Li Jingchen grabbed a handful of vegetables and threw them at his face.
With swift movements, An Szeze sensed the danger, but it was too late to dodge. Wet vegetable leaves clung to his face, carrying the damp smell of earth.
He spat several times to get rid of the dirt he had accidentally ingested.
"Old Li, you lost your wife, and your conscience went with her, didn't it?"
An Sze was furious. He threw the vegetables back in a huff, his resentment overflowing. "You just wait, I'll get Song Nuan and Zhou Jing here right now."
Li Jingchen finally reacted, "Stop."
"how?"
"Are you planning to freeload if you don't help?"
"..."
An Sze laughed in exasperation, obediently sat back down, and picked up the vegetables he had thrown on the ground. He was a young master who had never suffered hardship, so he imitated Li Jingchen and picked the vegetables, leaving only a few tender leaves.
The only sound in the room was the crisp sound of tearing vegetable leaves.
The quieter it was, the more itchy An Sze's mouth became, and his heart was filled with restlessness, eager to try.
"Won't you feel awkward when they arrive?"
"What's there to be embarrassed about?"
An Sze glanced at him a few times, chuckled twice, and muttered under his breath, "Let's see how long you can keep up this act."
He didn't like joining in the fun, but if there was something exciting to watch, An Sze would never miss it. Despite the risk of being scolded, An Sze still sent a message to Song Nuan in advance.
'Nuan Nuan, Lao Li is here too, so be prepared.'
Ten minutes passed.
The message seemed to sink without a trace; Song Nuan gave no reply. An Sze waited anxiously until the doorbell rang—
He looked at Li Jingchen.
Unexpectedly, there was no one behind him.
An Sze stood there, pacing around the kitchen a few times. Then, as if possessed, he opened a cupboard, wanting to see if Li Jingchen was inside. Of course, there was nothing there.
The doorbell rang again.
And then there was Ouyang Zhoujing's voice, "Size, open the door."
An Sze muttered to himself as he ran to open the door. His first glance fell on Song Nuan, trying to find some emotion on her face—surprise, doubt, or something else.
But there was nothing there.
Her beautiful face was expressionless, very calm, with only a faint smile. An Szeze knew that it was just her habit and didn't mean anything.
"Aren't you going to let us in?" Ouyang Zhoujing joked.
An Szeze snapped out of his daze and stepped aside to make way for him. "What are you talking about? You really know how to pick your time. The food has just been put into the pot."
He spoke while glancing at Song Nuan.
Seeing Ouyang Zhoujing change his shoes and head to the living room first, An Szeze took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention and pulled Song Nuan aside, "Didn't you see the message I sent you?"
"Your phone is off, what's wrong?"
What's wrong?
An Sze frowned, sensing something was wrong with her, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't you know where this is? And you came here with Zhou Jing!"
Song Nuan looked up at him and found him amusing.
"Didn't you ask Zhou Jing to call me over here?"
Ansze was speechless.
He coughed guiltily and changed the subject, "With Lao Li here, you can still leave now. Zhou Jing will listen to you. Don't make it too awkward if you meet later."
Song Nuan smiled and asked in return, "Zhou Jing and I didn't do anything wrong, did we? Why are we avoiding him?"
"you……"
"Young Master An, save your energy. You don't need to play both sides. If you don't handle things properly, you'll just be a fence-sitter." Song Nuan's tone was meaningful.
An Sze's face stiffened.
He knew Song Nuan was smart; he had only heard about it before, but today was the first time he had witnessed her intelligence being used on him.
He was indeed deliberately trying to make amends.
Whether as An Sze or the heir of the An family, from a personal or corporate perspective, An Sze does not want Li Jingchen and Ouyang Zhoujing to break up.
"Sze, are you all alone?"
Hearing Ouyang Zhoujing's words, An Sze composed himself and walked towards him, "Yes."
Ouyang Zhoujing hummed in agreement and didn't ask anything further.
Song Nuan ate her meal quietly as well.
"Is it to your liking?" Ouyang Zhoujing asked considerately.
Song Nuan nodded, "It's okay, I'm not a picky eater."
An Szeze watched the two of them chatting away, secretly rolled his eyes, and then, under the table, he touched his phone, took it out, and opened his chat with Li Jingchen.
'Where the hell did you run off to? You just left me here all alone for no reason.'
"Old Li, if you still consider me a brother, get your ass out here. You wanted to see Song Nuan, went through all this trouble, and now that she's here, you've run away?"
'So you want me to be your surveillance camera?'
An Szeze got angrier and angrier, and stopped pretending. He put down his chopsticks and started typing furiously on the keyboard.
'If you don't come out, I'm leaving.'
'Zhou Jing is so smart, you can't hide it from him. If you're a man, come out!'
About twenty meters from the kitchen, behind the door of the master bedroom, Li Jingchen held his phone, messages popping up non-stop like a machine gun.
He slowly typed a few words into the input box.
'Let Zhou Jing drink.'
Ansze: '?'
Ansze: 'What are you doing? He drove here; he can't drink.'
Li Jingchen was speechless. 'Aren't you going to send him home?'
"Grass."
An Sze cursed under his breath, almost smashing his phone. His overreaction caught the attention of Song Nuan and Ouyang Zhoujing, who both looked up at him with puzzled expressions.
Having known each other for decades, Ouyang Zhoujing glanced at his phone and asked, "Who upset you?"
An Sze scoffed and shouted towards the bedroom, "Who else could it be but a dog!"
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
An Szeze wasn't acting; he genuinely didn't want to talk about it. He opened a bottle of red wine and filled Ouyang Zhoujing's glass. "I've been having the worst luck lately, Zhoujing. I don't care, you have to drink with me tonight."
Ouyang Zhoujing pushed the wine glass back, "I'm driving."
"Song Nuan can drive, right? She'll take you home in a bit, what are you afraid of!"
Unable to resist An Sze's repeated urging, Ouyang Zhoujing drank one cup. But once you start drinking, there's no reason to only drink one cup, so he drank a second cup, a third cup...
Song Nuan had already eaten her fill, but Ouyang Zhoujing was still drinking.
Or rather, he was half-persuaded and half-forced to drink by An Sze-tse.
She got up.
The man, his cheeks flushed, reacted a beat slower but was still quick enough to grab her wrist. "Nuan Nuan, where are you going? Are you going home?"
"No, I went to the balcony for some fresh air. I'm a little dazed."
"good."
Ouyang Zhoujing released his grip.
An Sze followed Song Nuan out of the corner of his eye, watching her walk to the master bedroom and knock on the door.
He breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Ouyang Zhoujing, and poured water down his throat.
"Open the door, it's me." Song Nuan's voice was cold. "I know you're inside, no need to hide, I..."
The door suddenly opened, and Song Nuan felt a force wrap around her body, pulling her inside.
"Li Jingchen, what are you doing!"
The man held her tightly, with such force that he almost choked her unconscious.
No matter how much she struggled, Li Jingchen wouldn't let go. He greedily inhaled her unique fragrance and felt her soft body, her slender waist, her tender skin... he didn't want to miss a single inch.
"Hmm—"
Li Jingchen kissed her lips anxiously.
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