Li Jingchen and Zhong Qingya's wedding is at the end of the month.
If everything goes smoothly, they will get married. The wedding will coincide with the Chinese New Year. Song Nuan will stay in Liangcheng for the New Year and then assist Fang Yu with official business, helping Fang Yu adapt to the rhythm of the new year.
By then, it will be around April or May.
She packed her bags and set off for overseas, to other provinces, anywhere, as long as she could leave Liangcheng.
She also wanted to leave Li Jingchen.
The air flowed quietly between the two.
Li Jingchen's phone suddenly rang. It was An Sze calling. "I've cleaned up the house for you. You and Nuannuan should go back quickly. It's freezing outside."
"You went back?"
"Yes, I was afraid of disturbing your loving relationship."
His loud voice came through the phone, filled with resentment. He was probably acting like a spoiled brat because he was being made to do chores, and he was yelling to vent his anger.
Li Jingchen hung up the phone. "Let's go back."
The house was cleaned very thoroughly; not only the kitchen but also the living room was tidy.
When Song Nuan entered the room, she found that the aromatherapy had been changed. An Szeze would never do such a thing; it was probably Lin Xuan who changed it casually.
She sighed, "No wonder you said Fang Yu is still a bit lacking in experience, but not everyone can be like Lin Xuan."
Li Jingchen tightened his bathrobe, picked up his notebook, sat on the edge of the bed, and unconsciously tucked his long legs into the blanket. "He earns tens of millions a year, so Fang Yu doesn't need to do too much with her meager salary."
Song Nuan pouted, feeling that his words implied that she was criticizing Fang Yu for paying her too low a salary.
Li Jingchen knew she had misunderstood him, so he smiled but didn't explain. Based on the facts, Fang Yu's abilities were not yet commensurate with a higher salary.
Song Nuan slipped on her bottom and burrowed into the blankets.
"I need to rest."
She actually wanted to suggest that Li Jingchen work in the study, as having the lights on would affect her sleep.
Unexpectedly, the man casually placed the laptop on the bedside table, said "Turn off the lights," and all the lights went out, plunging the bedroom into darkness. Song Nuan was momentarily stunned.
"You didn't want a job..."
"Hmm—"
His cool lips pressed against hers without warning. The man's hand covered Song Nuan's waist. He was restless, kissing her while searching for the buttons on her pajamas.
Song Nuan slightly opened her eyes, then turned her head back. "Li Jingchen, I'm still on my period."
"I know."
He toned down his movements a bit, but only toned them down, not stopped. He continued to caress and roam over her skin with a clear sense of unease, his movements sometimes light and sometimes heavy, the teasing intent obvious.
Women's hormones are very unstable during their menstrual period. When Song Nuan noticed the changes in her body, she immediately kicked him away.
"Go sleep in the second bedroom!"
"don't want."
Song Nuan stared at him. In fact, the room was pitch black after the lights were turned off, and she could only stare in one direction.
She rolled up the blanket with practiced ease, "Then I'll go."
Li Jingchen grabbed her wrist, pulled her back into his arms, and swiftly snatched the blanket from her hands, then shook it and covered them both with it. "I'm not teasing you anymore, go to sleep."
Song Nuan chuckled coldly. She wasn't really angry with him, but after all this commotion, she wasn't sleepy anymore.
I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Li Jingchen suddenly spoke up, "Song Nuan, let's have a child."
Song Nuan's expression froze for a moment, and in that instant, her mind went blank as if struck by something.
She forced a smile. "Did you drink too much tonight?"
"I am perfectly sober."
Does this sound like something he would say when he's sober?
Song Nuan understood him. They had discussed the issue of having children before, and they were in agreement: they didn't want them, and there was no need for them—even though at that time his identity was Lu Ziyang.
But Song Nuan felt there was no difference.
"I'm serious. Think about it, okay?" He held her, his voice softer than ever before, as if begging her to agree.
Song Nuan pursed her lips.
Giving birth to the heir of the Li family sounds like a sure-fire way to make money. Not only could one enter high society, but one might also gain access to the Li family's wealth and power, thus securing a foothold within the family.
No normal person would refuse.
Song Nuan asked him, "Can you tell me why?"
Li Jingchen countered, "Don't you want to have a child with me?"
"Putting the child aside, you have a fiancée now, and you want another woman to have your child," Song Nuan chuckled, seemingly mocking, "Although illegitimate children have inheritance rights, I don't want my child to be an illegitimate child."
Song Nuan had been trying her best to tell herself not to care.
But she couldn't help but say sarcastic things; she couldn't truly ignore it.
"You don't believe me?"
How can I trust you?
The question almost slipped out of Song Nuan's mouth. She wanted to ask him whether he was in a meeting at the company that night or whether he was secretly with Zhong Qingya.
She let out a long sigh, turned around, and faced away from him. She didn't want to argue with him, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Li Jingchen's voice was deep. He was actually aware of Song Nuan's resentment. "There is no possibility between Zhong Qingya and me, Nuan Nuan. Why won't you stand on my side?"
Song Nuan smiled silently in the darkness.
"How do you expect me to side with you? Get pregnant, have a child with you, so you have an excuse to force the Zhong family to break off the engagement?"
Li Jingchen's eyes narrowed.
His thin lips were pressed into a line, and the sharp angles of his jaw were somewhat blurred by the darkness. He lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions within them.
He asked, "Is that all you think of me?"
Song Nuan did not speak.
Li Jingchen wouldn't allow her to avoid the issue. He sat up, scooped her up with his hand, and turned on the bedside lamp with his other hand.
The lamp was small, and the light shone from their sides, just enough to illuminate their silhouettes.
He gripped Song Nuan's shoulder, but she brushed his hand away, looked at him, and asked calmly, "Li Jingchen, are you sure you want to talk to me about these things at this time?"
Her gaze was calm and unwavering, blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness and desolation. Li Jingchen disliked that look in her eyes.
He didn't speak, so Song Nuan continued, "It's getting late, let's talk about it tomorrow."
She lay back down as if nothing had happened.
Li Jingchen sat alone.
Song Nuan had her back to him, her hair scattered on the pillow, with a few strands falling onto her neck. She had her eyes closed, and Li Jingchen knew she wasn't asleep, but just didn't want to talk to him.
He silently got up, picked up his coat, put it on, and left the bedroom.
The door makes almost no sound when it opens and closes.
Li Jingchen was afraid of disturbing her, even though she was just pretending to sleep.
A few minutes after he left, Song Nuan slowly opened her eyes. All she saw was darkness. In the few minutes since the man had left, the bedding had grown cold, and his distinctive fragrance had almost completely dissipated.
Song Nuan got up, found her earphones, put them in her ears, and played a lullaby to force herself to sleep.
It's 3 a.m.
Downstairs in the Huayuan residential complex, under the streetlights, stood a tall and slender man, his shadow stretched long on the ground.
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