Zhong Qingya looked at her with amusement.
Ever since she found out that Song Nuan and Li Jingchen weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend, she's been too lazy to put much effort into Song Nuan. Before, she was mindful of Song Nuan's status, but now she just wants to get rid of this troublesome woman as quickly as possible.
If Li Jingchen truly loved her, why wouldn't he even give her a proper status?
"Song Nuan, shouldn't I be asking you that?" Zhong Qingya's smile vanished, her expression turning cold and stern. "Li Jingchen is my fiancé. What kind of tone is that to talk to me about?"
Song Nuan's lips curved into a smile that was neither mocking nor not mocking. "I was the one who offended you."
She turned and left without hesitation.
After leaving the club, Song Nuan opened her phone, deleted the photos in her album, and then opened the app to buy a ticket for the next flight leaving Liangcheng.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Song Nuan was woken up by a phone call.
The caller was Song Nuan's baking teacher. "Ms. Song, you didn't come to class this morning. Do you want to reschedule the class for the afternoon?"
"I'm not going."
Do you think there's something wrong with our teaching methods?
Song Nuan forced a smile. She had signed up for one-on-one private tutoring, which was expensive, but the teacher was dedicated, and she couldn't find any fault with it. "There's no problem. It's just that I don't want to learn anymore."
The other party wanted to persuade her further, but seeing that Song Nuan really had no intention, they sighed and reminded her, "The course fee is non-refundable."
She hummed in agreement, hung up, and lay back down on the bed.
When Song Nuan returned to the garden last night, it was almost six o'clock. She had barely slept. After being woken up by the phone, although she was sleepy, she couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was wide awake.
She decided to get up and have breakfast.
Li Jingchen hasn't returned yet. Actually, Song Nuan doesn't care whether he returns or not. He sent her a few messages in the early morning, which she saw, but she didn't reply.
After finishing breakfast, Song Nuan took her suitcase out of the cabinet, packed her things, and left the garden.
Fang Yu was waiting for her downstairs.
"Aren't you really going to tell him?"
Song Nuan's account was logged into Fang Yu's iPad. When she woke up in the morning, she saw the flight information. She was meticulous and, combined with recent events, quickly guessed the reason behind Song Nuan's departure from Liangcheng.
The luggage was loaded into the trunk.
Song Nuan got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. "There's no need. You didn't tell Yi Ran, did you?"
"No, but she'll find out sooner or later."
Fang Yu didn't really approve of Song Nuan leaving; even if she did leave, it shouldn't be now.
“Although the company is operating normally now, the financial data is not ideal. If you leave now, the Song family may not be able to pay Song Zhiren the five million every year.”
Song Nuan pursed her lips and remained silent.
The Qin family moved abroad, and they couldn't transfer all their businesses. Song Nuan used to have her own clients at the Qin family business, but after the Qin family left, Song Nuan picked up many of the original Qin family clients.
But it wasn't completely won over.
Only a small number of customers, for the sake of convenience, directly transferred the unfinished collaborations of the Qin family to the Song family.
The Song family had been in debt for a long time, and even if Song Nuan had some savings, she couldn't fill such a big hole. In order to make up for the deficit as soon as possible, the Song family could only raise product prices.
The same product was priced almost twice as high as other companies, and it lacked core competitiveness. Even if Qin's old customers wanted to do business with Song Nuan out of respect, they ultimately hesitated because of the price.
To put it bluntly, we're all businessmen at heart.
They only had a personal relationship with Song Nuan, and did not owe her any favors. Their previous collaborations were mutually beneficial, and now that their interests had not aligned, it was understandable that they broke up.
But Fang Yu did not give up.
She has been following up with these clients, and although she hasn't been able to secure any orders yet, it's not like there's no hope at all.
Song Nuan sighed, "Take me back to the Song family first."
Fang Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know whether Song Nuan wanted to stay, she was at least certain that she wouldn't leave in the next few days.
The Song family.
Since Song Ningxue went abroad with Qin Yuchuan, Zhou Min and Song Zhiren's relationship has gradually fallen apart.
The last time Song Nuan came back, she saw Zhou Min. Today, the Song family home was much quieter, and there were fewer things in the living room. Zhou Min must have moved out.
Song Zhiren wasn't too surprised to see her. "What brings you here?"
She asked casually, "Where's Zhou Min?"
"Who knows her?" He was extremely impatient, completely unconcerned about Zhou Min's whereabouts. "What's gotten into you today that you're suddenly concerned about her?"
Song Nuan pouted, "I'll be coming back to stay for a few days soon, so have the housekeeper clean up my room."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiren's expression changed slightly.
He coughed, his expression strange. "Our housekeeper recently took leave to go home for the Chinese New Year. Your room hasn't been cleaned in a long time and it's been locked. It must smell bad. You shouldn't stay here."
Song Nuan said, "I'll tidy up a bit in a bit."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiren sensed something was wrong; she really intended to stay at his home. His expression immediately changed, and his tone became unpleasant, "Don't you already have a house? Isn't that villa in the city enough for you? Why do you have to come back home?"
Song Nuan frowned.
It's perfectly natural for her to go home and live there. What's wrong with Song Zhiren?
After being father and daughter for many years, Song Nuan knew him to a great extent, if not 100%. His cold shoulder was simply about money. What, was he afraid she would come back and take over his house?
She said, "You don't need to get angry with me. I'm just staying here for a few days. I won't try to take your place. If you mind, I can pay you rent at market price, and I'll clean the room myself."
She believed she had been very polite.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhiren flew into a rage upon hearing this, slamming his fist on the table, standing up, and pointing his finger at her nose as he angrily shouted, "What do you take me for? Do you think I need your stinking money?"
Song Nuan frowned, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment as she looked at him.
Is he sick?
“Song Zhiren, is it any of your business if I stay at home for a few days? Don’t forget that my household registration hasn’t been transferred yet. Even if I call the police, it won’t do you any good.”
"you--"
He was so angry that he was trembling.
Just then, the sound of the lock being opened came from the outside door. With a beep, the password was unlocked, and the door was pushed open.
Song Nuan turned around at the sound, just in time to miss the panic on Song Zhiren's face.
"Honey, I'm home!"
A woman with a hot figure and a curvaceous body suddenly walked in. Although she was dressed maturely, her youthful appearance and flawless skin made it easy to tell that she was very young.
Song Nuan felt her brain freeze for a moment.
Her face was expressionless as she suppressed her surging emotions and coldly looked at Song Zhiren. "Who is she?"
The woman was equally incredulous when she saw Song Nuan, but she wasn't as calm as Song Nuan. Her eyes were blazing with fury as she stomped her feet and questioned Song Zhiren, "You old bastard, you've been seeing other women behind my back?"
Song Zhiren waved his hands frantically, "No, I didn't."
"You even came to my house, and you still dared to lie to me! You bastard, you actually deceived my feelings, I'm going to expose you!"
"Baby, let me explain..."
Song Zhiren frantically tried to coax her, calling her "baby" over and over, his voice so sweet it was almost sickening.
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