The big man had a loud voice, and his shout instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
The owner said, "Handsome, we're just a small business, not that high-end. We don't offer private rooms. And it's not just us; none of these barbecue restaurants offer that."
Song Nuan felt a little embarrassed.
Li Jingchen seemed oblivious. Sometimes Song Nuan admired his composure; he could remain calm and collected no matter the occasion.
She cannot reach that state of mind yet.
As she was pondering this, the man beside her uttered something astonishing: "Then clear out all the customers in the store and clean it up. I'll pay for it."
He added, "Double."
What?
Song Nuan looked at Li Jingchen in disbelief. What had she just heard?
"Are you crazy!" Song Nuan gently tugged at his sleeve.
The big man was dumbfounded, and so was the owner. In his twenty years of running a barbecue restaurant, this was the first time he had encountered a customer like this. To put it simply, the demands were unreasonable, but the money was very generous.
He continued to raise the price, "Three times."
The owner's hand holding the skewers trembled slightly; he was almost knocked unconscious by the pie, so how could he concentrate on grilling skewers?
“Five times.” Li Jingchen was generous, and casually gave his terms: “I will pay for the meals of the customers who were dismissed from the store, and I will give each person an extra 10,000 as compensation.”
The customers inside the store were completely unaware of this immense wealth, but the customers outside were quite different.
Upon hearing this, some people have already taken out their WeChat payment QR codes.
"Handsome, I'm not greedy. Just transfer five thousand to me. Once the money is in my account, I'll pack my things and get out of here."
Song Nuan was truly impressed.
She pulled Li Jingchen away, smiled apologetically at them, and said, "I'm sorry, he's been drinking and hasn't sobered up yet. His mind isn't clear, so please don't take his words seriously."
"Not eating anymore?" He looked down at her.
Song Nuan said angrily, "With you causing such a mess, who can eat?"
He smiled but remained silent.
Song Nuan belatedly realized what was happening and glared at him, "Oh, so you did it on purpose, Li Jingchen, you're really cunning!"
He smiled and took her fist; it was soft and yielding, like a tickle to him. "I'm afraid you'll get sick from eating it. If you get an upset stomach, you'll be the one suffering."
"Why do you have to curse me for no reason?"
"Okay, I won't curse you." Her hands were a little cold, so Li Jingchen casually put them in his pocket. "I'm sleepy, let's go home and sleep."
His eyes were dark and his brows showed signs of fatigue as he spoke.
Song Nuan couldn't bear to let him continue to suffer, so she nodded in agreement and was led by him toward the Maybach parked by the roadside.
She hadn't walked far when she felt something following her like a shadow. Even though Li Jingchen was beside her, Song Nuan's heart still trembled.
Li Jingchen just flaunted his wealth in front of so many people. There are all sorts of people at a barbecue stall; who knows if there are any vicious criminals hiding among them who might try to rob or kidnap him if they hear about money?
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her palms started sweating with nervousness.
"Li Jingchen".
"Um?"
"Let's not go over there, let's wait a while before we go," she said softly. The car was parked across the street, and to get there, they would have to cross a quiet, secluded alley.
Quiet, remote, and sparsely populated.
Isn't this the perfect location for a murder?
Song Nuan licked her dry tongue. "It seems like someone is following us. Let's go back to the barbecue stall first and call the police."
Li Jingchen finally understood why her hands were shaking so badly.
He thought she was cold, but it turned out she was afraid.
"How could anyone be following us in the middle of the night?" Li Jingchen smiled helplessly, unable to do anything about it. He then turned around to see who was following them.
"Hey, don't look!"
Song Nuan complied with him and pulled him aside. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and she bent over in pain, almost losing her balance.
Li Jingchen quickly helped her up, "What's wrong?"
"Stomachache."
He paused for a moment, glanced at the calendar on his phone, and said, "Your period should be early this month."
Song Nuan cursed under her breath, her face contorted in pain. "Go buy me some painkillers, or a heat pack will do."
Pharmacies are probably all closed now, so there's a high chance you won't be able to buy the medicine. Going to the hospital for emergency treatment would be making a mountain out of a molehill.
By the time you get to the hospital, the pain might be gone.
Li Jingchen was worried about leaving her there alone, so he squatted down in front of her and said, "I'll carry you there."
"Stop torturing me."
"and you……"
Song Nuan interrupted him, "There are shops all around here, and so many people. I won't get into any trouble."
As she spoke, she looked around warily. When she felt unwell, her neurotic tendencies disappeared, and she saw everyone as a good person and no longer felt like she was being followed.
Li Jingchen sighed, "Then wait for me here, don't wander off."
She nodded.
He opened the map, checked the nearest convenience store, and ran there, quickly disappearing from Song Nuan's sight.
"Did you just see that? Was it him?"
"I think it's him. Even though he changed his clothes, his build and demeanor are so similar that it's hard to find another person who looks exactly like him."
"He's really something..."
Song Nuan lay on the table, surrounded by several female voices chattering about something. She wasn't deliberately eavesdropping; they were too close, and even if she didn't want to listen, she couldn't.
"He's handsome, but unfortunately he's a jerk."
"He's tall, handsome, and rich—he's got it all—and you still expect him to be faithful?"
Song Nuan pricked up her ears.
The group continued talking, “But his fiancée is also very beautiful. He left early, and Miss Zhong didn’t say a single harsh word to us. Such a gentle person, how could he not cherish her?”
Miss Zhong?
Song Nuan's heart skipped a beat. There couldn't be such a coincidence.
Is the man they're talking about Li Jingchen?
Song Nuan looked up and saw three women standing about five steps in front of her, looking in the direction Li Jingchen had left.
Her heart sank, and she suddenly realized something.
Song Nuan dared not think too deeply about it; she was afraid of getting stuck in a rut, and even more afraid of being swallowed up by this endless doubt.
Her relationship with Li Jingchen could no longer withstand any more turmoil.
Perhaps because she was too eager to escape, her stomach pain subsided instantly. Song Nuan propped herself up on the table, silently turned around, and prepared to leave.
"Hello, hello, hello—"
She had barely moved when she heard the women behind her gasp in surprise, as if they had discovered something earth-shattering: "She's gone!"
Song Nuan paused slightly.
"She must have overheard what we were saying and told you to keep your voices down. Now look what's happened. If she makes a scene with Miss Zhong, the wedding will be canceled, and we'll lose our commissions too."
"I didn't name names..."
"Exactly, so what if she's the mistress and still has the nerve to complain? Even if she makes a scene, she'll be the one leaving. Don't sympathize with the mistress too much."
Song Nuan moved slowly and deliberately, not knowing where she was going, but instinctively wanting to get rid of those harsh sounds.
Miss Zhong, the wedding, the groom is a tall, rich and handsome man.
With so much information, if Song Nuan still can't figure it out, then she really has something wrong with her brain.
Mistress?
One day, she would become the mistress in other people's eyes.
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