My flight back to China is this afternoon.
On the morning of the day she was supposed to leave, Xiaoyue suddenly appeared in the hotel lobby.
"Sister Song Nuan!" Xiaoyue waved excitedly to Song Nuan, almost running to her. "Sister Song Nuan, are you planning to go back to China?"
Song Nuan didn't expect her to come.
She did not reveal her whereabouts, and it is unknown how Xiaoyue found out that she was at the hotel.
"Yes, the flight is this afternoon."
"This is chili sauce I made myself, I'm giving it to you!"
Song Nuan was a little surprised. She had come all this way just to deliver a bottle of chili sauce?
Seemingly noticing her confusion, Xiaoyue smiled sheepishly, "You paid me such a high salary, but I only actually worked a few days, so..."
"Thanks."
Song Nuan raised a polite smile.
After delivering the chili sauce, Xiaoyue glanced at Li Jingchen, but only for a moment before looking away.
She took something else out of her bag and carefully handed it to Song Nuan, "Sister Song Nuan, I see you often stay up late. This is a tea bag that I asked a friend who studies traditional Chinese medicine to prepare for you. Here you go."
She stuffed it in and then ran away.
On the plane, Song Nuan looked thoughtfully at the thing in her hand.
Li Jingchen sat down next to him.
He closed his eyes for a short rest, his thick, long eyelashes fluttering gently in the wind. His features were all exquisite, and after so many years together, Song Nuan had never grown tired of looking at his face.
He hides some of his sharpness when he sleeps.
Actually, it's not hard to understand a woman's mind, especially since Xiaoyue is younger than her.
A young girl's budding romantic feelings cannot be hidden.
Song Nuan knew very well that the chili sauce was for her, but the tea bags for conditioning her body were not.
As long as Li Jingchen doesn't cause trouble in bed, her daily routine is very stable. On the other hand, he often works until the wee hours of the morning after arriving in Country A.
Xiaoyue is using her to send the things out.
Song Nuan felt inexplicably irritable.
With a flick of his wrist, the tea bag traced a perfect arc in the air before landing in Li Jingchen's arms.
"Hmm?" The man opened his eyes.
He stared at the thing in his arms. "What's this?"
"I don't know." Song Nuan was inexplicably angry and said irritably.
Upon hearing this, Li Jingchen casually stuffed the things into his bag, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.
Song Nuan: "..."
She glared angrily at the man who looked like a corpse, gave a cold snort, turned her head to face the window, and imitated him by closing her eyes and going to sleep.
It was already the second day after we landed in Liangcheng.
Lin Xuan drove to pick him up. "Mr. Li, shall we go back to Miss Song's villa or back to the Garden?"
Song Nuan wore sunglasses, looking slightly aloof, and her red lips curved into a slight smile. "No need to see me off. Yi Ran will pick me up. I'll go back by myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the car behind Ghost beeped.
A slender arm reached out from the car window and waved to Song Nuan, "Song Nuan, I'm here!"
Taking the suitcase from Lin Xuan's hand, Song Nuan walked towards Xu Yiran.
"Mr. Li, this..."
"Let her be." Li Jingchen opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and said with a cold expression, "Let's go back to the Li Corporation first. What tricks has Jiang Jieting been up to lately?"
Lin Xuan said, "During your time in Country A, she dismissed the finance manager."
"Okay, I understand."
Guster gradually drove out of their sight.
After closing the trunk, Xu Yiran couldn't help but complain, "Look at this, this is what men are like, not even a little bit of trying to keep me. Nuannuan, is he really Li Jingchen?"
Xu Yiran has kept this in mind ever since she learned about it.
We're just waiting for Song Nuan to return to China so we can question her properly.
Even without Xu Yiran saying anything, Song Nuan already harbored resentment towards him.
He took Xiaoyue's medicine bag back with him.
"Let's not talk about him anymore," Song Nuan said. "Take me to the Song family first."
What are you going to the Song family for?
Taking out the photo, Song Nuan's pupils were slightly unfocused before slowly refocusing. "There's something I need to confirm with the Song family."
...
It had been a while since I'd visited, and the Song family home felt much quieter.
Zhou Min glanced at her indifferently and then went about her own business, without her usual sarcastic remarks, which made Song Nuan feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.
Upon entering the study, Song Zhiren was reading a book.
What brings you here?
Although his attitude wasn't as bad as before, you could still tell from his tone that he didn't like her.
"I need to ask you about someone."
"There will still be a day when you need my help." Song Zhiren closed the book.
Song Nuan ignored the sarcasm in his words.
The way things have turned out for Song Nuanxin as a father and daughter has been through countless conflicts of interest and emotional breakdowns, making her as hard as a rock. It's not the first or second time that Song Zhiren has failed as a father.
She took out the photo and placed it on the table.
Song Zhiren's pupils suddenly contracted.
He slammed the book on the table in anger. "Song Nuan, how many times have I told you, don't bring up your mother again!"
Song Nuan looked at him calmly.
"I do not understand."
She really didn't understand.
"Song Zhiren, it's bad enough that you've mistreated me since I was a child, but you also forbid me from mentioning my mother's affairs. Do you think that making Du Fanyu's name taboo will erase the fact that you cheated on me with Zhou Min?"
"How dare you!"
Song Nuan slightly curled her lips, "These two sentences are considered presumptuous? I haven't even said anything worse yet."
He really does seem to have aged.
Clutching his chest, his face flushed and paled in turns, he looked like he was having difficulty breathing. Song Nuan was afraid that if she said a few more harsh words, she would make him so angry that he would die.
In the past, Song Zhiren would never have given her a chance to finish speaking.
Even before she accused him of mistreating his own daughter, Song Zhiren's slap would suddenly fall from the sky and land on her face.
never mind.
She didn't come here to argue.
"You don't need to get so worked up. I'm not asking about my mom."
Her face was expressionless as she pointed to Lei Miao next to Du Fanyu, "This is my mother's nanny from back then, her name is Lei Miao, you should have met her before."
Song Zhiren, panting heavily, slumped back onto the sofa and remained silent for a long time.
Song Nuan patiently poured him a glass of water.
After taking a sip of water, Song Zhiren calmed down considerably. "At least you have a conscience!"
Song Nuan silently rolled her eyes at him in her heart.
"I do know this person. Who gets married with a dowry that only includes a nanny? Because of that, I was ridiculed for a long time back then!"
Song Nuan asked, "Do you know where she's from?"
Song Zhiren stared at her unfriendly. "Why are you asking this?"
Song Nuan didn't say anything.
He scoffed, "You're so concerned about outsiders, but I've fed and clothed you for so many years, when have you ever cared about me like this? You've raised a heartless wretch!"
Song Nuan put away the photos and smiled mockingly.
"Even after you die, I can still care about you this much."
"you--"
Song Nuan interrupted him coldly, "I ran into Lei Miao abroad. She's passed away, and I brought her belongings back to give to her family. Do you have any more questions?"
It's unclear which word struck a nerve with Song Zhiren's dwindling conscience, but he showed a rare hint of shame.
After a moment, he waved his hand, "Lei Miao is just a nanny, how could I possibly inquire where she's from?"
Song Nuan didn't even bother to pretend anymore and rolled her eyes at him right in front of him.
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