After looking at the photos, Song Nuan asked, "How popular is she?"
"It's great, but in the overseas study circle, most people are products of money. They get along well with whoever has money and power. She's incredibly generous. When she organizes a gathering, she'll casually transfer tens of thousands of yuan to people."
Song Nuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
After dinner, Xiaoyue felt bad about taking the wages for nothing and wanted to stay and take care of Song Nuan. Song Nuan didn't mind and told her to find somewhere to play while she went back to her room to sleep.
I slept straight through until 8 p.m.
Stepping out of the bedroom, Song Nuan saw Xiao Yue sitting in the living room, making a PowerPoint presentation.
Hearing the sound, Xiaoyue immediately got up. "Are you hungry? I didn't know when you woke up, so I didn't prepare dinner for you. How about I buy some ingredients and make you some authentic dishes?"
"Do you have porridge?"
"Yes, I'll go cook it."
Xiaoyue was quick and conscientious, and Song Nuan felt that the money was well spent.
Suddenly, a roaring sound came from outside the door.
Song Nuan didn't react much, but Xiao Yue came out of the kitchen in shock, ran to lock the doors and windows, and quickly turned off the lights.
"What's wrong?" Song Nuan asked.
"I don't know either, maybe there's a fight outside." Xiaoyue looked wary and nervous. Song Nuan then remembered that this was Country A, not China.
She can't be that unlucky..., can she...?
Song Nuan was speechless and uneasy. As she listened to the increasingly loud roar outside, her phone suddenly vibrated, and she instinctively threw it away.
Realizing it was just a regular phone call, Song Nuan awkwardly picked it up again.
I accidentally clicked the call button.
Suddenly a familiar, deep voice rang out, "I know where you are. Even if you lock the door, it won't help."
Song Nuan was stunned.
She got up and went to open the window. Xiaoyue was startled by her sudden action and quickly said, "Don't open it..."
The moment the words were spoken, half of the French-style retro window was pushed open.
There are no people arguing or fighting outside.
A helicopter slowly landed on the large lawn in front of the villa. The cabin door opened, and Li Jingchen, dressed in a custom-made suit, stepped out. His short hair was disheveled by the wind, which was somewhat inconsistent with the composed demeanor of the suit he was wearing.
Song Nuan's face remained expressionless.
She wasn't surprised that Li Jingchen would come looking for her; given his status, finding her location would be very easy for him.
It was quite a surprise that they actually hired a helicopter to fly over...
Xiaoyue ran to Song Nuan's side and leaned out of the window.
"Wow!" she exclaimed instinctively.
The large lawn was several hundred meters away from the villa entrance, and Li Jingchen was walking towards it.
Song Nuan turned around and said, "Xiao Yue, I'm sleepy and going to sleep. If anyone looks for me later, just tell them to leave."
Xiaoyue gave a confused "Ah," then looked worried. "But you haven't had dinner yet. Your stomach will feel uncomfortable if you eat something before going to sleep."
She received no reply.
Because Song Nuan had already returned to her room and locked the door from the inside.
She went into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and forced her mind to clear. Regardless of what was happening outside, she opened her laptop, went to the A University website forum, and searched for Ouyang Chengyi's name.
There weren't many posts that popped up.
Following the clues, Song Nuan found Ouyang Chengyi's English pseudonym. Upon further searching, thousands of posts suddenly appeared.
The most popular post was a photo.
The photos feature Ouyang Chengyi and her ex-boyfriend, who bears a striking resemblance to An Sze.
After saving the photo, Song Nuan continued browsing other posts.
In fact, these posts are almost all mocking Ouyang Chengyi's exciting and complicated love life, while also subtly expressing dissatisfaction with her, with a strong sense of ridicule and spectatorship.
Song Nuan picked out a few of the most impactful ones and took screenshots.
Then it was sent to Fang Yu.
"Find a few marketing accounts in the study abroad circle to expose the colorful study abroad experience of the Ouyang family's daughter."
Fang Yu: "Sister, these are the four major families. I doubt any marketing accounts would dare to expose them."
Closing her notebook, Song Nuan curled her lips into a smile. "One million per line."
The reason things couldn't be done wasn't because the tasks were difficult, but because the compensation wasn't enough, a fact Song Nuan knew all too well.
Upon hearing this number, Fang Yu said nothing more.
Just then, the faint sound of voices could be heard outside, presumably Li Jingchen had entered the house.
Song Nuan put on her headphones, played some lullaby, lay down, pulled the covers up, and ignored everything outside.
In the living room, Xiaoyue looked at the tall, aloof man in front of her, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, making her blush and unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.
But he still asked in fluent English, "Handsome, who are you looking for?"
Li Jingchen looked around.
Finally, my gaze fell on the tightly closed door.
He didn't answer and was about to walk away when suddenly a flashy figure appeared and blocked his way. "You're trespassing. I can call the police to arrest you."
Xiaoyue could roughly guess that this man knew Song Nuan.
"I'm here to see my girlfriend." Li Jingchen lowered his eyes slightly, his tone indifferent. "Does this count as trespassing?"
Xiaoyue suddenly fell silent.
It turns out he's Song Nuan's boyfriend.
A few seconds later, she said, "Song Nuan is sick and resting now. You can't go in and disturb her."
Li Jingchen found it laughable, "Who are you?"
His tone was dismissive and arrogant, and although his eyes were on her, Xiaoyue felt that he didn't take her seriously at all.
"I am Song Nuan's local guide in Country A."
"You can go now."
Xiaoyue was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
Li Jingchen explained calmly, "Your work is over. I'll be with her, so you don't need to come back. You don't need a refund."
Xiaoyue: "..."
When Song Nuan woke up and opened the door, she saw Li Jingchen's busy figure in the kitchen.
He was very perceptive. As soon as the bedroom door opened, Li Jingchen looked at her. "I made some food. Eat something first, then take your medicine. You're not feeling well yet."
Song Nuan looked at him coldly, "Where's Xiaoyue?"
"I'm going back."
Upon hearing this, she turned to look at the wall clock. "It's working hours now. Her service starts at ten in the morning and ends at ten at night—did you send her back?"
The man gave a soft "hmm".
As if oblivious to the anger in Song Nuan's words, he turned around and went into the kitchen.
He drove away the people she hired and even broke into her rented villa. Is this his attitude?
Song Nuan's temper flared even more, and she strode towards the kitchen without going in.
"Li Jingchen, do I need to make myself clear? I left the country early because I didn't want to see you. It's your business if you foolishly came here, but please leave my territory!"
He came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of hot soup.
After putting it down, she spoke softly, "Song Nuan, there's a limit to how much you can throw a tantrum."
Song Nuan was so angry she laughed.
"Why would I throw a tantrum? Fine, even if you set up such a huge scheme to deceive me, am I not allowed to have a little temper?"
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