She obediently went to the kitchen to eat.
Song Nuan used to feel happy when he cooked a table full of dishes for her, but now she only feels mockery.
What does it matter that the high and mighty CEO Li cooks for her? To him, it might just be a trivial matter. Because he is rich, the effort he puts in is all the more precious.
For him, this was a shortcut to winning her favor.
How could he not understand this principle?
And she was so foolish to realize that when Qin Yuchuan betrayed her, he only showed a little bit of tenderness, and he easily dragged her into another emotional abyss.
She was too out of her mind.
Song Nuan silently repeated the actions of picking up food, putting it in her mouth, and chewing. Li Jingchen asked her, "How does it taste?"
She couldn't taste the difference; it tasted like chewing wax.
But she still nodded, forcing a stiff smile, "Not bad, it's quite delicious."
What do you want to eat tomorrow?
Having just had a fight, Song Nuan really wasn't in the mood to discuss such topics with him. She knew very well that even if they both kept silent and didn't mention Zhong Qingya or his marriage, they still couldn't erase the scars etched on their relationship.
Besides, she couldn't truly turn a blind eye.
She's been incredibly generous.
Upon learning that he had a fiancée, she did not choose to leave, but instead expressed her firm choice to him in front of Li Guanyu.
But what did she get in return for all that she did?
It was the marriage announcement made by the Li family, the wedding date with less than a month remaining, and the birthday banquet that Zhong Qingya was throwing for him.
She put down her chopsticks expressionlessly. "I have an appointment to have dinner at Shimao City tomorrow, so I won't be eating at home."
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Jingchen's gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared into her eyes, his tone calm and casual, as if asking, "With whom?"
Song Nuan frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure showing between her brows.
Li Jingchen recalled what Xu Yiran had said when she accompanied him home last night, and naturally assumed that Song Nuan had made an appointment with her.
He pursed his lips slightly, "I'll take you tomorrow."
Song Nuan glanced at him but didn't say anything. Her resistance to his enthusiastic flattery was written all over her face.
"Whatever you want," she said.
That evening, Song Nuan took a shower first, then locked the door in the master bedroom, clearly indicating her intention to sleep in a separate room.
When Li Jingchen realized that the door couldn't be opened, he understood what she meant.
He turned and left with the cigarette in his hand.
Shimao City Clubhouse.
An Sze waved his hand, dismissing the people in the private room. The deafening music was replaced by a melodious piano piece, which was out of place in the dark-colored room.
He opened the cigarette pack on the table and clicked his tongue. "You smoked more than a dozen cigarettes in one night. What, are you craving a cigarette?"
Li Jingchen silently exhaled a puff of smoke.
Judging from his appearance, An Szeze knew that he had probably quarreled with Song Nuan, which was why he came to the club to drink and smoke heavily.
The only thing that could damage their relationship lately is his marriage to Zhong Qingya. An Sze poured him a glass of water. "The marriage hasn't been settled yet?"
"not yet."
He stubbed out his cigarette, threw it in the ashtray, and took out a new one.
An Sze frowned deeply, snatched the cigarette, and threw it into the trash can. "Stop smoking. Are you really planning to marinate yourself? You can stand it, but I can't."
Li Jingchen raised his eyes and gave him a cold, sidelong glance.
An Sze had a terrible headache. "Look at the state you've become!"
Li Jingchen calmly withdrew his gaze, picked up his coat, draped it over his arm, and said in a lower, hoarse voice, "Bring Cheng Yi back, and take her to Shimao City tomorrow."
Why bring her to Shimao City?
He walked away, saying, "You can take her there."
An Sze scratched the back of his head, puzzled.
At the entrance of the club, Lin Xuan was already waiting for him in his car. As soon as he got into the back seat, Lin Xuan asked, "President Li, Zhong Qingya has already moved into the Li residence, and..."
He suddenly found it difficult to speak.
Li Jingchen asked coldly, "Give back what?"
"They even had some personal clothing delivered to your various properties."
"What?" Li Jingchen frowned in disbelief, initially thinking he had misheard. "What on earth is this crazy woman trying to do?"
Lin Xuan chuckled, "She said she's preparing clothes now in case she doesn't have any to change into when she goes to stay there later."
Li Jingchen was utterly speechless, and muttered a curse, "Has it been sent to the flower garden yet?"
“I also sent someone to take it,” Lin Xuan said, “but I stopped them. Miss Zhong will probably find out soon that Miss Song is living with you in the garden.”
Although the marriage was arranged, only the Li and Zhong families knew how much mutual loathing lay beneath this world-renowned union.
Li Jingchen has someone he loves.
Zhong Qingya appeared to be very satisfied with her fiancé, but it was only a momentary impulse to conquer him. To say that she liked Li Jingchen was simply an overstatement.
Zhong Qingya took a graceful sip of wine, watching the Maybach drive away outside the window, and smiled faintly.
Beneath her was a male model with striking features.
She straddled him, put down her wine glass, and just as she stood up, the male model grabbed her hand. "Baby, it hasn't started yet, where are you going?"
The man's crotch area is noticeably protruding.
Zhong Qingya smiled disdainfully. If it weren't for the fact that his figure resembled Li Jingchen's somewhat, she wouldn't have wanted to touch him at all. She had never been interested in men from service establishments.
"QR code for receiving payment".
"What?" The male model didn't react.
"Give me the payment QR code."
He paused for a few seconds, then immediately took out his WeChat, opened the QR code for receiving payments, and Zhong Qingya scanned it and transferred 50,000 yuan to him.
The male model opened his eyes wide.
fifty thousand!
"Baby, why did you transfer so much money to me?"
Zhong Qingya was speechless. Her face was clearly beaming with joy at getting something for nothing, so why was she pretending to be nice to her?
"You can get lost now."
"That's it?" The man couldn't believe it. After seeing Zhong Qingya nod, he immediately grabbed his things and left.
Zhong Qingya was left alone in the private room in an instant.
She opened the photo album, sent it to an unmarked number, got up, went to the next private room, and knocked on the door.
"Didn't I tell you not to bother me..." Upon seeing the person in front of him, An Sze's voice stopped abruptly. He frowned almost imperceptibly, his face full of dislike.
"You are An Sze-ze."
"No, you've mistaken me for someone else, ma'am." He slammed the door shut.
Zhong Qingya's voice still rang out at the door, "I'm just reminding you, you'd better delete tonight's surveillance footage. I just ran into Li Jingchen at the door, he smelled strongly of alcohol, and he mistook me for—"
The door opened again.
An Sze-tse had a sour face.
Zhong Qingya stopped talking and just stared at him and laughed, which annoyed An Sze. She was ugly and he didn't know what she was laughing about with her big teeth showing.
He was very impatient. "Just say what you have to say."
Zhong Qingya was unusually nice. "He mistook me for Song Nuan and hugged and kissed me."
She smiled shyly and continued, "I sent the photos to Song Nuan. Of course, I didn't take a picture of my face. I guess she'll come here to check the surveillance footage soon."
"If my information is correct, she should also be a shareholder of this club, right?"
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