquettish.
This made Song Nuan's heart itch again.
He's a real male vixen.
"Nuan Nuan, you still owe me two requests. Can I use one of them now?"
Song Nuan looked at him hesitantly.
If the request is used for this kind of thing, then she has undoubtedly made a pure profit.
"But I didn't bring any clothes today... um—"
He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
Lu Ziyang kissed her domineeringly, penetrating her deeply, their lips and teeth intertwined, as if he wanted to possess her entirely.
Feeling the hand pressing against his chest tighten, he released Song Nuan, but still didn't give her a chance to speak.
"I will send someone to deliver it."
After speaking in a deep voice, he picked her up and carried her horizontally. The private room had partitions. Pushing open the hidden door, another room was designed as a bedroom, completely different from the private room.
Song Nuan hugged his neck. "Remember, I only owe you one request."
"Can you say something I want to hear?"
"..."
After an unknown amount of time, Song Nuan slowly woke up.
Lu Ziyang lay beside her, fast asleep, though his brow was furrowed even in his sleep.
He looked a bit more haggard than before during this period.
I glanced at the time; it was only a little before eleven.
Worried about disturbing him, Song Nuan tiptoed up, picked up the clothes from the gift bag, put them on, grabbed her bag, and left, taking a taxi back to the villa.
When I got home, I saw Xu Yiran browsing job websites in the living room.
"Song Nuan!" Upon seeing her, Xu Yiran burst into tears and hugged her like an octopus. "You're back! I'm so glad you're alright. You have no idea how worried I was about you!"
Song Nuan patted her shoulder and comforted her, "I'm fine."
Xu Yiran sniffed, then suddenly frowned, sniffing and smelling her.
What are you doing?
"The men's cologne smells, and their hairstyle, makeup, and clothes don't match..."
Her eyes seemed to be equipped with X-rays as she scrutinized Song Nuan from head to toe for a while before quickly concluding, "You didn't come back from Qin Yuchuan's place, did you?"
Song Nuan glanced at her speechlessly, "No."
"That dead man cheated on you with Song Ningxue, you absolutely must not be soft-hearted and get together with him."
"I know," she replied perfunctorily. "Why are you browsing job websites? Aren't you planning to quit working at Qin's?"
Xu Yiran gets angry when this is mentioned.
So much has happened in the few days that Song Nuan has been away.
However, she didn't intend to go into details, explaining briefly: "I didn't like Qin Yuchuan, and besides, the job wasn't very good, and the cost-effectiveness wasn't high, so I resigned."
"Really?" Song Nuan doubted its authenticity.
"Why would I lie to you? You smell like a man, you stink. Go take a shower."
Song Nuan didn't ask any more questions and went upstairs to wash up.
After showering, she dried her wet hair a few times, then, finding it troublesome, tossed the towel aside, letting the water droplets from her hair soak into her pajamas, leaving patches of water stains.
Song Nuan sent a message to Fang Yu.
'Ask HR if Yiran resigned voluntarily or was dismissed.'
OK.
After receiving a reply, she was about to put down her phone when Qin Yuchuan called.
She raised an eyebrow and slid her long fingers toward the caller ID.
Are you home?
"Hmm, is something wrong?" she said lazily. "If it's about tonight, then there's no need to explain. I was the one who broke my promise first, so I can understand if you find someone to replace me."
Qin Yuchuan: "It's not about that."
"What is that?"
Why would I need to talk to her in person about something?
Qin Yuchuan did not answer and hung up the call directly.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Song Nuan went downstairs and opened the door. Qin Yuchuan, who was tall, saw Xu Yiran in the living room at first glance and his face was cold.
Xu Yiran didn't give her a friendly look either.
But she was only staying there temporarily, and besides, they weren't divorced yet, so she couldn't say anything.
So he consciously packed his things, saying, "I'm going upstairs."
"No need," Song Nuan stopped her, then looked at Qin Yuchuan and said, "Come to the study with me."
The two entered the study one after the other.
After closing the door, Song Nuan pulled up a chair and sat down. "Say what you have to say, and leave as soon as you're done."
Qin Yuchuan looked at her with a calm gaze, but upon closer inspection, one could easily discern something suppressed deep within his pupils, stirring restlessly, not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
"You know Ouyang Zhoujing?"
Song Nuan was surprised that he asked this question.
Having navigated the business world for many years, how could she not understand his underlying meaning?
Song Nuan found it amusing, "If I say I know them, are you going to ask me to help you negotiate projects again?"
"Is that how you see me?"
"Does it matter what I think of you?" Song Nuan asked with a faint smile, dismissing his initial question. "I don't know him; tonight is the first time we've met."
Qin Yuchuan's dark eyes were as deep as an icy pool. "He gave you a set of jewelry the first time we met?"
"And An Sze-ze..."
"Song Nuan, you've been hiding this really well. I once thought that Lu Ziyang was the only man in your life, but I never expected that two of the princes from the four major families would fall at your feet."
Song Nuan really wanted to ask him if he was sick.
That really proves the saying true.
People with heart conditions see everything as dirty!
She couldn't be bothered to explain; if he liked to guess so much, she'd let him have his fill.
"Yes, I'm beautiful and capable, any normal man would like me, right?" She tossed her long hair, which was half dry and half wet, making her look even more alluring and innocent.
Qin Yuchuan's Adam's apple bobbed.
Song Nuan smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him, "Do you think everyone is as tasteless as you?"
The tension that had been building up in Qin Yuchuan's mind all night snapped at that moment.
Ever since he saw An Sze and Ouyang Zhoujing surrounding her, vying to present her with their treasures, he inexplicably began to panic.
He didn't take Lu Ziyang seriously.
After all, he believed that Song Nuan was a smart person, while Lu Ziyang was all looks and no power or money, and his background was also unbearable. He was just a passerby to play around with, and was definitely not a suitable life partner.
But An Sze and Ouyang Zhoujing are different.
He could still comfort himself by thinking that An Sze was a womanizer and might not have any real feelings for Song Nuan.
But what about Ouyang Zhoujing?
He is capable, low-key, and has a captivatingly wicked charm. The Ouyang family also has the deepest academic foundation among the four major families.
Song Nuan is a top student; the elders of the Ouyang family might like her...
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