Song Nuan wrapped her arms around his and pulled him around, turning his back to Ah Xuan. "Did you spend money behind my back again?"
Lu Ziyang admitted, "It did cost a little bit."
"Damn it, such a respectable butler! How much did you pay for him?"
He made up a story: "They charge by the day, 100,000 a day. It's expensive, but as long as you don't run around, they can absolutely guarantee that you won't be bothered by any reporters or the Song or Qin families. Otherwise, they'll take responsibility for the consequences. Nuannuan, remember to reimburse me when you get the money."
Song Nuan rolled her eyes at him. "You're really something. But now that you mention it, it does seem like a good deal. Okay, you did a great job."
A hint of smugness appeared on Lu Ziyang's face. "Are you satisfied?"
"Hmm, very satisfied. I'll reimburse you in full once I've figured out what's going on with my assets."
He said with a smile, "I'm also the helper you invited, so hug me too."
The parking lot was empty and quiet.
His flirting came out of nowhere.
Ah Xuan coughed lightly and immediately turned his back.
Song Nuan was speechless: "Did I invite you, or were you pestering me? Besides, are we still in that kind of relationship?"
He smoothly picked up the conversation: "I only helped you with a small favor, and you're already thinking of making me a permanent employee?"
Song Nuan's face darkened, pretending not to understand human language.
Seeing that her expression was obviously unpleasant, he wisely changed the subject.
"Young ladies are so hard to woo. I'm spending 100,000 a day on this, I've given you my life savings. I've worked so hard as a male model, and in the end, it all went to the boss."
Song Nuan was amused by him and patted his shoulder, "Your coffin is a bit thin. Once my account is unblocked, I'll definitely add some stuff to it. Slider, flip, or touchscreen, you can choose whichever you like."
After saying that, she turned and left the parking lot.
Behind him, Lu Ziyang asked lazily, "Where are you going?"
Song Nuan froze on the spot, turned around to look at him, a little embarrassed: "Yeah, where am I going?"
"This way." He turned and walked towards the elevator entrance not far away.
Song Nuan scratched her eyebrows and quickly followed.
This is a mid-range residential area in Nanshan District, bustling with people and full of life.
They lived in a high-end area within a mid-range residential district.
One building, one apartment per floor, Lu Ziyang lives on the top floor, the 32nd floor.
The three of them entered the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a house with a modern interior design.
The space of just over 200 square meters has been decorated to look like that of 400 square meters, creating a high-end and sophisticated atmosphere.
The living room's huge floor-to-ceiling windows are bright and airy, offering a panoramic view of the entire Liangcheng city.
Song Nuan really likes this place.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she exclaimed in surprise, "The houses in this area aren't very expensive, but they're not cheap either. The house and renovations will cost quite a bit. Lu Ziyang, I didn't realize you were so good at saving money."
Lu Ziyang shrugged indifferently and joked, "This is all thanks to Miss Song for taking such good care of my business these past few years. One-third of this house is thanks to your sponsorship. So please don't be shy, make yourself at home."
Song Nuan was both amused and exasperated.
She had to admit that her heart, which had been throbbing with pain just moments before, had calmed down considerably because of Lu Ziyang's appearance.
Now, she has fallen into the dust, and even she herself cannot be sure what the future holds.
Yet Lu Ziyang was willing to go to such lengths to help her.
Looking out the window at the drizzling rain, Song Nuan's heart gradually cleared up without her realizing it.
evening.
Lu Ziyang went out and bought a whole carload of daily necessities, fruits and vegetables, as well as various pots and pans, adding a lot of warmth and life to the home.
In less than an hour, he had prepared four dishes and a soup.
After several rounds of drinks...
Song Nuan's face flushed slightly, and she fell asleep right there on the table.
Lu Ziyang stroked her cheek, his deep-seated tenderness overflowing like a flood.
At this moment, Assistant Ah Xuan walked out from the shadows.
"boss."
"Did you find it?"
Lu Ziyang's gaze remained fixed on Song Nuan.
Ah Xuan: "We found out. Before he passed away, the old master of the Song family made a will. The will stipulated that Miss Song and Qin Yuchuan's marriage must last for three years. Once the three-year period is up, Miss Song will have the absolute right to inherit the Song Group. The Song family does not want Miss Song to inherit, which is why we have had this series of events recently."
Lu Ziyang's lips curled into a cold smile. "So it was all about inheritance rights."
Ah Xuan nodded: "It seems that's the case so far. Boss, what are your plans? After all, this is an internal matter for the Song family, and it doesn't seem convenient for us to interfere directly."
Lu Ziyang stood up, picked up the sleeping Song Nuan in his arms, and said, "If it's inconvenient to intervene directly, then intervene indirectly. Go contact Young Master An and tell him that I need to speak with him."
"yes."
The next day.
Under the bright sunshine, Song Nuan was awakened by a headache.
She struggled to sit up; she was all alone in the large master bedroom.
Her long hair was loose and hung down to her waist. She had changed her clothes from last night and was wearing new pajamas.
Lu Ziyang gave her a bath and thoughtfully bought her new pajamas.
Although they had a long-standing adult relationship, and had even had their share of encounters in the bathroom and bathtub.
The thought of him bathing me still makes me blush.
She rolled out of bed and walked barefoot out of the master bedroom.
The entire house was empty.
A prepared breakfast is on the table.
There was a sticky note with Lu Ziyang's neat and elegant handwriting: "Breakfast is ready, remember to eat. I'm going to work now, see you tonight."
A faint smile appeared on Song Nuan's lips.
Lu Ziyang had put thought into preparing a nutritious breakfast, using all of her favorite foods.
After quickly washing up in the bathroom, she sat down at the dining table and began to enjoy her meal.
Just then, the phone rang.
I thought it was Lu Ziyang calling.
When I picked it up, I was surprised to find it was an unfamiliar landline number from Liangcheng.
She instinctively thought it was a reporter and immediately hung up.
The phone kept ringing relentlessly.
She got annoyed and answered directly: "I don't accept interviews! I'm not the one who cheated! Please interview Qin Yuchuan!"
A deep voice came from across the room: "Hello, is this Song Nuan? This is the police station of the Nanshan District of Liangcheng. There's new progress in your mother's case. We've found her, and we need you to come to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."
Song Nuan suddenly stood up: "What did you say? You found her? Where's my mom? Let her answer the phone!"
"It's not convenient yet. We need your cooperation in the investigation. When would you be available?"
Suspicion arose in Song Nuan's heart.
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