Li Guanyu couldn't understand why his attitude had suddenly changed 180 degrees.
Since he married Jiang Jieting, their father-son relationship has been at an impasse.
The relationship between the two only improved after Li Jingchen took over the Li family business, and it has remained so for many years.
Why does it change so suddenly?
Suddenly realizing something, he blurted out, "Is it because of that woman?"
Li Jingchen narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
His silence gave Li Guanyu the answer.
“I heard your Aunt Jiang say that since you’re together, you should bring her home to meet the elders the day after tomorrow, so that outsiders won’t think that our Li family looks down on her.”
Li Jingchen scoffed, "What is the Li family anyway? What right do they have to look down on her?"
"Jing Chen, don't always misunderstand my good intentions."
"Do you think I can't tell whether you mean well or badly?" He chuckled mockingly. "The woman I like doesn't need your approval. Don't flatter yourself."
Li Guanyu was also a little angry.
They hadn't been this confrontational in a long time; the last time was on the day he got engaged to Jiang Jieting.
At the time, Li Jingchen, who was only sixteen years old, stayed up late at night and smashed up the entire auditorium.
He didn't blame anyone because he felt guilty. He had remarried just one month after divorcing Zhao Zhaoyi, and he knew better than anyone that he had wronged his son, Li Jingchen.
So we just urgently sent someone to handle it.
However, the day after their official engagement, Li Jingchen hacked into the wedding computer, played Zhao Zhaoyi's photo, and played funeral songs.
The entire engagement party was turned into a mess.
That was the only time in over twenty years that the father and son had ever argued, or even fought.
Pulling himself back to reality, Li Guanyu's eyes darkened slightly. "Jing Chen, you should know when to stop being willful. Don't think that just because you control the Li family, you can have absolute power. You don't have that right yet."
"so?"
He was unconcerned when faced with threats.
“You are still engaged. If you like the women of the Song family, I can grant your wish. But you can’t resolve the issue of breaking off the engagement without me.”
This was a blatant warning to him.
Li Guanyu has diluted the core power of the Li family over the years, and there is hardly any left in his hands.
Such a warning was like a tickle to Li Jingchen.
"The engagement was arranged by you two; I never agreed to it. If things really escalate, it's entirely your responsibility."
"you--"
Too lazy to listen to his nonsense, Li Jingchen hung up immediately.
Lin Xuan just sent over the flight information; it's a ticket for tomorrow afternoon, and he estimates he'll arrive in Yunxian the day after tomorrow.
...
Hotel in Yunxian County.
Song Nuan applied medicine to her wounds, but she couldn't do anything about the injuries on her arms and shoulders, so she had to ask Ouyang Zhoujing for help.
"Did Li Jingchen call you?"
She asked out of the blue.
Ouyang Zhoujing's voice held a faint smile, "Nothing can be hidden from you. Do you two have some kind of telepathic connection? I've already gone so far."
Song Nuan could tell he was deliberately trying to ease the tension.
However, she didn't find it funny.
"What do you mean by saying he planted someone?" she pressed.
The wounds have all been treated with medicine.
As he packed up the medicine, he said slowly, "This is something I shouldn't be telling you."
Song Nuan rolled her eyes at him.
Ouyang Zhoujing smiled faintly, then suddenly squatted down and grabbed her ankle. The sudden contact made Song Nuan instinctively pull her foot back.
"Let me apply the medicine for you."
"I can do it myself."
Ouyang Zhoujing didn't insist. He placed the medicine patch beside her, gave her a few instructions, and then left.
Song Nuan really couldn't understand him.
Does that mean he likes her? But judging from Ouyang Zhoujing's behavior, she would never have made that connection if Li Jingchen hadn't told her.
But to say that he doesn't like her seems to contradict his usual warm and considerate demeanor.
She shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore if she couldn't figure it out.
Just as I was about to rest after applying the ointment, Qiu Rong appeared.
"Mr. Song, your employees have already returned to Liangcheng. I've come to ask you when you plan to return to Liangcheng?"
He said, "The event was originally scheduled for a week, but now we've reduced our manpower, and we didn't make much progress today, so it'll probably be delayed to about two weeks. Your injury is probably..."
It can't be delayed.
"Does it take that long?"
Qiu Rong nodded. "That's the initial estimate. If there's more bad weather, it might be delayed for about a month."
Song Nuan could accept half a month, but a month was really too long.
She cannot leave the Song family for too long.
"I'll stay for two more days and help you with some data and paperwork."
"Mr. Song, you're too kind."
Qiu Rong was moved to tears. After seeing that Ouyang Zhoujing and Song Nuan had an unusual relationship, he dared not ask Song Nuan for help again and could only take on all the work himself.
After saying a few more words to her about taking care of her health, Qiu Rong left.
As soon as she closed the door and turned around, a magnified face appeared before her, startling Qiu Rong so much that her heart skipped several beats.
Still shaken, he asked, "Mr. Ouyang, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"You're letting her leave?"
Qiu Rong was nearly scared to death by those four short words.
He hurriedly explained, "President Ouyang, it's not that I want President Song to leave, we're short-staffed. I also want him to stay, but you saw how swollen President Song's ankle is."
"Didn't we apply medicine?"
Qiu Rong was momentarily stunned by the question, "I did apply the medicine, but there's no point in keeping President Song here."
He realized he had said the wrong thing as soon as he finished speaking.
Just as she was about to try to salvage the situation, Ouyang Zhoujing spoke up calmly, "There are no useless people. Who is in charge of allocating the work? With so much work, is there nothing she can help with?"
Qiu Rong wiped away her cold sweat: "You're right, I'll go back and rearrange it right away."
He hummed in agreement.
Qiu Rong ran away without looking back.
The moonlight was cold, yet still gentler than what one could see from the mountain.
Looking back at the closed door, Ouyang Zhoujing turned and left. He didn't stay there, but he still went downstairs and booked a room next to Song Nuan's.
He didn't know why he was doing something so unnecessary.
When he lay down on the bed, the strange smell of the room, the mattress that was as hard as the floor, and the cheap quilt made him feel uncomfortable and he couldn't fall asleep at all.
But the thought of the woman just a wall away brought him peace of mind.
Song Nuan.
Ouyang Zhoujing silently read the name in his heart, and the scene on the mountain today automatically replayed with each silent recitation.
She looked hurt, her eyes red.
She looked helpless in the rain.
And... the way she wore his clothes and slept with her head on his shoulder.
Ouyang Zhoujing gave a slight twitch of his lips, a hint of helplessness rising in his eyes. He threw back the covers and went into the bathroom. The sound of running water was loud, but it couldn't mask the man's heavy breathing.
Song Nuan was woken up in the middle of her sleep.
The hotel in the countryside had no soundproofing, and the sound of running water in the next room had been going on for a long time without stopping.
The cheap-quality crutch that Qiu Rong had prepared for her was placed on the bedside table.
She struggled to move step by step to the next room and knocked on the door.
No one responded.
She knocked harder and called out, "Hello, did you forget to turn off the tap? Please turn it off, it's disturbing me."
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