These words were giving Song Nuan a way out.
In fact, Song Nuan had already anticipated this.
He was Lu Ziyang's good brother. Although their relationship was a private matter, if An Sze was really trying to reconcile them, Song Nuan would have to give him face.
After all, An Sze had helped her a lot.
He is different from Lu Ziyang.
He had no obligation to help her; he helped her entirely because of Lu Ziyang.
Song Nuan ate her meal quietly without answering.
An Szeze wasn't in a hurry and ate slowly with her, but he frequently checked his phone, clearly not in the mood to eat.
Even Song Nuan lost her appetite.
She put down her chopsticks.
An Sze immediately looked up, "Not eating?"
Song Nuan smiled at him, "Actually, I was quite reluctant to part with him, but he lied to me."
"What?" An Sze didn't quite catch it. "How could he lie to you? If he could, Lao Lu would rip his heart out for you to see."
Song Nuan asked, "He must have been hiding a lot from me, didn't you know?"
An Sze-tse finally realized what was going on.
He didn't know anything else, but his true identity was indeed being kept secret.
He gave an awkward twitch of his lips. "So you're not planning to divorce Qin Yuchuan?"
"We'll separate when the time comes."
Before An Sze could ask anything else, his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at her and said, "Nuan Nuan, I'm going out to answer a phone call."
Song Nuan nodded.
After waiting for a full ten minutes, An Sze didn't return. Song Nuan got up and went out, but didn't see An Sze anywhere.
She beckoned to a waiter and asked, "Where is Young Master An?"
The waiter replied, "Young Master An had an urgent matter and left temporarily. He said he would be back in a while. If you are bored, there is a recreation room downstairs. Would you like me to take you there?"
Coincidentally, Song Nuan wanted to find an opportunity to go to the club to look for clues.
"Okay, let's go."
The waiter led her to the entertainment area on the third floor.
The rooms are all private and have complete entertainment facilities, but Song Nuan is alone and can't do anything special.
After the waiter left, Song Nuan went out for a stroll.
The second floor is a quiet bar.
She went to the bar and ordered a glass of fruit wine. When she turned her head, she suddenly saw a figure that looked eight or nine parts like Xie Lingyu.
Song Nuan followed without hesitation.
Xie Lingyu entered a private room.
The moment she opened the door, Song Nuan could clearly see a man sitting inside through the crack.
The light was dim and she was far away, so she wasn't sure if the man was Song Zhiren.
We need to find a way to get in.
Just then, a cleaner pushed her cart past.
Song Nuanxin had an idea. She took out a small amount of cash from her bag and stuffed it into the cleaner's hand. "Auntie, can I borrow your clothes and your car for a bit?"
The people working here are all trained.
The cleaning staff stared at her warily. "What do you want to do? Are you planning to do something illegal?"
No.
"Then what do you want my things for?"
Song Nuan pinched her thigh, squeezing out two tears, looking pitiful. "Auntie, I just saw a man who looks a lot like my dad, and I wanted to go in and see if he's cheating on me..."
The cleaners remained unmoved.
Song Nuan intensified her efforts, and two lines of clear tears streamed down her face.
"Sigh, the main problem is that the woman he's suspected of cheating on me with is my best friend of over twenty years."
The cleaner's expression changed.
She took off her gloves and clothes and handed them to Song Nuan, instructing her, "Remember to leave your things in the stairwell when you're done using them. I'll come back to get them. Also, don't let the manager find out."
Sure enough, no one can escape gossip.
Song Nuan wiped away her tears and nodded, sobbing.
She quickly changed her clothes.
With a hat and mask on, and the lighting dim, it was almost impossible to recognize him.
Song Nuan pushed the cart to knock on the door, "Hello, private room service."
"Wait a moment." A sweet voice came from inside the private room; it was indeed Xie Lingyu's voice.
Song Nuan stood at the door waiting. From time to time, she could hear a woman's high-pitched, short screams, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the faint sounds of a man's low moans and heavy breathing.
What they're doing is obvious.
This is practically evidence delivered to our doorstep.
Song Nuan reached out to push the door, but it was locked from the inside. She stamped her feet in frustration, but there was nothing she could do.
It is stipulated that the club's managers cannot be invited to run the event.
We can only wait.
While waiting, Song Nuan called Fang Yu: "Fang Yu, I found Xie Lingyu. I'm starting a live stream now. You can go in and record the whole thing."
Videos might be countered by accusing the creator of using AI, but live streaming can save a lot of trouble.
Fang Yu said, "Okay, Sister Song, be careful."
Song Nuan nodded, pulled up her mask, and put her phone in the bag in front of her chest.
The door just opened.
A foul odor wafted towards us.
The person who opened the door was Xie Lingyu, but there was another woman inside the private room.
Isn't it Xie Lingyu?
Xie Lingyu was dressed neatly, but you could still see that her clothes were very wrinkled. Someone as concerned about her image as her would never go out dressed like that.
Song Nuan changed her voice and said, "Miss, I'm here to collect the trash."
Xie Lingyu stepped aside. "Come in."
Song Nuanwei hunched over, looking cowardly and timid, and cautiously tried to enter the room, but was suddenly stopped by Xie Lingyu.
"No cars allowed, it's filthy. You can just go in and take the trash out with you."
Song Nuan: "Okay."
She went to the restroom first and took away the trash.
Then I went to the living room.
The man was sitting in the corner, far from the trash can, so Song Nuan couldn't see his face clearly. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and walk over.
After taking only a few steps, the man suddenly roared, "What are you doing here, you stinking garbage collector? You stink! Get away from me and get lost!"
Song Nuan froze.
That voice...it's not Song Zhiren at all!
But the name sounded familiar. Song Nuan didn't have time to think about it. She backed away while bowing and apologizing.
Their attitude was so humble it was down to the ground.
The man got even more worked up, "Damn it, what bad luck! Isn't the trash can right there? Are you blind?!"
"Mr. Li, why bother getting angry with someone like that?"
Xie Lingyu smiled and comforted her, then kicked the trash can, causing it to tip over and spill all the garbage out, along with some unidentified liquid, which looked extremely disgusting.
She laughed and said, "Take off your gloves and tidy up."
Song Nuan: "..."
Xie Lingyu is truly shameless to the core, and Song Nuan really wanted to slap her.
But now is not the time to act impulsively.
Fortunately, the mask covered most of her expression. Song Nuan suppressed her nausea, took off her left glove, and went to clean up the trash on the ground.
Just as she picked up the tissue, Xie Lingyu stepped on her right hand, causing Song Nuan to cry out in pain.
Xie Lingyu sneered, "I told you to take off your gloves. What, you only have a left hand? Then I think you don't need your right hand anymore."
Song Nuan said in a low, pained voice, "I'll take it off right now."
Xie Lingyu then moved her foot away. "You should have done this earlier. You have no sense of propriety."
As he spoke, he kicked Song Nuan hard in the butt.
Caught off guard, Song Nuan fell to the ground, her phone falling out of her chest pocket, screen up, and sliding a long distance on the slippery ground.
It slid to the man's feet.
He looked down and spat, "Damn, this woman is live-streaming us!"
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