Windsor's expression turned ugly, so obvious that Song Nuan couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
The first lesson in being cunning and shrewd is managing one's expressions—not revealing one's true intentions. Song Nuan had witnessed Windsor's acting skills and knew that Windsor was capable of this.
The fact that Windsor isn't pretending now proves she doesn't mind being asked.
Since that's the case, she won't stand on ceremony.
“I ran into him with Ouyang Chengyi before, and it seems like he has a pretty good relationship with Ouyang Chengyi.”
Song Nuan deliberately said things that she didn't want to hear, resting her chin on her hand and looking at her with a half-smile, her expression very serious, as if she really just asked casually out of concern.
Windsor's expression stiffened slightly. No matter how good she was at disguising herself, she was still a girl who hadn't graduated from university yet.
Besides, she was talking about the man she liked.
Windsor pressed her lips together, remaining silent, her fists clenched, her brow furrowed, her entire being radiating resistance to the topic.
Normally, Song Nuan should have tactfully changed the subject to avoid embarrassing Windsor.
She smiled faintly, showing no intention of helping Windsor out of the predicament.
Windsor was only upset for a moment; she didn't forget her mission. "Sister Song Nuan, you weren't in Liangcheng for a while. Did you go out with Ouyang Zhoujing?"
Here we go again.
Song Nuan gave a forced smile, "No, where did you hear that from?"
Windsor looked up and stared at Song Nuan for a few seconds, then smiled brightly and innocently. "No? Maybe the media reports are wrong, but I think the person in the photo is you."
As she spoke, she opened a page and handed her phone to Song Nuan.
It is a piece of social news from a third-rate media outlet.
As soon as Song Nuan saw the title, Windsor scrolled to the bottom of the page and pointed to the picture at the end of the article, "Look, Sister Song Nuan, doesn't this person look a lot like you?"
"..."
Windsor was indeed well-prepared.
It's not just similar, the person inside is practically herself.
Although the photo didn't show her face clearly and wasn't high-resolution, Song Nuan remembered what clothes she was wearing that day.
There were almost no ugly clothes in her wardrobe. Yunxian was a backward place, and it was a mountainous area, even colder than Liangcheng. Moreover, Song Nuan was going there to work, so she had specially bought new clothes.
I threw it away after returning from Yunxian and never wore it again.
The person in the illustration is indeed her, and the person carrying her on his back is naturally Ouyang Zhoujing.
Song Nuan didn't know who took the photo. She subtly glanced at the bottom of the news article and was surprised to find that there was no note about the editor.
Her face darkened, and she tried to scroll upwards.
Before she could say anything, Windsor seemed to see through her intentions and smiled as she put her phone away.
Song Nuan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"Maybe I'm seeing things. You and Ouyang Chengyi don't get along. If she sees this picture, she'll probably be furious."
Windsor smiled, as if kindly reminding her.
Her pure and innocent expression made it hard to believe that her words were actually full of threat.
Song Nuan calmly put down her knife and fork, took out a napkin, and elegantly wiped her mouth, without giving any further reaction to Windsor's words.
So what if Ouyang Chengyi knows?
At this point in the conversation, there's no need to pretend to be harmonious anymore.
Song Nuan threw the paper into the wastebasket and smiled slightly, "I have something to do later, so I won't finish eating with you."
After saying that, she got up to leave.
Windsor spoke calmly, "Sister Song Nuan, I still have something to ask you, so I'll take up a little more of your time. Do you know Du Kangtao?"
Song Nuan stood up at that moment.
She looked down at Windsor, who was simply sitting with her head tilted back. Logically, in such a posture, Windsor should have felt a sense of oppression from her.
But no.
Windsor showed no fear whatsoever; she even raised an eyebrow slightly. Was that a provocation? Song Nuan wasn't sure.
Windsor is quite an extraordinary child.
"Sister, Ouyang Zhoujing likes you. He must have told you, right? Please tell me, okay?"
Seeing that Song Nuan didn't speak, Wen Sha got up and came to her side, took her hand, shook it gently, and acted coquettishly.
Song Nuan remained unfazed.
"Sorry, I haven't heard of it, so I can't help you."
She tried to pull her hand away, but Windsor held on tightly and had no intention of letting go.
Song Nuan's face darkened, and she was somewhat angry. What, were they planning to keep her from leaving until they got the answer she wanted?
“Windsor, I’m not lying to you, I really do have something to do later.” Her tone was slightly cold. “Let go of me, I can’t take the responsibility if we miss the deadline.”
Windsor tilted her head to look at her, "Sister Song Nuan is going to the company to discuss cooperation?"
"……almost."
"Oh, it's about work. Work isn't urgent. Tell me about Du Kangtao, and I'll ask my uncle to invest in your company."
Song Nuan frowned, "This isn't money..."
Before she could utter the word "matter," a loud crash suddenly came from behind her, interrupting Song Nuan's words.
The two turned around in surprise at the same time.
"You son of a bitch, you promised to come with me to catch my partner cheating, and you're here eating French food by yourself?"
Xu Yiran had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, and another one tucked behind her ear. Song Nuan knew she didn't usually smoke, but to be honest, she was quite convincing at being vulgar.
Windsor was momentarily stunned.
"Isn't that what I was planning to do? I even have my bag on my back." Song Nuan said, winking at her as if she wished she had the ability to communicate via telepathy.
Xu Yiran couldn't understand it.
The reception failed, so she walked straight towards Windsor, looking fierce. "What? You won't let her leave?"
Windsor timidly withdrew her hand, a completely subconscious action.
"I don't……"
"Hmph, I bet you wouldn't dare!"
Xu Yiran grabbed Song Nuan and dragged her away, taking big, hurried steps as if she were about to take off. Song Nuan was dragged and pulled dozens of meters away, her feet almost smoking.
"Alright, alright, that's enough."
Patting Xu Yiran's hand, Song Nuan breathed heavily, "We're far enough away from the store, Windsor can't see us."
Xu Yiran then let go.
"What's going on?"
"It's a long story, but in short, she came to find out about my uncle."
Xu Yiran scoffed, "So what if you want to ask? Are you going to cover it up for Zhang Min? I don't even want to talk about your stepmother, so what good could her brother be?"
"He is my biological mother's younger brother."
Xu Yiran exclaimed "Ah!" and scratched her head. "Sorry."
"fine."
Why is she asking about your uncle? Wait a minute—
Xu Yiran immediately realized what was happening, her eyes widening in surprise. "When did you get an uncle? Did you find your mother? Or your maternal grandparents' family?"
Having known Song Nuan for so many years, I've never heard of her having any relatives.
There is a stepmother's family, of course, but Song Nuan has a bad relationship with her stepmother, not to mention any distant relatives.
Song Zhiren was an only child, and Song Nuan had no uncles, aunts, or cousins.
"No, none of them."
"Where did you find this uncle? Don't get scammed! With your wealth, you're easy to target." Xu Yiran stamped her foot anxiously.
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