Song Nuan stared intently at him, her almond-shaped eyes practically spitting fire.
Looking for a new job?
Is that how he sees her?
In the darkness, the man's smile was utterly cold. "What, are you angry because I hit the nail on the head?"
She tried desperately to shake off Li Jingchen's hand, but to no avail. The difference in their strength was too great, and she was unable to break free.
"Does President Li even have the time to meddle in other people's business?"
With a cold expression, she clung tightly to the car door, refusing to let go even though her hand was slightly cut.
"Instead of focusing on other people's private lives, Mr. Li should pay more attention to his soon-to-be wife and have some boundaries with other women."
Li Jingchen almost ground his back teeth to powder.
Not a single word was something he wanted to hear.
"That's really something."
Li Jingchen sneered, forcibly pulling her hand away. When he got angry, Song Nuan had no ability to resist and was thrown into the back seat and the car door was locked.
He stepped on the gas and the car drove away.
Only Song Nuan's car remained in place, along with a few passersby who watched the commotion without approaching.
Just then, a figure came running from afar.
"I hope nothing bad will happen?" Passersby discussed with some concern. "I don't think that woman wanted to go with him at all; she looked like she was being forced."
Ouyang Zhoujing, panting heavily, finished inspecting Song Nuan's car, took out his phone from the passenger seat, and turned to look at the two people who were discussing.
The two were unaware.
"It can't be that serious. They obviously know each other. It's probably just a young couple having a fight."
"Didn't you hear that woman call him President Li? They're getting married... Could she already be married?"
"You heard that too? That woman is obviously a mistress, trying to force her way into the man's position. Unfortunately, the man isn't willing. He probably can't bear to part with her, but he also can't bear to part with the man himself."
Ouyang Zhoujing walked over to them.
The two immediately fell silent, looking at him with confusion.
Where did the people in that car go?
One of the short-haired girls gave him a strange look and sized him up. "She left with another guy."
Which direction?
The short-haired girl pointed ahead.
Ouyang Zhoujing had a general idea of what was going on. He nodded slightly, thanked them, and turned to leave.
...
Wanhua Garden is very quiet.
It was so quiet that Song Nuan could hear the croaking of frogs outside the villa, even though she didn't know where the frogs in the upscale villa area came from.
She was no stranger to Wanhua Garden, having lived there for a period of time.
The room's decor remains unchanged, just like before.
For some reason, Song Nuan felt nauseous and even inexplicably developed goosebumps all over her arms.
The door was opened.
Li Jingchen carried a fruit platter into the room and placed it on the table. He had just taken a shower and had a faint fragrance on his body, the pine scent that Song Nuan used to love the most.
She turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
"How long are you going to argue with me?"
The man's deep, magnetic voice rang out, as pleasant as ever, but Song Nuan only felt annoyed.
I'm incredibly annoyed.
She remained silent. Li Jingchen, whose patience was running out, lifted her chin and said, "Nuan Nuan, choose carefully while you still have options. Don't push yourself into a dead end."
Song Nuan curled her lips in self-deprecation.
"Choice? What kind of choice are you talking about? Giving up Zhou Jing and choosing you? Li Jingchen, do you think that me staying by your side is the wise choice?"
He frowned slightly, and although he didn't answer, his subconscious action revealed his thoughts.
Song Nuan smiled with relief.
"We are impossible. How many times do I need to say that?"
"Song Nuan, put your hand on your heart and tell me you don't like me at all. Do you dare to say it?"
"..."
She turned her head away in embarrassment.
Li Jingchen pulled her into his arms, ignoring her struggles, and held her tightly, wishing he could embed her into his body and make her never leave him for the rest of her life.
He whispered soothingly in her ear, "Nuan Nuan, stop making a fuss, okay?"
“I’ve never been making a fuss.”
"Then tell me, are you and Zhou Jing really together?"
Song Nuan gritted her teeth and looked at him with a firm gaze, "Yes."
It was quiet, eerily quiet.
Two gazes collided in mid-air, each sharper than the last, neither willing to yield, their eyes locked in a silent battle, the smoke of battle gradually dissipating.
After a long pause, Li Jingchen curled his lips into a cold smile, "Liar."
Believe it or not, it's up to you.
Song Nuan was too lazy to waste words with him. Similarly, she didn't ask about the Berlin Jewelry matter, not because she didn't care, but because she forced herself not to care.
Because the result was the same when I asked.
The facts were right in front of her; there was no need to decode them or confirm them with Li Jingchen.
The man in front of her didn't care about her at all when it came to real benefits.
Since she doesn't care, is there any need for her to keep asking?
"You're going to marry him?"
"What's it to you?"
Li Jingchen said with a stern face, "Don't forget, I still have some Song's shares. Song Nuan, think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of angering me."
His fist tightened more and more.
Song Nuan forced a smile and squeezed out a single word, "Yes."
Li Jingchen laughed angrily, "Fine, very well."
Song Nuan was startled by him and was about to ask him what was wrong when, a tearing sound pierced her ears, followed by an irresistible chill enveloping her entire body.
Her clothes had been roughly ripped off by Li Jingchen.
She screamed, "What are you doing!"
Li Jingchen's eyes were bloodshot, as if he were staring at his prey, his expression ruthless yet confident of victory.
He pinned Song Nuan down on the bed.
Before she could even voice her question, her lips were captured in a kiss. He was anything but gentle; his kiss was rough and wild, like he was tearing something apart.
Song Nuan used both her hands and feet to frantically punch and pound him.
Li Jingchen remained unmoved, and even with one hand free to hold his phone, he still easily and firmly suppressed Song Nuan.
Out of the corner of her eye, Song Nuan noticed him turn on the recording, and her eyes narrowed.
A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in my heart.
Her voice trembled as she questioned, "Li Jingchen, what exactly do you want?"
He slowly removed his bathrobe, his narrow eyes both affectionate and ruthless. "Nuan Nuan, I didn't want to treat you like this either, but you forced me to."
Song Nuan shook her head, unable to speak.
"No matter how much Zhou Jing likes you, the Ouyang family will never allow him to marry a woman who has a relationship with me. Just give up on that idea."
Having said all that, how could Song Nuan not guess what he was planning to do?
She rarely cries.
At this moment, tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, blurring her vision so that she could neither see Li Jingchen clearly nor hear him.
She couldn't hear what Li Jingchen was saying after that.
With tears streaming down her face, she hysterically yelled at him, "Li Jingchen, if you dare to do this, I will hate you for the rest of my life!"
Li Jingchen smiled upon hearing this.
Their movements became gentler.
He gently stroked Song Nuan's face, brushed aside the stray hairs on her cheeks, and placed delicate kisses on the corners of her eyes, cheeks, and lips, his eyes filled with deep affection, as if he were treating something precious.
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