He had always known that Song Nuan was very beautiful. Not only was her appearance outstanding, but the aloofness and stubbornness that emanated from her bones were also one in a million.
He wasn't inexperienced in relationships, but women were just a spice in his life.
Whether it's physical or lifestyle-related.
Even seasonings become bland and uninteresting after a while. Women who are only in it for the money can't create any fun or excitement in bed, and everything about them feels fake and boring.
Song Nuan seems different.
What kind of magic does she possess that makes Li Jingchen keep chasing after her?
He tentatively rested his chin on the top of her head, like a couple, intimate and innocent—he had been in love before, but had never acted like this with a woman.
Actually, there's nothing special about it.
Ouyang Zhoujing withdrew his movement, his eyes no longer showing their usual warmth, but instead filled with indifference.
...
"President Ouyang! President Song!"
"We've finally found you! Are you alright?"
A cacophony of sounds reached her ears, and Song Nuan struggled to open her eyes, only to be blinded by a bright light and hastily close them again.
She raised her hand to shield her eyes. "President Qiu?"
"It's me! It's me!" Qiu Rong almost cried. Heaven knows how anxious he had been on the way. "Here, this is food. Eat something to replenish your energy."
"Thanks."
She stretched out to catch it, but found her shoulder heavy. Turning her head, she saw Ouyang Zhoujing leaning on her shoulder with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
She patted his hand, "Ouyang Zhoujing?"
"Hmm?" The man slowly woke up, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his gaze slowly focused. When he saw a large group of people outside the cave entrance, his voice was calm, without any surprise, "You've come."
Song Nuan pursed her lips.
As expected of one of the heirs of the four major families, every move he makes seems to be in slow motion, like something out of an idol drama.
He's even more handsome than some male leads in idol dramas.
Ouyang Zhoujing glanced at the rescue team, frowned, and asked Qiu Rong, "Didn't you bring a stretcher?"
"We did bring it, but it started raining unexpectedly. It's already inconvenient to carry people on a stretcher up the mountain, let alone in the rain, so we put it back..."
As Qiu Rong spoke, she observed his expression. "But I found a young man who carries goods up the mountain year-round. I'll have him carry President Song down the mountain. It's both safe and fast."
Ouyang Zhoujing's gaze grew colder as he spoke.
Qiu Rong didn't know which sentence she had said wrong.
He might not know how to use the process of elimination, but he was still good at reading people's expressions. Ouyang Zhoujing's cold face proved that the arrangement did not suit his taste.
He turned his head, intending to find the young man carrying the goods and ask him to go down the mountain to get a stretcher, but found that he had already stood in front of Song Nuan.
His face was full of eager, obsequious flattery.
“I’m very steady on my back.” The young man carrying the goods squatted down, turned around and gave Song Nuan a simple and honest smile. “Get on, and I can get you down the mountain in less than an hour.”
Song Nuan reached out her hand, intending to put it on his shoulder, but Ouyang Zhoujing took a step forward and pressed her hand down.
She was puzzled.
Not only her, but Qiu Rong and the others also looked puzzled.
"No." Under Song Nuan's puzzled gaze, he uttered two words indifferently and sparingly.
The accompanying rescue team consisted of villagers familiar with the mountain roads. They were straightforward and, upon hearing this, their faces showed disdain and impatience without any attempt to hide it.
They knew these people were from a big city, and that they were supposedly the CEOs of some company, and very wealthy.
Do all rich people put on airs like this?
They're already in such a sorry state, and you still look down on them, the mountain folk?
"No? Do you want to die on the mountain without us?"
"I don't have time to waste. There's everything in the mountains. If I wait any longer, who knows what wild animals I might run into?"
Qiu Rong, who dealt directly with the villagers, immediately understood that Ouyang Zhoujing's words had aroused public outrage—it was normal for the young master to be a bit of a germaphobe, but the current situation was special.
Besides, it's on someone else's turf.
Couldn't he just be more tolerant?
Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. After Qiu Rong arrived, she had to treat the villagers well, be humble, and get along with them, afraid of accidentally upsetting them.
Ouyang Zhoujing, on the other hand, offended everyone with just one sentence... no, two words.
"That's not what he meant," Qiu Rong said with an apologetic smile. "Please give me some time, everyone, so I can try to persuade him."
"Hurry up."
The villagers didn't give them a friendly look.
The next second they saw Qiu Rong pull Ouyang Zhoujing aside—or rather, she humbly held his arm and led him away.
"President Ouyang, why didn't you let him carry President Song down the mountain?"
Before looking for a solution, you must first identify the problem; this is Qiu Rong's consistent approach to problem-solving.
Song Nuan was also waiting for his answer.
Ouyang Zhoujing looked at her, his voice devoid of emotion, "A-Jing won't agree."
Song Nuan: "..."
Only Qiu Rong was oblivious. He frowned in confusion and asked, "Ah Jing, who is that? They seem to have a lot of influence."
Song Nuan never expected that Ouyang Zhoujing was worried about this, and she was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Get the facts straight. I'm seriously injured and trapped on the mountain."
She was filled with rage and had nowhere to vent it. She thought Ouyang Zhoujing was like a lunatic, but after thinking about it a little, she felt that his words were quite in line with Li Jingchen's.
“I’ll carry you down the mountain,” he said.
Qiu Rong opened her mouth wide.
Song Nuan immediately became wary. "If he doesn't agree to me having close contact with the villagers, would he agree to me being with you?"
"If he gets angry about this, I can handle the consequences if he investigates, but what about an ordinary person?"
His voice was ghostly, clear yet piercing, and he said with a faint smile, "You don't understand the real A-Jing."
"..."
Song Nuan was persuaded by him.
Qiu Rong asked many villagers to climb the mountain late at night to help, but they refused to accept their kindness. On the way down the mountain, the villagers all had strange expressions on their faces.
She occasionally spoke a few words in the local language, which Song Nuan couldn't understand, but that didn't stop her from sensing the villagers' displeasure with her.
Ouyang Zhoujing walked steadily and didn't complain of being tired.
Qiu Rong made eight hundred feints throughout the journey, wanting to help but not knowing where to start.
He really couldn't understand Ouyang Zhoujing's intentions, but he did figure something out. It was obvious that Ouyang Zhoujing's attitude towards Song Nuan was very different.
This difference stems from a man's care for a woman, not from a client's friendly gesture towards a service provider based on self-interest.
Qiu Rong is not one to change her mind based on the wind, but she has already quietly decided that the Song family will be the first choice for the next project.
Suddenly remembering something, Qiu Rong took out her phone and snapped a picture.
Then send it to Ouyang Zhoujing.
"We've been walking for so long, do you want to rest for a while?" Qiu Rong asked Ouyang Zhoujing.
Before Ouyang Zhoujing could speak, the villager said, "Still resting? It's so late. We have to get up early to work tomorrow. We need to go to bed early tonight."
"We're not far from the foot of the mountain now. You should all know the way. You can rest if you want, but we won't wait for you."
Qiu Rong looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.
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