On the other side.
After Lu Ziyang finished his phone call, Song Nuan brought the food to the table.
"Has something happened to An Sze-tse?"
He didn't try to avoid being seen while he was on the phone, and Song Nuan overheard a couple of sentences, which seemed to mention Qin Yuchuan.
Lu Ziyang asked sourly, "Why are you so concerned about him?"
Song Nuan asked in confusion, "He's your good friend. Isn't it normal for me to care about him?"
“That’s not normal.” Lu Ziyang leaned closer to her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “He’s surrounded by women. You don’t need to worry about him. You just need to worry about me.”
Song Nuan sighed, "The heirs of big families really don't lack women."
Lu Ziyang frowned. Is that the point?
However, Song Nuan's words were too ambiguous.
“There are exceptions; not all princes are as dissolute as him.”
Song Nuan laughed it off as if she had heard something funny, and didn't take it to heart.
Lu Ziyang, on the other hand, got anxious. "I'm serious."
"What's your hurry?" Song Nuan added a piece of meat to his plate. "What, do you have another prince by your side? Or are you the prince yourself? If you are the prince, just say so so I can start living a good life sooner."
Lu Ziyang hesitated slightly, and a struggle flashed in his eyes the moment Song Nuan lowered her gaze.
Over the past two years, he has almost gotten used to the identity of Lu Ziyang.
But he also knew that if he continued to lie, the consequences would be severe. He had been waiting for the right time to confess, originally intending to wait for Song Nuan to get a divorce.
But now...
He pursed his lips, "Song Nuan."
"Um?"
“Actually, I…” Lu Ziyang paused, unsure of how to phrase it.
Seeing his stammering, and recalling their conversation, Song Nuan looked at him with amusement, "Don't tell me you really are the crown prince of some low-profile clan, are you?"
Lu Ziyang's expression was serious, yet full of struggle.
The air fell silent for a moment.
In just a few seconds, many images of An Sze and Lu Ziyang talking flashed through Song Nuan's mind.
She slowly wiped the smile off her face, her voice cold and indifferent.
"Lu Ziyang, are you lying to me again?"
Lu Ziyang didn't dare to look at her. The thought of confessing had just crossed his mind when it was shattered by her question.
He mumbled an explanation, "I didn't."
Song Nuan wouldn't dare say she knew Lu Ziyang very well, but two years of stable bed-partner relationship had given her a pretty good grasp of his speech and mannerisms.
I dare not look her in the eye; something's definitely up.
She slammed down her chopsticks. "Lu Ziyang, did you and An Szeze conspire to lie to me?"
Lu Ziyang was so nervous that he subconsciously straightened his posture.
Song Nuanqi laughed, "The story of how you two met that An Sze told me, you two made it up together, didn't you?"
"This isn't true, this is real."
Song Nuan wasn't happy at all; she understood the unspoken message—
These two are definitely lying to her!
Just then, the doorbell rang.
The person who came in was Ah Xuan. He was wearing a motorcycle outfit, nodded slightly to Song Nuan, and walked into the house.
"Qin Yuchuan has sent a lot of people to surround this part of the community, including private investigators. He probably wants to find something on you."
Song Nuan gritted her teeth, "That stinking dog Qin Yuchuan!"
It turns out that Qin Yuchuan was lying to her today when he said he had evidence of her infidelity.
Fortunately, she didn't fall for it.
After staying home for three days, Ah Xuan finally brought good news.
"Boss, Qin Yuchuan's men have left."
Lu Ziyang looked at Song Nuan, "What are your plans?"
Song Nuan had been waiting for Lu Ziyang to say those words.
She had a plan, but she lacked the manpower to mobilize and didn't want to ask directly.
“Song Ningxue is still in the hospital. Qin Yuchuan will definitely go to see her. Ah Xuan, can you take some photos and videos for me? The more intimate the better,” Song Nuan said.
Ah Xuan said "okay" and left quietly.
After he left, Song Nuan hugged her laptop and kept typing on the keyboard.
Lu Ziyang went over and saw her writing a clarification statement.
'My relationship with Mr. Qin Yuchuan is stable...'
Lu Ziyang's face fell as soon as he saw the first few words. He grabbed the computer, his face grim, and frantically pressed the delete key, erasing all the contents of the document.
"What are you doing!" Song Nuan tried to snatch the computer back.
As soon as she reached out, Lu Ziyang grabbed her wrist and pushed her down, pinning Song Nuan beneath him.
Song Nuan was unable to move.
"Lu Ziyang, what's wrong with you?" Song Nuan was very angry; she didn't like being disturbed while working.
Lu Ziyang lowered his head and answered her with a kiss.
The person who was perfectly fine a second ago now seemed possessed by a wild beast, plundering Song Nuan's lips and teeth in a chaotic and domineering manner, invading her territory.
Song Nuan was so kissed that she could hardly breathe.
Her face flushed red, and her head was spinning. Just as she was about to suffocate, Lu Ziyang reluctantly left.
Song Nuan took a deep breath, "You—"
Lu Ziyang held her in his arms. She was tiny, and he held her tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear.
His voice was cold, carrying an undeniable force: "Song Nuan, I'll wait for you for three months. After you get divorced, we'll go get our marriage certificate."
"Did you suddenly take the wrong medicine?" Song Nuan nudged him with her elbow.
Lu Ziyang didn't say anything.
When he saw those words, his heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, the pain instantly jolting him from the brief moment of tenderness between them.
He was afraid.
He needs Song Nuan's promise.
A promise alone is not enough; he also needs a marriage certificate, a wedding ceremony, legal recognition, and the blessings of family and friends.
But Song Nuan is avoiding the topic.
Lu Ziyang lowered his eyes, his cool voice carrying a hint of pleading, "Okay?"
“I…” Song Nuan hesitated.
In a few seconds, she felt the man behind her tremble, then release his grip, allowing Song Nuan to turn around and meet his gaze.
Lu Ziyang lowered his eyes, the light in his peach blossom eyes disappearing.
He looked like he was about to break.
Song Nuan's lips twitched slightly. "Is this how you propose? It's so undignified."
Lu Ziyang looked up in surprise, his peach blossom eyes sparkling.
He smiled and placed a tender kiss on her lips.
...
Song Nuan felt as if her whole body had been run over by a car.
There was no one beside him.
She stood up, supporting her back, and saw Lu Ziyang busy in the kitchen.
Another non-stop night, another early morning to cook.
Even a cow wouldn't dare do that.
"You're up?" Lu Ziyang turned around and saw Song Nuan, looking refreshed.
Song Nuan walked out, trembling.
Lu Ziyang stared at her, then suddenly said something completely out of the blue: "Sorry."
At first, Song Nuan didn't react, but after a dozen seconds, her face turned bright red.
She glared at Lu Ziyang, "It's all your fault. The stock market is opening today, and I was going to draft a statement and send it out last night."
"It's my fault." It was indeed his fault, and Lu Ziyang didn't dare to argue with her.
He handed Song Nuan a USB drive, "Ah Xuan brought this; it contains 10 GB of photos and videos."
Song Nuan was surprised, "So many?"
Lu Ziyang: "Some of them were brought in by An Sze-tse."
"Young Master An?" Song Nuan asked curiously as she plugged the USB drive into the computer.
Lu Ziyang blocked the laptop screen, his expression complicated. "I advise you to finish your meal before you look at it."
The more mysterious he was, the more curious Song Nuan became.
But she listened to advice, put down her notebook, and went to eat breakfast, though her mind was still entirely on the notebook.
"Was the thing inside really explosive?"
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