Ouyang Zhoujing handed her his phone. "The evidence is all in here. I've erased all the information involving the group's secrets, but I believe you can understand the ins and outs."
Song Nuan turned her head away, her refusal quite clear.
She didn't want to see it.
Ouyang Zhoujing didn't press her. He took back his phone, his voice still gentle, but the words he said were unpleasant.
“After returning from the cruise ship, A-Jing hasn’t gone to the company, and I haven’t been able to contact you either. If I’m not mistaken, you two have been staying together all this time.”
He said, "Didn't you realize that the collapse of the Ouyang family's business partner's funding chain was his doing?"
Song Nuan remained silent. "Perhaps it's just a coincidence."
“There are no coincidences in the business world. It doesn’t matter if I lose one project. The Ouyang Group has no shortage of projects. But Song Nuan, stop lying to yourself. In A Jing’s options, you are the one who was abandoned.”
"Enough!"
Song Nuan slammed her hand on the table with a cold face. She was no longer drunk and was frighteningly sober. Everything she wanted to hear and didn't want to hear was in her head.
Her anger was written all over her face, and Ouyang Zhoujing knew she was unhappy, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.
He glanced at his phone.
"Did Ah Jing tell you tonight that he was going to the company?"
Song Nuan looked up at him, and he keenly caught the fleeting surprise in her eyes. Even if Song Nuan didn't say anything, he knew the answer.
He smiled. "Do you believe it?"
"What's there to disbelieve? Zhou Jing, you've really crossed the line." Song Nuan grabbed her bag and was about to leave.
My wrist was suddenly grabbed.
She turned around in confusion and heard Ouyang Zhoujing say, "You're drunk, it's not safe for you to be alone, I'll take you home."
Song Nuan wanted to say no, but she didn't have a chance to say it. Although Ouyang Zhoujing's movements were gentle, he used a clever trick, and Song Nuan couldn't struggle at all, let alone break free from his restraints.
He drove there. Song Nuan was put into the passenger seat, Ouyang Zhoujing fastened her seatbelt, and closed the car door.
The car was well heated, so it didn't feel cold even late at night.
“Take me back to Huxin Street.”
Ouyang Zhoujing glanced at her but didn't say anything. Song Nuan didn't know what he was thinking, so she assumed he had heard her and leaned against the car window, closing her eyes to rest.
She wasn't sleepy at all.
Lakeside Street is where her villa is located. For some reason, she didn't want Ouyang Zhoujing to take her back to Li Jingchen's house.
He drove very steadily, and Song Nuan leaned against him, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Until she heard Ouyang Zhoujing's voice, "Song Nuan".
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze gradually focusing, and reached for her seatbelt, saying as she did so, "Are we there yet? Thank you."
When Song Nuan looked out the window, she froze.
This is not her house.
She turned her head, frowned, and looked at Ouyang Zhoujing, withdrawing her hand from the car door. "Where did you bring me?"
Ouyang Zhoujing smiled faintly, "You'll know when you get off the bus."
Song Nuan inexplicably sensed an eerie feeling in his smile, and she suddenly had a bad feeling. She turned to look out the window a second time and suddenly remembered where she was.
The building in front of us belongs to the Li Group.
Song Nuan looked at him with an unfriendly expression, "Why did you bring me here?"
She wouldn't get out of the car, and there was nothing Ouyang Zhoujing could do. He couldn't force her to get out, but of course, if he wanted to, he could just drag Song Nuan out.
But that was not his goal.
From beginning to end, all he wanted was for Song Nuan to see reality clearly.
He rolled down the car window, his gentle voice incongruous with the night, "Ah Jing's office is on the thirty-second floor. Look up, Song Nuan, see if the lights are on on the thirty-second floor."
Song Nuan's face darkened, and her tone was harsh, "Are you too idle?"
"Are you afraid to face it?"
"..."
She gritted her teeth and glared at Ouyang Zhoujing, but a voice in her heart told her to look up and see if what Ouyang Zhoujing said was true.
"Fine, don't look then." He curled his lips into a perfect smile, just like his face—there wasn't a single flaw, yet it just made people uncomfortable to look at him.
Ouyang Zhoujing sat back in the driver's seat, and in the brief moment, Song Nuan finally couldn't help but look up at the top of the building.
She didn't know the exact floor, but only the lower floors were lit up, and she could tell with the naked eye that this was definitely not the thirty-second floor.
Ouyang Zhoujing said, "I'll take you back now."
Song Nuan suddenly changed her mind.
Just a second before Ouyang Zhoujing locked the car, she suddenly pushed open the car door, didn't even grab her coat, and strode towards the building.
Ouyang Zhoujing was taken aback, then chased after him.
When the receptionist saw Song Nuan, she smiled and asked her in a formal tone, "Hello, who are you looking for?"
“Li Jingchen,” Song Nuan said his name expressionlessly.
The receptionist was stunned upon hearing this, and her gaze towards Song Nuan changed several times in a few seconds. There were too many people who came to Li's to stage an accident and try to hug Li Jingchen. The receptionist was used to it and had her own set of ways to deal with it.
Do you have an appointment?
"No."
What is your relationship with the Li family?
Song Nuan choked, suddenly unsure how to describe their relationship. Although it only lasted a few seconds, the receptionist still noticed something amiss.
The receptionist scoffed inwardly, but remained outwardly respectful and polite. "If you are familiar with President Li, you can call him directly and have him send his secretary down to pick you up."
"Otherwise, we can't let you in without an appointment."
Song Nuan wasn't actually looking for Li Jingchen; she just wanted to confirm whether what Ouyang Zhoujing said was true.
Even if she didn't want to admit it, she was indeed influenced by Ouyang Zhoujing's words.
She cares a lot.
"Li Jingchen is at the company, right?"
The receptionist smiled and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, we cannot disclose Mr. Li's whereabouts, and we don't know his schedule."
The receptionist doesn't know Li Jingchen's schedule?
This doesn't sound like an excuse, after all, the group president's schedule wouldn't really be told to a lowly receptionist.
but--
“I’m not asking about his schedule,” Song Nuan corrected her, stubbornly insisting on getting an answer. “I’m asking you whether he’s currently at the company.”
"Madam, please don't make things difficult for me."
The receptionist, having been asked so many questions, grew a little annoyed and gradually showed signs of impatience. "If you want to know, make an appointment."
"Then I'll make an appointment now."
Receptionist: "I'm sorry, you need to make an appointment with Assistant Lin to see President Li, not with me."
Song Nuan: "..."
Her face turned pale and then flushed; she was clearly furious.
The receptionist glanced at the time, then smiled slightly at her, "Do you have any other time? If not, I'm going home now."
"Song Nuan".
Song Nuan heard Ouyang Zhoujing's voice behind her and turned around. Seeing him, her displeasure intensified.
It's all because of him.
Song Nuan gave him a cold look, "Let's go."
"Since we're already here, why don't we go up and take a look?" Ouyang Zhoujing pulled her along, tilting his head slightly towards her, looking inexplicably alluring.
Of course, it wasn't Song Nuan who got hooked up, but the young woman at the front desk.
She was somewhat shocked and asked uncertainly, "You are...Young Master Ouyang?"
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