Wen Hua did not deny it, "But this child has always been strong-willed. What he gets through his own efforts is fundamentally different from what he gets through his family."
Li Jingchen smiled silently.
When you've reached their level, what's the point of talking about essence?
Once the goal is achieved, that's enough. Why not utilize personal connections and still rely on self-reliance to break free from the family?
Windsor's achievements are inseparable from the family's nurturing.
That's like talking nonsense.
Ouyang Zhoujing also realized that Wen Hua would not give up until he achieved his goal, so he asked, "So?"
Cheng Yi dropped out of school and issued a public apology.
Ouyang Zhoujing retorted without hesitation, "Impossible."
Neither dropping out of school nor issuing a public apology is possible.
"Cheng Yi is certainly at fault, but she doesn't deserve this. Since President Wen is so eager to avenge his niece, why not investigate who let Windsor go to the activity room and who locked the door?"
Ouyang Zhoujing said coldly, "Since we're going to hold someone accountable, let's first determine who's responsible. Cheng Yi can't take the blame for something this big!"
Wen Hua's attitude was also very firm: he wanted Ouyang Chengyi to drop out of school and apologize.
The negotiations broke down.
The three parted on bad terms.
Li Jingchen and Ouyang Zhoujing did not return to the garage. Instead, they stood at the hospital entrance, where the snow had piled up to the height of a step.
Ouyang Zhoujing rarely smokes, almost never, but now he suddenly has the urge to smoke.
“Cheng Yi transferring schools isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Li Jingchen said.
"The essence of this is not that she is innocent, but the consequences are beyond what she should bear."
Ouyang Zhoujing glanced at him sideways, "Did Song Nuan really see Cheng Yi lock the door?"
There's an element of doubt in that statement.
"She doesn't lie."
"Jing, are you sure you know her well?"
Li Jingchen narrowed his eyes dangerously, his voice carrying a warning, "Zhou Jing, watch your words. Song Nuan has no reason to harm Cheng Yi. Even if she did, Cheng Yi deserved it."
Is it Cheng Yi's fault?
The smile on Ouyang Zhoujing's face faded.
The brotherhood that had lasted for many years was reduced to its lowest point at this moment.
“Song Nuan changed her tune after meeting with Windsor alone, so I couldn’t help but overthink it.”
Ouyang Zhoujing scoffed, "Besides, Cheng Yi hasn't wronged her at all. She hasn't failed to admit any of the mistakes she should have made or apologized for. I promised not to let her sister have any contact with Cheng Yi, and I've kept my word. The deal is done, there's no debt owed. It's such a simple principle, Song Nuan doesn't understand, and neither do you?"
Li Jingchen chuckled softly.
His smile was nonchalant, yet a fierce undercurrent seemed to be swirling within his dark eyes.
Because of a cold, his voice was hoarse and several octaves lower than usual, carrying a chilling tone. "Zhou Jing, if it weren't for the relationship between the Ouyang and Li families, do you think I would have let Cheng Yi off so easily after what happened last time?"
The man's handsome face was expressionless, colder than the falling snow.
"You can ask Song Nuan to change her address if you want."
Ouyang Zhoujing's brow twitched slightly.
Li Jingchen pointed to the snow under his feet, "No need to soak in cold water. Just have Cheng Yi strip naked and bury herself in this snow for half an hour. I guarantee that Song Nuan won't help the Wen family."
"..."
Ouyang Zhoujing's face was unusually grim.
This is utter nonsense.
He wouldn't even agree to dropping out of school, let alone stripping naked and burying himself in the snow for half an hour in sub-zero temperatures.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a personal humiliation.
Dropping out of school would at least mean losing face in the industry for a while, but Li Jingchen's demands... at best you'd just feel humiliated, at worst you'd lose your life.
“Ah Jing, you’ve done enough absurd things for Song Nuan.”
absurd?
Li Jingchen didn't think much of it. He lit a cigarette and only stubbed it out after Ouyang Zhoujing's figure disappeared from sight. He then turned and walked towards the garage.
He took off his coat, afraid that the smell of smoke would bother her.
As soon as Song Nuan looked up, she saw a man dressed in thin clothes walking slowly towards her. Although he was walking normally and casually, his aura was very powerful.
He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and was immediately greeted by a blast of cold air.
Song Nuan didn't say anything, but turned up the temperature inside the car.
"Shall we go out for dinner tonight?" he asked her, but it didn't sound like he was asking for her opinion, because he had already turned on the navigation and the destination was a Chinese restaurant.
Song Nuan hummed in agreement.
She wanted to ask them what they talked about, but felt it was inappropriate, so she held back.
A few days later, Song Nuan learned from Xiao Yue that Ouyang Chengyi had dropped out of school.
She was a little surprised, but it was also within her expectations.
Li Jingchen has been particularly busy lately. Last night, she got up at four o'clock to go to the bathroom and saw that the study light was still on.
“Sister Song Nuan.” Windsor’s voice immediately pulled her back to reality. “Didn’t you sleep well last night? Your dark circles are quite prominent.”
Song Nuan gave a slight smile. "Yeah, I had a bit of insomnia last night."
Windsor invited her to dinner again today.
Since she had nothing better to do, Song Nuan came over.
This time, Windsor was alone and didn't bring Jiang Xu with her.
She exclaimed, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes, "I also had insomnia for a while before. My third uncle found a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe a formula for me, and it was quite effective. Why don't you give it a try?"
Song Nuan smiled and politely declined, "Why didn't Jiang Xu come?"
Windsor was taken aback when she heard her ask about Jiang Xu. She paused for a few seconds before replying, "His advisor needs to speak with him."
"You guys seem quite busy." Song Nuan smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
After dinner, Song Nuan declined Windsor's invitation to go shopping, citing family matters, and took a taxi back to her hotel.
She first called Li Jingchen, but he didn't answer even after the phone rang for a long time.
I guess he's busy again.
Song Nuan sent him a WeChat message: 'Shall I pack some food to take back for you?'
Five minutes later, the man replied with a "Okay".
She's pretty aloof.
Li Jingchen is very picky about food; the young master's quirks have always been there. Song Nuan chose a high-end French restaurant, just a few hundred meters away, and she planned to walk there.
He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he suddenly received a call from Cen Wan.
Song Nuan's heart skipped a beat. Cen Wan rarely called her. Could it be that she had news about her mother?
With trembling fingers, she tapped the call button, "Aunt Cen."
"Nuan Nuan, Lei Miao has been found."
Song Nuan stared in surprise, her eyes widening in astonishment, and joy instantly filled her heart.
However, the next second—
"But her condition is very bad right now. She's in the hospital emergency room, and the doctor has issued a critical condition notice. I'm on my way there. Do you want to go to the hospital?"
The light in her eyes dimmed instantly.
"I'm coming over now, Aunt Cen. Please send me the address."
The hospital is in a neighboring city.
Even the fastest express train takes at least two hours to get there.
As she watched the scenery rushing past the window, Song Nuan grew increasingly anxious, a strong sense of unease engulfing her entire being.
Suddenly, the phone rang; it was Li Jingchen calling.
Oh no...
She had completely forgotten about Li Jingchen.
A deep, pleasant male voice came through the phone, "It's so late, why aren't you home yet?"
"I need to go to the Xia Lun General Hospital."
Li Jingchen frowned. "Why did you run so far?"
"Aunt Cen said..."
There was no sound.
Li Jingchen frowned even more, glanced at the screen, and asked, "Song Nuan?"
At this moment, in the car, Song Nuan looked at the black screen. No matter how she touched it, there was no response. She sighed helplessly. Why did it have to be turned off at this time?
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