The cruise ship offers all kinds of food, but Song Nuan didn't have much of an appetite, so she ordered a light bowl of porridge.
Ouyang Zhoujing glanced at it silently, then instructed the chef to prepare more meat dishes. After they were served, Song Nuan didn't touch a single chopstick, instead scooping spoonfuls of porridge into her mouth.
He kept watching her, but she didn't notice, engrossed in her food... well, more like lost in thought.
"Try this?" Ouyang Zhoujingxin took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it on a plate, then handed it to her. "The chef is from the South, and he makes very good Cantonese dishes."
Song Nuan politely smiled and said, "Thank you."
After he finished speaking, silence fell again.
Apart from the piece of chicken that Ouyang Zhoujing gave her, Song Nuan ate nothing else during the entire meal except for porridge.
"Is Du Kangtao's matter bothering you a lot?"
Song Nuan didn't know why he asked that, and shook her head, "No."
"Your unhappiness is written all over your face." As he spoke, Ouyang Zhoujing snapped a picture of her with his phone. Song Nuan didn't even have time to react before the photo was taken.
He handed over his phone. "Look."
Song Nuan craned her neck to look, speechless, and then deleted the photo immediately, saying, "It's so ugly."
"Not ugly."
"You want to keep this as an embarrassing photo, don't you?" Song Nuan glared at him angrily, her cheeks puffed out, regaining some of her lively spirit. Ouyang Zhoujing watched with a smile and put his phone away.
The restaurant was nearly empty, and the handsome man and beautiful woman made the scene a stark contrast to what others were seeing.
But neither of them noticed.
As soon as they left, the woman in the corner dialed a number, her smile widening, "Take a look at the photo I sent you. Do you recognize the man in the photo?"
The person on the other end exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Ouyang Zhoujing?"
"Which Ouyang Zhoujing?"
“The Ouyang family is one of the four major families in Liangcheng. He is currently in charge of the Ouyang Group. He also has a younger sister named Ouyang Chengyi, and he doesn’t get along well with the women around him.”
The woman narrowed her eyes, noticing a different scent.
...
In the suite, Ouyang Zhoujing was taking a shower, while Song Nuan sat in the living room watching TV, though she wasn't really paying attention at all.
When she returned, Ouyang Zhoujing asked her why she seemed distracted and whether it was related to Du Kangtao, but she denied it.
In fact, she knew that the moment she saw Du Kangtao's face, the answer to her question about him was already known—she was almost certain that Du Kangtao was her uncle.
He looks very much like Du Fanyu.
But Song Nuan didn't feel happy at all, and she couldn't explain why.
Just then, my phone rang.
She hesitated for a few seconds before answering the phone when Li Jingchen called.
His voice sounded tired yet tinged with amusement. "I just finished work. Did you need something this afternoon? Lin Xuan told me you called him too."
"It's nothing."
The man hummed in response, oblivious to her odd behavior. "My flight back to Liangcheng is tomorrow. Where are you?"
"Aren't you not going back until the day after tomorrow?"
"Originally, I was going to finish the meeting today and go back a day early." Li Jingchen's voice was deep, yet it sounded like he was pleading, "I wanted to go back to see you sooner."
Even when this man is at his most affectionate, he rarely says things like he wants to see her.
His mouth is as hard as stone, difficult to pry open or chisel.
Song Nuan had mixed feelings. She didn't know why he wouldn't let her see Du Kangtao, and she also didn't know how far he and Zhong Qingya had progressed, or whether they would get married.
On the other hand, she couldn't help but fall for him and like him.
"I don't……"
Ouyang Zhoujing suddenly came out of the bathroom. "Song Nuan, have you seen my clothes?"
She paused for a second, then immediately covered the microphone of her phone. No, she hadn't done anything inappropriate with Ouyang Zhoujing, so what was there to feel guilty about?
Just as he was thinking this, Li Jingchen's icy voice rang out: "Who?"
Before she could answer, Ouyang Zhoujing, ignoring her words, raised his voice and asked gently, "Song Nuan, did you take my clothes?"
This time, Li Jingchen recognized who it was.
He scoffed, hung up the phone, and then, just a second later, made a video call.
Before Song Nuan could answer, a new message from Li Jingchen popped up at the top of her phone: 'Answer it, try hanging up on me and see what happens.'
"..."
She'll accept it; she's not afraid.
Song Nuan could foresee that Li Jingchen would argue with her again after reading it, but what did it have to do with her if he wanted to make himself unhappy?
She answered the video call, both out of spite and with a calm demeanor.
Just then, Ouyang Zhoujing opened the door to the master bedroom and appeared naked in her camera's view—his upper body was bare, a scarf tied around his waist, revealing his beautiful muscles.
He looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, I couldn't find the clothes. I called you, but you didn't seem to hear me."
Li Jingchen was furious.
Didn't he see Song Nuan holding her phone? Didn't he hear Song Nuan talking to him on the phone?
"Ouyang Zhoujing, do you fucking want to die?" he roared angrily, rarely so furious, slamming the documents down and knocking over everything on the table with a crash.
Lin Xuan glanced at him, then silently bent down and picked up the things.
Ouyang Zhoujing belatedly realized the subtle atmosphere.
He glanced at Song Nuan, then at the phone in her hand, and casually walked towards her, his steps elegant and sexy. "Ah Jing, you might have misunderstood something."
Li Jingchen roared through the phone, "What are you doing coming over here? Get lost!"
Ouyang Zhoujing obediently stopped.
At this distance, Song Nuan could see the texture of his skin even more clearly.
She wanted to remind Li Jingchen, but before she could speak, he cursed, "Do you have an exhibitionist fetish? What are you doing, walking around in front of Song Nuan without any clothes on?"
"Didn't you tell me not to move?"
Did I tell you to come out naked?
Ouyang Zhoujing thought he was like an unreasonable woman and was too lazy to argue with him. "My clothes are right next to Song Nuan. If you won't let me go over there, I have no choice but to do this."
Why were his clothes with Song Nuan?
Li Jingchen's face was so dark it was unbearable to look at, and every breath he exhaled was hot.
"Song Nuan, go back to your room now and lock the door."
Song Nuan: "This is his room."
"Why are you in his room?" Li Jingchen laughed out of anger. He was so angry that he didn't even realize that the room's decor was that of a cruise ship.
Given his current condition, Song Nuan felt that even if she explained, Li Jingchen wouldn't listen.
Besides, she came to see Du Kangtao without his permission.
"I don't think you want to hear an explanation."
Li Jingchen sneered, "Song Nuan, what are you being so self-righteous about? In a man's room in the middle of the night, when I wasn't there, you're that thirsty?"
The call was on speakerphone, so not only she heard these words, but also Ouyang Zhoujing.
Her face was a mixture of pale and ashen, looking extremely unsightly.
"Li Jingchen, watch your mouth! I have serious business with him, don't let your mind be filled with filthy things."
Her defense only fueled Li Jingchen's anger.
"Me, despicable?" His words were sharper than a dagger. "Is it my words that are despicable, or am I just stating the facts and you're trying to shift the blame?"
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