Director Wu gave a wink to the person next to him, who understood and quietly followed Li Jingchen out a few seconds after he left.
"What kind of useless trash has Liangcheng raised! A criminal who imprisoned and abused others dares to be so arrogant, do you have no respect for the law?!"
Unable to win an argument with Li Jingchen, Zhong Guan immediately vented his anger on Director Wu.
Director Wu held his breath and gave Zhong Guan a fresh cup of hot tea.
"Mr. Zhong, calm down."
The more Zhong Guan talked, the angrier he became. He slapped Wu's hand away, which was holding a teacup. "I'm here to resolve issues, not to drink your lousy tea!"
Director Wu was prepared; a second before he made his move, he switched the teacup to his other hand.
Fortunately, the tea was not spilled and the teacup was not broken.
“Mr. Zhong, to be honest with you, President Li and your daughter are engaged, he is your prospective son-in-law. If what Assistant Lin said is true, and Miss Zhong's injuries were self-inflicted and have nothing to do with President Li, then…”
Zhong Guan glared at him with an unfriendly expression.
"To put it bluntly, President Li did not cause any real harm to your daughter. All this fuss is just a family matter between you two."
"Even if the investigation is conducted across provinces, the result will be the same."
He flew into a rage, "My daughter and he aren't even married, what kind of family matter is this?"
Director Wu smiled apologetically, "I misunderstood. After all, everyone is talking about the Li family's wedding in a few days. I thought your daughter and President Li were getting married soon."
After saying that, he became slightly serious and said, "If we are not married and not in a spousal relationship, then this matter will be easy to handle."
Director Wu asked somewhat uncertainly, "Mr. Zhong, you should be able to assure you that your daughter and President Li are not engaged or married, right?"
"..."
Zhong Guan was furious.
What's this?
Did they lift a rock only to drop it on their own foot?
Zhong Guan glared at Director Wu and left, seething with anger.
The office returned to quiet.
Just then, his subordinate returned. "Director Wu, President Li is waiting for you on the second floor."
"Understood, I'll go right away." Director Wu downed two cups of tea in one gulp, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes resolute, and got up to leave the office.
Regardless, Zhong Guan is from out of town, while Li Jingchen is the true king of Liangcheng.
Ultimately, we must stand on Li Jingchen's side.
Push open the door.
Director Wu immediately pledged his loyalty: "Don't worry, President Li, the person has been sent away, and we will do our best to smooth things over for you."
Li Jingchen gave a low hum. It would be best if the matter could be resolved, but it wouldn't matter if it couldn't. He had countless ways to fight against Zhong Guan.
It all comes down to who can hold out the longest.
Lin Xuan handed over his business card, "Director Wu, please contact me directly if you have any news."
Director Wu took the business card and said, "Okay."
It was very late when I left the police station.
The Song family's room was completely dark. Li Jingchen didn't turn on the lights. He sat on the sofa for a while, rubbing his temples, then got up, went to the second bedroom to wash up, and then returned to the master bedroom.
He lifted the covers and carefully lay down next to Song Nuan.
The movements were very gentle.
Song Nuan slowly opened her eyes, and their gazes met precisely in the darkness.
After a moment of eye contact, Song Nuan said, "You're so cold, how about—"
The man's handsome face suddenly loomed larger and became clearer. Before Song Nuan could dodge, his icy lips pressed against hers, sealing her unfinished words.
He easily pried open her jaw.
Song Nuan frowned, with nowhere to retreat, so she could only push against his chest, her whole body filled with resistance.
He seemed to sense her resistance and displeasure, so he became even more violent, forcibly invading her lips without a word, and plundering her without restraint.
"Hmm—"
Song Nuan could hardly breathe.
She desperately patted Li Jingchen's back, scratching and clawing through his thin nightgown.
The man finally let go.
Song Nuan gasped for breath, her lips slightly swollen, glaring at him. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.
Li Jingchen smiled slightly. Even though she was glaring at him, he felt happy. He tucked her in, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "Sleep."
Song Nuan's anger flared up instantly.
"You woke me up in the middle of the night, and now you want me to go back to sleep?"
"Then...?"
He turned on the small bedside lamp, and the pale yellow light shone behind him. From Song Nuan's angle, he was surrounded by a faint layer of light, which outlined the curves of his handsome features, and even the fine hairs on his face were clearly visible.
"Song Nuan, I have a lot to say."
"But now is not the time."
Song Nuan was speechless, her hands clenched into fists. Although she told herself there was no need to ask, she still couldn't help but ask.
"When I told you we needed to separate for a while so I could visit my uncle, you agreed so readily. Did you never really intend for me to leave?"
"No."
Song Nuan's eyes flickered slightly. "To tell the truth."
He smiled silently and asked in return, "If I think this way, will you stay and not leave?"
Song Nuan looked at him.
“You won’t.” He stroked her cheek as if it were a precious object, his eyes so tender they almost drowned her. “We both know that such hypothetical questions are meaningless.”
Song Nuan wanted to refute him, saying that her question wasn't hypothetical, but his was.
But she was too lazy to explain.
“If everything had to be meaningful, I wouldn’t have tolerated you until today, and I certainly wouldn’t have let you lie next to me right now.”
Song Nuan smiled, "What's the point of sleeping in the same bed and kissing a man who has a fiancée and is about to get married? Is it to pursue the thrill of being a mistress? Or to enjoy a dark and gloomy relationship that can't see the light of day, like a sewer?"
She didn't look at Li Jingchen's expression.
But the man's stiff posture already told her that he was very angry.
"So you can't get around Zhong Qingya anymore, is that it?"
What do you think?
Li Jingchen stared intently at her. After a moment, he sighed in frustration, turned off the light, and gently patted her back. "Go to sleep. In three more days, all of this will be over."
"Just wait three more days."
Song Nuan closed her eyes, completely ignoring the man's voice.
It's not that she can't get around Zhong Qingya; it's precisely because she's come to terms with it that she can so freely mock herself.
Three days?
Whether it's one day, three days, or three months, it has nothing to do with her.
With the wedding date approaching, Li Jingchen has been appearing in public less and less. Apart from staying overnight at the Song family's house that night, he hasn't returned for several nights since.
Song Zhiren was nowhere to be found.
Song Nuan asked Fang Yu to investigate and heard that Song Zhiren had been staying at a hotel with Su Yin and the two were very close.
She couldn't be bothered to break them up. As long as Su Yin and Song Zhiren didn't have designs on the Song family or the Song Corporation, she let them date however they wanted. She had already said what she should and shouldn't have said, and whether Su Yin listened or not was her business.
"Song Nuan, shall we go shopping this afternoon?"
"Sure."
Since she had nothing else to do, Song Nuan accepted Xu Yiran's invitation and drove to pick her up.
Liangcheng is prosperous, but after living there for a while, it's really just like that. After walking around a few times, Song Nuan's back started to ache, while Xu Yiran was still in high spirits. She had no choice but to find a coffee shop to wait for Xu Yiran's triumphant return.
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