Li Jingchen looked up at him, a hint of anticipation in his heart.
"Don't interfere in her and Zhou Jing's affairs."
"..."
I knew he wouldn't come up with anything good.
Seeing his expression, An Sze knew he hadn't taken his words to heart, and said anxiously, "You went undercover in her name and helped her solve a lot of troubles. You owe her a debt of gratitude, right?"
"Breaking up someone's marriage now will not only prevent you from getting back the favor, but will also make you resentful. It's not worth it."
Li Jingchen coldly corrected, "What kind of marriage is she and Zhou Jing supposed to have?"
An Sze clicked his tongue. "That's none of your business."
Having a rare opportunity to teach Li Jingchen a lesson, An Szeze wasn't in a hurry to leave and plopped back down.
His expression was extremely serious. "All along, you've been focusing on the wrong thing. Dealing with Zhong Qingya is more important than dealing with Zhou Jing. How can Song Nuan come back to your side if you don't deal with her?"
Li Jingchen glanced at him sideways.
After years of being brothers, An Sze-tse sensed his impending rebuttal with just a glance.
He immediately added, "Even if Song Nuan still has feelings for you, she's such a proud person, do you think she would knowingly become a mistress? That would be too undignified!"
Li Jingchen could not refute this point.
He knows Song Nuan better than anyone else, so of course he knows.
"The Zhong family's matter cannot be resolved in a short time." Li Jingchen pursed his lips.
He had considered it, and he tossed and turned at night, dreaming of solutions. The Zhong family was too powerful to be confronted by force; he needed to persevere and slowly devise a plan.
If Song Nuan is single, there's no rush.
The problem is that Song Nuan is about to marry Ouyang Zhoujing.
Of all the people she could have married, why did she have to marry Ouyang Zhoujing? Wasn't she determined to sever all ties with him for the rest of her life?
Therefore, he had to stop it.
We must stop it at all costs and at any price.
“Then let’s wait.” An Sze slammed his hand on the table, trying to awaken his last shred of conscience. “You can get a divorce if you’re married. As long as there are no children, there’s always room for maneuver.”
"The premise is that you must have absolute say."
Li Jingchen understood the unspoken meaning in his words, "You have a way?"
An Szeze grinned mischievously and leaned back, half-slumped on the sofa. "I do have a solution, but—"
"explain."
"This year's projects will be chosen by Anjia first."
Without hesitation, he said, "Okay."
An Sze paused for a few seconds, then suddenly regretted it. Had he made his request too simple?
...
Wanhua Garden Villa District.
The car was parked in the garage. Song Nuan got out, opened the back door, and stretched out to help Ouyang Zhoujing unbuckle his seatbelt. The light was dim, so she leaned closer.
The heat seemed to be spraying lightly onto Ouyang Zhoujing's neck.
She didn't notice.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her lower back, the palm casually resting on her side, and a warm sensation traveled through her clothes to her skin.
Song Nuan instinctively stepped back, but Ouyang Zhoujing exerted a little force, and she ended up lying on top of him.
The posture was a bit awkward.
Almost the instant she lay down, Song Nuan felt the change in Ouyang Zhoujing's lower body. It was obvious and rapid. Her ears turned red and her cheeks burned.
His deep, gentle voice rang in Song Nuan's ear, "Nuan Nuan, I feel terrible."
"You've had too much to drink tonight." Song Nuan didn't know what he meant by that, so she pretended not to understand. "Let go of me, and I'll help you home."
"Right here."
A look of panic flashed in Song Nuan's eyes.
Even though it's my own garage,... that doesn't seem right!
She wasn't ready to take things further with Ouyang Zhoujing, but refusing seemed excessive, especially since they had already decided to get married.
You can hide now, but what about after you get married?
As he hesitated, Ouyang Zhoujing's voice rang out again, "You're unwilling?"
His tone was noticeably downcast.
Song Nuan didn't know how to answer him, so she could only say, "You're drunk. The most important thing now is to go back and rest, and drink some hangover soup, otherwise tomorrow's meeting..."
"The meeting isn't the problem; you answer my question."
Song Nuan stammered.
My fingernails are almost digging into my palm.
Suddenly, Ouyang Zhoujing smiled. "I didn't do anything to you tonight, did I?"
Song Nuan froze, then looked up abruptly, staring at him in astonishment.
“Ah Jing’s attempt to cover it up was so perfunctory, and his act was half-hearted. It’s hard for me not to know.” He gently stroked the strands of hair that fell beside her face. “Nuan Nuan, I’m very sad.”
sad?
Song Nuan couldn't sense it; his tone was very calm, strangely calm.
Regardless of the circumstances, she was in the wrong first.
“We have nothing.” After explaining, she lowered her eyes and apologized softly, “I’m sorry, Zhou Jing, I didn’t know he would be so crazy.”
He smiled faintly, "That's good. Don't betray me, Nuannuan."
For some reason, Song Nuan felt a chill run down her spine.
She nodded and said, "Okay."
Ouyang Zhoujing lifted her up and made her sit on his lap. He wrapped one arm around her waist and stroked her neck with the other.
Her neck was very slender, like a swan's, which Ouyang Zhoujing liked very much; he always found it particularly sexy.
Song Nuan was ticklish, so she shrank her neck and reminded him, "It's already very late."
"I know, but I haven't finished speaking yet."
"you say."
Ouyang Zhoujing didn't say anything. He took out a wet wipe from somewhere, and the moment he tore it open, the smell of alcohol filled every corner of the car, and it was a bit pungent.
Song Nuan frowned subconsciously.
The next second, Ouyang Zhoujing wiped her mouth with a wet wipe.
Song Nuan's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
He kissed you.
"..."
Ouyang Zhoujing smiled at her, his movements gentle and not at all rough. "Let me clean you up first, so you won't have to go through the trouble of washing it again when we get back."
The chill seeped in from the soles of Song Nuan's feet and spread throughout her entire body.
At this moment, Ouyang Zhoujing exuded an indescribable eeriness.
Song Nuan appeared calm, but the hairs on her body were standing on end beneath her sweater. She gave a curt smile and said, "You're drunk."
“I’m perfectly sober. No heir has a low alcohol tolerance. Don’t be fooled by Sze’s slumped-over on the sofa, looking like he’s about to pass out. He’s actually quite lucid,” he laughed.
Song Nuan gave two dry laughs.
"Yeah?"
"Okay, it's clean now."
Song Nuan silently breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over, but unexpectedly Ouyang Zhoujing showed no intention of letting her go.
She looked at him, puzzled. "Is there anything else?"
He looked her over for a few seconds. "Jing didn't touch you anywhere else, did he?"
"No."
"That's good."
Song Nuan didn't dare to delay for a moment. She opened the car door, went to the passenger seat to get her bag, said goodbye, and ran away.
The movements were executed in one smooth motion, as if afraid of running too slowly.
Back home, Song Nuan tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind filled with images from the night before—Li Jingchen's crazed face and Ouyang Zhoujing's bizarre behavior.
The scene suddenly changed, and everything around her was pitch black. Song Nuan reached out and touched the wall, found the light, pressed it, and the room became bright.
She turned her head and saw the man beside her—
It was Ansze.
How could she be sleeping in the same bed as An Si-ze?!
"What's going on!"
Song Nuan woke up with a start and immediately touched the spot next to her. There was no one there, and it was ice cold. She then realized that she had been dreaming and felt a lingering fear.
It was like a nightmare.
Song Nuan was wide awake, put on her coat, and went downstairs.
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