"Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I'll say it again: let's part ways amicably."
The woman's calm and indifferent voice pulled him back from his wandering thoughts.
Qin Yuchuan took a deep breath.
Everything from the past played back in his mind like a revolving lantern, scene after scene. He and Song Nuan had known each other for over twenty years and had seen each other at their worst.
A clean break?
As long as he doesn't want to, they can't break up!
"Tell me, what are your reasons for insisting on a divorce?"
reason?
In the past, if Qin Yuchuan had asked her this question, she could have listed a hundred reasons without repeating herself. But now, after he asked her, she couldn't think of any other reasons.
Just like how this marriage has come to this point, it's a natural development, and it was a foreseeable outcome when the inheritance agreement with the grandfather was signed.
Even his betrayal during that time became insignificant.
With a slight smirk, she said nonchalantly, "No reason needed. If you have nothing else to say, I'm hanging up. I'm busy."
"I will not get a divorce."
Song Nuan's finger, which was about to press the hang-up button, froze in mid-air.
She asked coldly, "What do you mean?"
“Song Nuan, things are fine as they are now, aren’t they? Ningxue and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Since you and Lu Ziyang are also innocent, why can’t we go back to how things were before?”
Song Nuan scoffed at his words. His logic was beyond what ordinary people could comprehend, and she was too lazy to waste her breath arguing with him.
"The hurt you caused me cannot be erased with a simple 'it's okay,' Qin Yuchuan. Let me tell you the truth, I'm not holding it against you because we made a deal, not because I truly forgive you. Forget about it."
She finished speaking in one breath and hung up the phone with a cold look in her eyes.
The busy tone suddenly rang out.
He slammed his phone on the table, then coldly raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly sweeping over the top shelf of the cabinet, where a photo framed a picture of him and Song Nuan from their high school graduation.
The photo appears to be covered in dust and has become blurry.
He stared blankly, momentarily lost in thought, trying to recall something, but found that his memories of Song Nuan had been blurred out, as if they had been censored.
It clearly exists, yet we cannot see it.
Zheng Siyuan knocked on the door, the sound interrupting his thoughts.
"President Qin, the HR department has sent over several resumes of applicants for the project department. I've screened them, and one of them has a good resume and performance record. Would you like to take a look?" Zheng Siyuan asked.
The project manager position has been open for a while, and there are many qualified applicants, but they all eventually get stuck at the Qin Yuchuan hurdle.
Normally, Qin Yuchuan wouldn't need to get involved in such matters.
This is already one of the many resumes Zheng Siyuan has handed over.
He knew very well that Qin Yuchuan's only choice was Song Nuan, so he didn't have any hope today either.
As expected.
Qin Yuchuan didn't even look at it this time, and said, "No need for noodles."
Zheng Siyuan's eyelids twitched.
Just as he was about to leave the office, Qin Yuchuan spoke up again: "Song Nuan has an assistant named Fang Yu, let's promote her directly."
"ah?"
Fang Yu's mouth formed an "O" shape as she picked at her ear and asked incredulously, "A promotion?"
Zheng Siyuan pushed up his glasses and went through the process without a smile. "That's right, the HR department will handle the formalities for you this week, and you'll move into the office. This is part of the monthly fixed-term arrangement for managers. Take a look."
He mumbled a lot of things, and Fang Yu was completely confused, but fortunately she didn't miss any important information.
After Zheng Siyuan left, she was still somewhat dazed.
After regaining his senses, he immediately notified Song Nuan.
"Hey, Sister Nuan, I got promoted! I'm now the project manager!"
'Congratulations. '
Song Nuan smiled slightly. Regardless of whether Qin Yuchuan chose Fang Yu because of her recommendation, it at least proved that he had given up using work as an excuse to blackmail her.
Song Nuan was in a wonderful mood.
Back in her room, enveloped in warmth, she had just taken off her coat when suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
My back felt warm.
And the fresh, clean scent of a man after a shower.
Even a fool could tell who it was. Song Nuan didn't turn around, but tossed her coat onto the sofa and said indifferently, "I'm going to rest."
"What a coincidence, I was also about to take a break."
A deep, seductive voice rang out above her head. His large hand easily gripped her waist, and with a forceful lift, Song Nuan was lifted up and then thrown onto the bed.
“Together,” he said.
A blush crept across Song Nuan's face. "Behave yourself!"
"Am I not being honest?"
"Why don't you take your hand away before you speak?" Song Nuan pointed angrily at his hand.
Li Jingchen lowered his eyes, looking at his hand covering her buttocks, and the corners of his lips curved up. As if he hadn't heard her warning, he pulled off her pajama pants in a flash.
"Li Jingchen—"
She kicked him hard.
Of course, the kick missed. As if he had expected it, the man easily grabbed her ankle the moment she raised her foot.
Song Nuan's face turned as red as if she had been burned.
I don't know if it was from anger or some other reason.
Li Jingchen tacitly acknowledged that she was angry, after all, when this woman saw him at the club, she was not at all like a shy and innocent person.
"Don't move around, or you'll get hurt."
He even started threatening her?
Song Nuan glared at him, "You promised me you wouldn't do anything, that's why I let you sleep in the master bedroom. If you do anything without my permission again, get out!"
She sounded fierce, but her words weren't really threatening.
Li Jingchen pulled the blanket over her and then reached for the remote control to turn up the temperature.
"I'm a normal man." He looked down at her, a half-smile on his face. "I've already reached my limit by not touching you for a few days. If I can remain unmoved, aren't you worried that something might go wrong with me?"
"I……"
His cool lips covered hers, silencing the words she hadn't spoken.
A night of absurdity.
The next day, Song Nuan slept until the sun was high in the sky, and her first thought upon waking was—
We must sleep in separate rooms!
Song Nuan gritted her teeth, her body aching and sore. She leaned against the wall as she walked out of the room, and as soon as she stepped outside, she smelled a familiar stench.
Her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but sniff it twice.
She suddenly remembered that the nourishing soup Li Jingchen had given her last night tasted the same.
Is he cooking again?
"What are we having for lunch?" she asked, craning her neck as she walked wearily out of the kitchen.
Li Jingchen brought out the soup, "Drink this first."
A foul odor wafted over.
Song Nuan pinched her nose, took a few steps back, and said with a face full of resistance, "I don't want to."
"It's fine if you don't want to drink." He glanced at her indifferently, put down the bowl, and said, "It seems you're in good health. You can continue tonight."
continue?
Continue what?
Song Nuan picked up the bowl and downed it in one gulp.
Li Jingchen chuckled softly and took the empty bowl from her. "I'm going out this afternoon and haven't cooked. What would you like to eat? I'll order takeout."
"Okay," she replied, her tone subtly excited.
Li Jingchen could tell at a glance that she was secretly plotting something again, but he still didn't say anything.
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