Song Nuan smiled, told her about tomorrow's schedule, and then sent a message to Qiu Rong to tell him that Xu Yiran was fine and that he didn't need to arrange for someone to take her back.
Qiu Rong responded with an OK gesture.
Suddenly remembering something, she asked, "Mr. Qiu, how many people are staying at your place now?"
"Six? What's wrong?"
'fine. '
There were still six people, which means that Li Jingchen did not place bodyguards in Qiu Rong's team.
She slowly realized that Li Jingchen was deliberately lying to her. If she had agreed because of his threat, she probably would have really had to take two bodyguards with her.
That's incredibly cunning.
My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a video call invitation from Li Jingchen.
Song Nuan got up and went to the balcony before pressing the call button. Suddenly, a man's strikingly handsome face appeared on the screen.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze turning cold. "It's too dark. Move back a bit."
Song Nuan ignored him, casually put her phone on the wall, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip. "I ran into Ouyang Zhoujing today. He seems to be in Yunxian as well."
He hummed in response, but didn't react much.
That shouldn't be the case.
Song Nuan felt that he was acting strangely. At least usually, he would go crazy with jealousy when he heard her getting close to Ouyang Zhoujing, so why was his reaction so calm this time?
She asked casually, "What's he doing here?"
Li Jingchen lifted his eyelids slightly, his voice indifferent, "Where's your ring?"
Song Nuan's expression froze, and she subconsciously reached for her ring finger, only to find it empty; she had already taken it off and put it in her bag.
The village wasn't well-lit; there were hardly any streetlights, and it was really dark at night. The meager moonlight didn't provide much illumination, at least not for Song Nuan, who wasn't used to mountain village life.
So she didn't know how Li Jingchen discovered she wasn't wearing a ring.
She glanced at herself in the small frame and confirmed that she was almost completely dark in the lens.
"Wear it." Song Nuan said casually.
Li Jingchen chuckled and said calmly, "The diamond on the ring is a natural blue diamond. It will glow naturally at night. Let me see your hand."
Damn it, this man.
She pretended not to hear, saying, "The signal is bad, I'll hang up now."
"You dare—"
Before he could finish speaking, a message appeared on the screen: The call has been disconnected.
Li Jingchen sneered and tossed his phone aside.
Although I had expected it, I still couldn't help but get angry when I saw that she really didn't care about the gift he gave her. I could let other things go, but didn't she know what the ring meant?
Turning around, Song Nuan was startled by a head behind her.
Xu Yiran grinned, looking a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
After saying that, she felt it was inappropriate and changed her words: "Actually, I didn't hear anything, not a single word, don't worry."
Her desperate attempt to explain perfectly illustrated the meaning of "protesting too much."
"You don't need to be so nervous. I didn't say anything to him, so it's okay if you heard it." Song Nuan didn't seem to care much, took back her phone, and went inside.
Xu Yiran quickly followed.
Seeing that Song Nuan looked natural and showed no signs of sadness or anger, her gossip instincts were instantly ignited.
"So that ring was a gift from Li Jingchen."
Xu Yiran had seen it once at the sink; Song Nuan had casually taken it off and forgotten to take it with her. As a second-generation rich kid, she could at least distinguish good from bad jewelry and diamonds, even if she wasn't an expert.
That ring is obviously expensive.
She thought Song Nuan had spent a lot of money to buy it herself, but she didn't expect it to be a gift from Li Jingchen.
Why did he give you a ring? Did he confess his feelings to you? Or propose to you?
Song Nuan glared at her, "You haven't even been together yet, what kind of marriage proposal are you talking about? You want to jump from the ground to the sky in one step?"
Xu Yiran smiled wickedly, understanding the unspoken message: "So that's a confession."
No, not exactly.
"Huh?" Xu Yiran was shocked. She jumped up and circled around her. "He gave you a ring, but it wasn't a proposal or a confession. Why did he give you a ring? Does he have too much money to burn?"
"I think so."
"..."
Xu Yiran cursed him a few times in her heart, calling him a scumbag, and pulled Song Nuan to sit on the mahogany chair. "Don't talk about him. By accepting this ring, do you really accept him?"
"It's just a ring, it doesn't have that much meaning."
"Do you even believe it yourself?" Xu Yiran looked at her, exasperated. "If you like him, why don't you admit it?"
Do you like him?
They liked each other, but neither of them took that step, maintaining this strange yet harmonious balance, as if they had tacitly agreed to it.
She sometimes felt strange about herself.
In fact, she knew very well that if Li Jingchen proposed to be together, she would most likely refuse. Although she liked him, she had no reason to be with him.
This ambiguous relationship is most suitable for them. Taking it too far would cause them to clash, while taking it back, given their pride, would likely lead to them never speaking to each other again.
"Liking something doesn't put food on the table," she said.
Xu Yiran stroked her chin, finding the idea reasonable, and nodded in agreement. "I still think Ouyang Zhoujing is better."
Finally, she shook her head again, "That won't work either. Just thinking about having Ouyang Chengyi's sister-in-law is despairing. His family relationships are too complicated, which is a big no-no."
Song Nuan gave her a look as if she were mentally challenged, shook her head, and went to bed.
She took the ring out of her bag, and as if possessed, crawled into bed and took it out again. Sure enough, the diamond emitted a faint blue light, soft and cool, and was very beautiful.
After admiring it, Song Nuan put it back in her bag.
The next morning at seven o'clock, Song Nuan got up on time, ten minutes earlier than her alarm clock.
She called out to Xu Yiran, but there was no response after several calls. So she pushed her, and as soon as she touched her body, Song Nuan realized something was wrong.
It's too hot.
My whole body is burning hot.
While on the phone with Qiu Rong, Song Nuan patted her face, "Yi Ran, wake up, can you hear me? How are you feeling now?"
Xu Yiran was sleeping soundly, muttering something in a low, indistinct voice, and not a single word could be heard.
But you could tell she wasn't sleeping soundly.
Qiu Rong answered the phone.
"Mr. Qiu, Yi Ran seems to have a fever and is unconscious. Could you please find a doctor for me?"
Qiu Rong was immediately overwhelmed upon hearing this. He had a feeling yesterday that something was going to happen to this girl, but he didn't expect that she would start to have a fever after only one night.
"I'll be right there."
Song Nuan used a cold towel to cool her body down, and soon Qiu Rong arrived with her people.
"Doctor, let the doctor..." take a look.
She didn't say the last few words. The moment Song Nuan saw the person behind Qiu Rong, she couldn't say anything at all.
She didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment.
Just like she didn't know why Ouyang Zhoujing suddenly appeared here.
"Let me check it first," he said.
Song Nuan silently stepped aside.
Ouyang Zhoujing can actually treat illnesses?
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