His hand was flung away.
The warmth in my hands vanished, replaced by coldness.
When Song Nuan left, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang, and the walls seemed to shake slightly.
Qin Yuchuan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as if all his strength had been drained.
My phone suddenly vibrated.
It was Song Ningxue's call.
Qin Yuchuan then discovered that there were more than a dozen missed calls, all from her.
His gaze was deep and complex as he stared at the screen, lost in thought. He didn't answer the phone for a long time, but the other person was more persistent and didn't hang up.
He pursed his lips, muted the phone, and placed it upside down on the table.
Suddenly, the conference room door was pushed open.
Song Ningxue stood at the door, her lips bitten until they turned white. "Brother Chuan, why didn't you answer my calls?"
Upon hearing the sound, Qin Yuchuan froze. His hand was still in his hand, so he pretended to pick up his phone casually. When he turned around, his expression softened.
"I was in a meeting and didn't hear you."
He glanced down at his phone screen, eager to change the subject, and scolded, "What are you doing at the company so late by yourself?"
Song Ningxue smiled.
When she went upstairs, she ran into some employees leaving get off work. From their conversation, she learned that he had just finished a meeting with Qin Yuchuan, during which he called Qin Yuchuan, but Qin Yuchuan did not answer.
Song Ningxue hadn't suspected anything at first, but when she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Song Nuan looking furious.
Song Ningxue thought she had quarreled with Qin Yuchuan and was secretly pleased, but soon she saw Qin Yuchuan's distraught appearance through the glass door.
He was heartbroken over Song Nuan.
Song Ningxue's face turned deathly pale, and she almost fainted, but she still forced herself to remain calm and pushed open the conference room door.
Suppressing the deep, stabbing pain in her heart, Song Ningxue said coquettishly, "I missed you."
She hugged Qin Yuchuan.
In that instant, she clearly felt the man's body tremble.
Song Ningxue almost gritted her teeth. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the hatred in them, but her voice remained sweet. "I haven't been home in a long time. Dad wants me to come home for dinner tonight. Will you come with me?"
As she said this, she was vaguely worried, afraid that Qin Yuchuan would refuse.
The Song family seems to have run into trouble recently. Song Zhiren has been trying to see Qin Yuchuan, but he has refused on the grounds that he is too busy with work.
Having no other choice, Song Zhiren forced Song Ningxue to take him back to the Song family.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ningxue smiled awkwardly, "I told you you've been busy lately and definitely wouldn't have time. Dad is really something, insisting that I bring you home."
Qin Yuchuan took the suit jacket off the hanger. "Let's go."
He pushed her away without saying a word and walked away first.
Song Ningxue was overjoyed and didn't even notice his subtle aloofness. She happily followed him.
The car quickly arrived at the Song family's house.
Zhou Min was waiting at the door. Song Ningxue got out of the car and skipped towards her, affectionately taking her arm and scolding, "Mom, it's cold, why are you standing here waiting?"
"It's okay, I'm wearing a lot of layers."
Zhou Minci smiled and patted Song Ningxue's hand, glancing at Qin Yuchuan as if she had something to say to him.
Qin Yuchuan's brow twitched slightly. "Xue'er, I left something in the car. You go in first."
Upon hearing this, Song Ningxue opened her mouth as if to say something, but her arm suddenly tightened as Zhou Min pinched her.
After a brief silence, Song Ningxue smiled and said, "Then hurry up!"
The wind in late autumn is not only cold, but also harsh on the face.
In the dim light, Qin Yuchuan's expression was inscrutable. His eyes almost blended into the surrounding environment. When he looked at Zhou Min, there was no respect for an elder, but rather a scrutinizing look.
Song Nuan's words were harsh, but true.
He now suspects everyone in the Song family.
"Mom, is there anything you want to tell me?" he broke the silence first.
Zhou Min said worriedly, "Yu Chuan, the Song family has recently encountered some difficulties. Zhi Ren is old and confused, and has done some foolish things. I hope you will not take your anger out on Xue'er because of this. Xue'er is innocent."
Qin Yuchuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "What kind of nonsense is this? Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can help."
"This..." she said, looking embarrassed, as if she couldn't bring herself to say it.
After hesitating for a moment, she said with a hardened heart, "Yu Chuan, don't ask about this matter. Don't ask Zhi Ren about it either. A lot has happened to the Qin family recently. I know you want to investigate the evidence, but are you really willing to implicate Ning Xue?"
really.
Qin Yuchuan curled his lips into a cold smile, "Are you referring to the fire at the Qin Group's factory warehouse and the fact that the raw materials were switched?"
His response was a deep sigh from Zhou Min.
Qin Yuchuan chuckled, his dark eyes revealing no emotion. He said calmly, "Don't worry, no matter what, I will not hurt Ningxue."
"Ningxue is truly blessed to marry you," Zhou Min said emotionally.
The meal went fairly well.
Song Zhiren tried to bring up work several times, but Zhou Min quietly changed the subject each time.
Qin Yuchuan, while picking up some food, suddenly remembered something and said casually, "Xue'er is also a very good cook. I ate her food a few times when I was abroad. I wonder who she learned it from?"
These words left everyone present completely bewildered.
Song Zhiren reacted the most, "After being abroad for a few years, Ningxue has learned to cook? Otherwise, daughters only learn to be caring after they get married. She's never lifted a finger at home."
Song Ningxue didn't remember ever cooking for Qin Yuchuan.
All I remember is telling him that Song Nuan forced me to cook for her.
But looking at Qin Yuchuan's serious expression... could it be that she forgot?
She forced a smile. "It's been too long since I've cooked, so I've gotten rusty. If you like it, Brother Chuan, I'll find a chef to brush up on my skills soon, and I'll cook for you when you're busy in the future."
Under the table, Qin Yuchuan was pinching his thigh hard with his five fingers.
Song Ningxue had never cooked before.
She was lying to him.
I've been lying to him all along!
Recalling everything Song Nuan said, and the many misfortunes Song Ningxue had told him in tears about being bullied by Song Nuan, which of her words were true and which were false?
Even with a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind and emotions churning, Qin Yuchuan maintained a polite smile on his face.
After the meal, Song Zhiren wanted Qin Yuchuan to stay, but Qin Yuchuan refused.
He and Song Ningxue left.
On the way back, he stepped on the gas without expression, accelerating to 150 miles per hour. Song Ningxue, sitting in the passenger seat, gripped the seatbelt tightly, her face pale.
"Brother Chuan, slow down!"
Sizzle—
With a sudden stop, Song Ningxue's entire body lurched forward.
Her head slammed into the decoration in front of her with a loud thud. Her stomach was also uncomfortable from the seatbelt, and she felt a slight pain, but she was too frightened to pay attention to the strange feeling in her stomach.
"Brother Chuan!"
She yelled, somewhat angrily, "Are you crazy? I'm carrying your child!"
Qin Yuchuan's eyes remained calm and still. He rolled down the car window, and the night wind rushed in. He turned his head, and a bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on his lips.
"Xue'er, is this child really mine?"
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