No matter how strong you are, it's still a long way of carrying someone up a mountain road, so it would be a lie to say you weren't tired.
Song Nuan could clearly hear that his breathing was much heavier than before.
She felt a pang of guilt and suggested, "Why don't we rest for a while?"
"No need, your injury can't be delayed. We need to go back and clean it and apply medicine as soon as possible." Ouyang Zhoujing refused decisively, gently lifted Song Nuan up a little, and continued walking.
Her injuries were all abrasions, nothing serious, mainly a sprained ankle.
Seeing his insistence, Song Nuan didn't say anything more.
She also wanted to go home as soon as possible.
“But…” Qiu Rong stammered, unsure whether she should say it or not.
"What's wrong?"
Upon Song Nuan's question, Qiu Rong immediately replied without hesitation, "President Ouyang, it looks like your foot is injured too. Are you really alright?"
Upon hearing this, Song Nuan was slightly taken aback.
Ouyang Zhoujing was actually injured?
"I'm fine."
"Where are you hurt? Let me see." Song Nuan wasn't so heartless as to make an injured person carry her down the mountain. She patted his shoulder and said, "Put me down."
Ouyang Zhoujing did as instructed.
The lighting was poor at night, and Ouyang Zhoujing was wearing dark trousers, so even though Qiu Rong pointed it out, she couldn't see where he was injured.
Besides, he always walks very steadily.
"Mr. Qiu, please help me down the mountain," she said to Qiu Rong.
Qiu Rong thought the suggestion was excellent and was about to nod when Ouyang Zhoujing's voice rang out, "I'll carry you on my back."
"Are you not planning to keep this leg?"
"It was just a cut from a tree branch, a superficial wound, nothing serious, I've already bandaged it up."
Song Nuan was at a loss for words. No wonder he and Li Jingchen were on good terms; their stubbornness and domineering nature were exactly the same, and they both couldn't understand human language.
The villagers were still waiting on the side.
Seeing that the group was chatting and showed no signs of stopping, someone took the lead and said, "I'm not waiting any longer, I'm sleepy, I'm going down the mountain first."
He left after saying that.
Soon there will be a second and a third.
Before long, most of the dozen or so villagers who had gone up the mountain to search for the missing had left, except for the young man carrying the goods, who looked at Song Nuan with an honest expression.
He gave a simple, shy smile. "Miss, how about I carry you down the mountain?"
Ouyang Zhoujing frowned slightly.
Song Nuan politely declined, saying, "It's not far from the hotel. I can walk back by myself. You can go back first if you're busy. My colleagues are here to take care of me, so there won't be any problems."
He let out a soft "Ah," his face clearly showing regret and dejection.
The next second he grinned sheepishly and said, "It's okay, I'll come see you again tomorrow."
"good."
Overjoyed to receive a response, he turned back repeatedly as he left. Ouyang Zhoujing took in everything, then stood in front of him expressionlessly, blocking his view.
Qiu Rong noticed and silently wiped away her cold sweat.
He decided to break the suffocating atmosphere, "Shall we take a break?"
Song Nuan nodded, and Ouyang Zhoujing didn't say anything either.
They each found a place to sit, and no one spoke. Qiu Rong felt an invisible pressure squeezing him, making him feel uncomfortable all over. He forced himself to come up with a topic.
"Mr. Song, since you are injured, you don't need to participate in the work anymore."
"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."
"Mr. Song, what are you saying?"
Song Nuan felt genuinely guilty. She and Xu Yiran hadn't been able to help at all, and had instead been adding to the burden and workload of Maple Leaf's team.
There was already a shortage of manpower.
After the pleasantries, the air fell silent again.
The ringing of a cell phone abruptly shattered the eerie silence.
This ringtone was a lifesaver. Qiu Rongshu breathed a sigh of relief and answered the call, "Manager Chen, what's wrong?"
The caller was Manager Chen from the marketing department.
"Old Qiu, is President Ouyang with you?"
"yes."
"Let him answer the phone."
"What's wrong?"
Manager Chen clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by his persistent questioning. "Just do it as instructed, why ask so many questions!"
Despite his dissatisfaction, he still explained in a low voice, "The Li family called and wants to speak to President Ouyang. You should hurry up and give him the phone so as not to delay things."
Li Group?
Who else but Li Jingchen would dare to directly name Ouyang Zhoujing?
Qiu Rong didn't dare to say anything more and handed the phone to Ouyang Zhoujing like it was a hot potato. "People from the Li Group are looking for you."
Ouyang Zhoujing raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this.
Song Nuan also looked over curiously.
"Hello," he said calmly, "Jing, is there something you need?"
Li Jingchen sneered, "Why isn't Song Nuan answering her phone? Are you with her?"
The sentence is a question, but the tone is very confident.
Ouyang Zhoujing hummed in agreement.
"Let her answer the phone."
“She’s not available right now,” Ouyang Zhoujing said. “I’ll have her call you back when she’s free.”
Li Jingchen instantly became furious. What did that tone mean? Who gave him the attitude of being the master?
He knew he shouldn't have agreed to let Song Nuan go to Yunxian.
"Weren't you going to investigate the Wen family? What, is Song Nuan's work related to what you're investigating?" he sneered. "Don't think that just because you're far away I can't do anything to you."
Ouyang Zhoujing slightly tugged at the corner of his lips and smiled faintly.
"I know you've planted someone."
Upon hearing this, Song Nuan, who had been lost in thought, looked up at him.
Ouyang Zhoujing stood up and walked a little further away. "When she goes back, you can ask her whether my staying with her now is to save her or for some other purpose."
Li Jingchen sensed something was wrong, "What's wrong with her?"
The call was abruptly disconnected.
All that came out was the robot's cold, emotionless notification voice.
Li Jingchen, his face dark, tossed his phone at him. "Lin Xuan, book the earliest flight to Yunxian."
Lin Xuan pushed up his glasses, roughly guessing that Song Nuan was the reason for his sudden outburst, and reminded him, "President Li, the day after tomorrow is your father's birthday, you have to go back to the Li family."
"Book your plane ticket first."
Seeing this, Lin Xuan didn't know what to say and nodded in agreement.
After he left, Li Jingchen dialed Li Guanyu's number. It rang for a long time before he answered.
"What is it?" Li Guanyu's gentle voice rang out.
I'm not going back the day after tomorrow.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. "We only meet once a year, and now you're not even willing to go through the formalities."
Li Jingchen's face remained expressionless. "Anyway, it makes no difference whether I'm here or not. What you need isn't for me to come and celebrate your birthday. Haven't you gotten tired of this kind of formality after all these years?"
Li Guanyu sighed almost inaudibly.
He put down his shears and stepped out of the greenhouse. The sunlight was a bit too bright today, so he raised his hand to block the light so that he could open his eyes wider.
"Why didn't you come? You have to give me a reason."
"I don't want to go."
"Jing Chen, if you insist on talking like that, then I won't give you any face."
Threaten him?
Those who attended Li Guanyu's birthday banquet were naturally not ordinary people.
He smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, "My dignity has never been given to me by you. A son missing his father's birthday banquet... You should think about how to put on your solo act in front of all the powerful clans in Liangcheng."
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