When Windsor used the lecture to frame Ouyang Chengyi, even at the cost of giving up further education, he knew that this young girl was not only cunning but also ruthless.
Logically speaking, heiresses from wealthy families should have extremely strong self-esteem and value their reputation more than their lives.
She was slapped in public, and not even in the wrong, yet she remained so calm and composed in the face of his sarcasm… Ouyang Zhoujing began to look at her with new respect.
He suddenly remembered Song Nuan's words.
Windsor went to see her and hasn't given up trying to find out anything about Du Kangtao.
So, the reason she caused trouble with Ouyang Chengyi tonight and is now putting away her claws and taking the initiative to retreat to the weaker side is actually to prepare to find out about Du Kangtao.
Ouyang Zhoujing, contrary to his usual self, smiled and said, "Now that the conflict has been resolved, let's sit down and talk about the whole story."
Windsor couldn't help but let out a disdainful snort.
"Since you're unwilling, then call the police and transfer the case to the police station."
Windsor panicked instantly. "There's no need to make such a fuss and call the police for such a small matter. Don't think I don't know that Liangcheng is your territory. Once you're in the police station, you can turn black into white."
Ouyang Zhoujing had initially been a little confused about what she was up to, but now he understood.
His smile deepened, a confidence born from seeing through the situation and being in complete control. "Does Miss Wen intend to settle this privately?"
"yes."
Ouyang Zhoujing chuckled softly, though he meant nothing by it. But to Windsor, the chuckle sounded like a mocking laugh.
She was starting to feel awkward. "What's so funny?"
How do you want to settle this privately?
Windsor took a deep breath. "The whole thing was captured on CCTV, and there are many witnesses. It was Ouyang Chengyi who started the trouble first, preventing the bar from selling me alcohol and even smashing my own bottles."
"Hmm, what do you want to do?"
His attitude was indifferent and ambiguous, leaving Windsor somewhat undecided.
Although Wen Hua didn't instruct her to do it, he tacitly approved of it. Her purpose was to help Wen Hua and even the Wen family find out information about that person.
Would it be too obvious to bring it up now?
Windsor's mind raced, the gears kept turning, but he still couldn't come up with a proper solution.
Ouyang Zhoujing didn't rush her, but waited patiently to see what she would say.
Windsor's palms were sweating, and a sudden thought flashed through her mind: "This was originally a matter between me and Ouyang Chengyi. Since she moved you here, I have nothing to say to you."
She smiled and said, "Go talk to my uncle."
"..."
After saying that, Windsor turned and left.
Ouyang Chengyi scoffed, "She's even looking for her uncle. This is Liangcheng, not Country A. Does she really think Wen Hua can back her up? Doesn't she know whose territory this is?"
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zhoujing gave her a cold look.
A chill ran down her spine, and when Ouyang Chengyi turned around, she saw him glaring at her.
"what?"
When will you finally grow up and use your brain?
He was genuinely disappointed in you. "Fine, you've reached the end of your development at this age. I don't expect you to be that smart. From today onwards, don't cause me any more trouble outside."
Ouyang Chengyi was unconvinced.
Since she was in the wrong, she didn't dare to talk back and could only silently endure it, obediently replying, "I know."
It was already very late when they took Ouyang Chengyi home.
Ouyang Zhoujing wanted to call Song Nuan, but after hesitating for a moment, he put his phone away.
By now, Li Jingchen should have already finished and gone back to find her.
...
Knock knock—
The knocking startled Song Nuan awake. She sat up from the sofa, still sleepy, and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Lin Xuan's voice rang out. "President Li's meeting is almost over. He asked me to ask Miss Song whether she wants to stay at the company for the night or go back to Huayuan?"
The meeting is over?
Song Nuan glanced at the time; it was almost 3 a.m.
Does he have other work tomorrow?
There are no plans at the moment.
Song Nuan said "Oh," stood up, picked up her coat and put it on, "Then let's go back."
Li Jingchen was waiting for her on the tenth floor. When the elevator arrived, a smile appeared on his usually icy face as he walked towards her. "Why are you at the company?"
Song Nuan forced a smile and replied absentmindedly, "I wanted to come find you."
Her gaze fell on the person behind him. This was the staff elevator. Normally, after a meeting, a group of people would squeeze in, eager to leave work, but no one did. Only Li Jingchen was there.
There were only a few people scattered behind him.
"What's wrong?"
Song Nuan withdrew her gaze, smiled faintly, and said, "It's nothing. Have you been at the company all night?"
"Where else could I be if not at the company?"
Yes, where could it be?
Song Nuan opened her lips, wanting to ask him if he had seen Zhong Qingya, but the words wouldn't come out. She was afraid of hearing a positive answer, and even more afraid that Li Jingchen would deny it—that he would lie to her.
She didn't want to hear either answer.
It's better not to ask anything from the beginning, and just pretend it never happened.
Why did she trust Ouyang Zhoujing but doubt Li Jingchen?
This is incorrect.
The person she needs to trust is Li Jingchen.
After figuring it out, Song Nuan suddenly felt relieved. She took his arm and smiled brightly, "I'm hungry. Shall we go get some barbecue before going home?"
Li Jingchen's face was full of doting affection. "Okay."
He held Song Nuan's hand, holding it very tightly.
Because it was too late, Lin Xuan didn't follow, and Li Jingchen drove himself.
Three o'clock in the morning is the busiest time for food stalls and barbecue restaurants. There are few vehicles and pedestrians on the road, and when you get close to a barbecue restaurant, the laughter and chatter are constant, making it feel less deserted.
Although Li Jingchen wasn't wearing a suit, his attire was still quite formal. His upright demeanor, paired with a structured overcoat, made him look like an elite person untouched by worldly affairs.
Song Nuan was dressed casually.
But when the two stand together, their appearances alone make them hard to ignore by passersby.
The owner glanced at them a few times amidst his busy work. Without stopping, he skillfully and hurriedly brushed on the sauce while asking them, "Please find an empty seat inside and get your food from the freezer."
Okay, thank you.
Song Nuan pulled Li Jingchen and tried to walk inside.
He took a few steps, then stopped. Song Nuan turned back, puzzled, and found his brows furrowed.
She asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Jingchen looked around at the garbage everywhere and the oily table. He felt disgusted and resisted it from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't convince himself to eat in such an environment.
"There's a decent Japanese yakitori place nearby," he said tactfully.
Song Nuan could tell he wanted to escape, so she pouted and said, "Fine, I'll invite Yi Ran and the others next time."
"next time?"
He frowned even more, not understanding why Song Nuan could still say something like "come again next time".
Of course, he also didn't want Song Nuan's desires, which she had mentioned to him, to be delayed in being satisfied. Originally, he was the one accompanying her, but inexplicably, it became Xu Yiran and the others.
"Boss, do you have any private rooms available?"
The boss exclaimed, not having heard clearly, "What did you say?"
A burly man at the next table couldn't stand it any longer and said, "What kind of barbecue restaurant has private rooms? It's not a Western restaurant!"
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