Xu Yiran nearly vomited blood.
She retorted angrily, "I'm friends with her, but not with her uncle. Do you think young people are like you old fogies? You want to investigate someone's entire family history after just one meeting?"
I have absolutely nothing to say to you!
Xu Yiran scoffed, "You think I only have things to talk about with you?"
Huffing and puffing, Xu Yiran tidied up the rest of her rice, then ignored him and left with her things.
She was furious.
She texted her mother: 'Mom, Dad's in the hospital ER. He'll be discharged tonight. Come pick him up.'
After sending, turn off the computer.
Xu Jiaming lay on the emergency room bed, the curtain half-drawn, only his legs visible from the bed next to him. He asked, "Brother, was that your daughter just now? She's got quite a temper."
He replied coldly, "I spoiled him, do you have a problem with that?"
The person in the next bed grimaced, muttered "crazy" under their breath, and gave up on talking to him.
Xu Jiaming's face was grave.
The Wen family—I never expected to hear news about the Wen family again in Liangcheng.
They dared to return to this land; I wonder if that family even knew about it.
...
Song Nuan ran into Ouyang Zhoujing in the underground parking garage.
He stood by the car. As soon as she got out, Ouyang Zhoujing waved to her, as if he had been waiting for her there all morning.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over.
What are you doing here?
"I came here specifically to find you, but you didn't answer the phone, so I came."
She was surprised, picked up her phone and pressed a button, only to find that it was turned off. "It was turned off, I didn't realize."
"Nothing's wrong. Did you go see Windsor today?"
Song Nuan nodded, "Don't worry, I didn't say anything, not even a word about Du Kangtao, but she showed me a news article with photos of the two of us in Yunxian."
"photo?"
She nodded. "When you carried me down the mountain, I don't know who took the picture, but you can find it online. You'd better deal with it."
Ouyang Zhoujing pondered for a moment, "Since it didn't cause a stir on the internet, it proves that the photo is probably fake. I'll have the network department investigate it later, don't worry."
Song Nuan felt that he had misunderstood her meaning.
She wanted to explain, but felt it was unnecessary; the more she said, the more mistakes she would make.
"Thanks a lot."
"It's what I should do." He smiled gently. "Since you're alright, I'll be going now."
"good."
He turned and walked towards the Bentley, but after a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Song Nuan. "By the way, are you free next Wednesday?"
"What's wrong?"
The man smiled, a handsome smile. "I'd like to ask you out to dinner. As a friend, you should give me that much face, right?"
friend?
Song Nuan felt that calling them friends was a bit abrupt, but also reasonable.
Without the identity of a friend, many things would be inexplicable.
Song Nuan could only smile and agree, "I'm not sure yet, but I'll keep the appointment if I have time."
He was fairly satisfied with the answer and drove away.
When Song Nuan returned home, Li Jingchen was already there. "You're just getting back?"
He looked somewhat unhappy.
After putting down her bag, Song Nuan walked over, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned against his broad back, instantly feeling all the pressure she had been under that day released.
He always has a reassuring charm.
Sensing the woman's unusual behavior, Li Jingchen cleaved the knife in two, leaving it standing upright on the cutting board. He turned to look at her and asked, "Did Windsor bully you today?"
Song Nuan chuckled.
"As long as you don't bully me, there aren't many people in this world who can bully me."
Li Jingchen clicked his tongue in displeasure.
Song Nuan coaxed him, "Okay, just kidding. She didn't bully me, she kept calling me 'sister' so happily, but what she said was really annoying."
Upon hearing this, Li Jingchen guessed something.
"If she's really bothered, I'll have Lin Xuan figure out a way to send her back to Country A."
Song Nuan didn't think Lin Xuan had any good ideas. "Forget it, let's make things clear today. She won't bother me anymore. You might as well tell Ouyang Chengyi to stay away from me."
"Cheng Yi?"
Li Jingchen frowned, his back stiffening. "What stupid thing has she done now?"
Song Nuan couldn't help but laugh, "No, I just said it offhand."
Windsor's intention was probably to fabricate an affair between her and Ouyang Zhoujing, tell it to Ouyang Chengyi, and instigate Ouyang Chengyi to deal with her.
Song Nuan wasn't actually too worried.
Not to mention that her relationship with Ouyang Zhoujing is still acceptable, even without Ouyang Zhoujing, there is still Li Jingchen, and even more so, An Sze.
Even without their three powerful backers, Song Nuan didn't plan to stay in Liangcheng for long.
Staying away can save you a lot of trouble.
With Li Jingchen's birthday approaching, Song Nuan has been looking through posts lately, but still hasn't decided what to give him.
I used to think he was just a poor male model who went into the adult entertainment industry, and that he would only send expensive gifts to him to save himself trouble.
Now that he's the richest man in Liangcheng, giving gifts has become a difficult task.
After failing to find anything through online surfing, Song Nuan slapped her forehead and decided to call Lin Xuan to ask, "Is there anything your CEO Li wants lately?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan looked up amidst his busy schedule.
Zhong Qingya had asked him about it a while ago, but he brushed her off.
Now that she is the future president's wife, Lin Xuan felt obligated to advance their relationship, so he said, "Miss Song, President Li has everything you need. If you really don't know what to give him, how about something unique?"
She humbly asked, "For example?"
"Make him a birthday cake yourself, or give him a marriage certificate."
"puff--"
Song Nuan spat out a mouthful of water, choking herself until her face turned red and she nearly choked to death.
Lin Xuan's voice rang out, "It's just a suggestion, Miss Song, there's no need to get excited. Whether you give it or not is up to you, but I think President Li will be very happy with whatever you give."
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome."
After hanging up the phone, Song Nuan frantically fanned herself with her palms, her face burning hot.
Marriage certificate?
Actually, it seems pretty good...
The next day, Song Nuan had just left the bakery when she received a call from Xu Yiran, "Baby, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing this form of address, Song Nuan knew something was amiss.
"Speak your mind."
"I need to go home. If you're free, could you come with me?"
Sure enough, Song Nuan knew it was no good. She didn't dare go home to face Xu's parents' fury, so she asked her to go back with her to suffer the consequences.
Before she could speak, Xu Yiran said, "Please, I've helped you so many times before. If you help me this time, we can call it even, okay?"
Song Nuan: "..."
Xu Yiran pleaded incessantly, "That old man is forcing me to go back to England. If you don't plead for me, who will?"
"Do you really want to see me sent back?"
"Waaah—"
Song Nuan's head ached from her shouting. "When?"
"Right now!"
She quickly suppressed her sobs, her laughter barely concealed. "I'll come to the garden to pick you up right away, I'll be there in five minutes!"
Song Nuan sighed, "I'm in Shimao City."
"Oh?" Xu Yiran was surprised. "Then it's even closer. I'm nearby. Go to the underground parking garage and wait for me. I'll be there in two minutes."
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