"It's not a burden, it's just..."
Song Nuan racked her brains, trying to think of a more appropriate way to phrase things, so that she could maintain her dignity and also distract Ouyang Zhoujing.
Unfortunately, Ouyang Zhoujing didn't give her time to think.
She was not given a chance to argue.
"We're getting engaged the day after tomorrow. I've already informed my family, and the banquet is booked. Come home with me tomorrow to meet my family."
He looked at her, his fox-like eyes both handsome and slightly wicked when he smiled. "Is that alright?"
Now that things have come to this point, does Song Nuan have a chance to refuse?
No.
She nodded hesitantly, forcing a smile. "What time tomorrow? I didn't prepare a gift. It might not be appropriate to go to your family empty-handed."
"I'm all ready. You just need to show up. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
"good."
We've talked about everything we needed to talk about.
Actually, the two of them had never felt this awkward when they were alone together before, but today, for some reason, Song Nuan felt irritated all over as she was in the same space with him.
Could it be because of what happened tonight?
She gently shook her head to clear her mind of the images, got out of the car, and was about to turn around to wave goodbye to the man inside when she found that he had also gotten out of the car and was standing right behind her.
Can I hug you?
Song Nuan: "..."
The night wind blew her hair into a mess, completely ruining its shape. Song Nuan knew she must look ridiculous, but she was actually quite glad about it.
Fortunately, her hair covered her face, so Ouyang Zhoujing couldn't see her expression.
"Is it not allowed?" he asked gently.
Song Nuan couldn't refuse his request, so she could only nod and step forward, letting Ouyang Zhoujing pull her into his arms.
He is very tall.
At over 1.8 meters tall, although slightly shorter than Li Jingchen, it made no difference to Song Nuan.
When she hugged them, she could only bury her face in their chests.
Ouyang Zhoujing was thinner than Li Jingchen, probably because he didn't exercise much, but he still had some muscles.
Just as Song Nuan was feeling it, a loud 'beep' sounded behind her, filled with resentment.
The two of them turned around at the same time.
Xu Yiran, riding her electric scooter, had just returned from the convenience store and was looking at them with a dark expression.
"Should I go inside and get you a blanket and pillow? You can just sleep here."
Song Nuan blushed instantly. "See you tomorrow."
After saying that, she grabbed Xu Yiran and hurriedly left.
Ouyang Zhoujing chuckled and drove away.
In the living room, Song Nuan had just taken off her coat and hadn't even had a chance to speak when Fang Yu asked suspiciously, "Song Nuan, this coat isn't yours, is it?"
Xu Yiran crossed her arms and sneered, "How could it be hers? The cut of this dress is obviously a men's version, the kind for a 1.8-meter tall person, and the materials are luxurious, it must cost over ten thousand, right?"
Fang Yu looked at her and asked, "When did you become so knowledgeable about clothes?"
"I don't know anything about clothes. I was just lucky to stumble upon someone's famous love scene."
"..."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, but then she realized that something was wrong with her words.
Song Nuan remained silent throughout.
No matter how sarcastic Xu Yiran's mockery was, she pretended not to hear it, letting it go in one ear and out the other, remaining aloof.
Xu Yiran was furious.
She slammed her hand on the table in anger, abandoning all pretense and asking bluntly, "Song Nuan, let's get this straight tonight. Do you really want to marry Ouyang Zhoujing?"
"yes."
"You—" Xu Yiran almost spat out a mouthful of blood, "What exactly do you see in him?"
Fang Yu said coolly, "Didn't you say before that Ouyang Zhoujing was good? You even hoped that Song Nuan would break up with Li Jingchen and be with Ouyang Zhoujing. Why are you unhappy now that your wish has been fulfilled?"
Xu Yiran glared at her fiercely.
Do I really have to argue with her at a time like this?
Fang Yu shrugged, casually picked up her teacup, poured herself a cup of hot water, and drank it down in one gulp.
Xu Yiran's expression was not good. "Yes, I have said such things before, but it was all just talk. I will not oppose dating, but what is marriage for?"
"Have you two ever dated?"
Song Nuan said calmly, "We're talking about it now."
"..."
Fang Yu nodded and tapped her neck. "The hickey? She's just going to date tonight. Don't worry, Song Nuan isn't out of her mind."
Although these words were spoken to Xu Yiran, Song Nuan's expression changed upon hearing them.
I picked up my phone and took a look.
There were indeed marks on my neck.
I'm impressed.
No wonder she felt that Ouyang Zhoujing's gaze towards her was strange tonight; now she knew why.
"Are you asleep?"
"No."
"Then how did you get these marks?" Xu Yiran said irritably. "You were wearing his clothes, and he still managed to keep his composure? Is that even possible?"
Fang Yu shook her head silently.
One second he was criticizing Ouyang Zhoujing, the next he was worried about Song Nuan's male function.
"He didn't do this."
A deathly silence.
After a brief silence, a sharp, explosive sound erupted.
Xu Yiran covered her face and screamed, while Fang Yu covered her ears, silently lifted her buttocks, and moved closer to Song Nuan's position, away from Xu Yiran.
"You're playing such fancy tricks?"
"What are you talking about? Can you stop making wild guesses?!"
Song Nuan was really tired and didn't want to argue with her about these things. Once she started, she was destined to have a sleepless night. "I have things to do tomorrow, so I'll go to sleep first. You guys should get some rest too."
"No, you just slept with a man, why would you sleep with someone else..."
Fang Yu grabbed a cushion and threw it at her without any mercy.
She rarely scolded her, "Xu Yiran, if you're not willing to use your brain and eyes, you should donate them to people in need as soon as possible, so as not to waste resources."
Xu Yiran pouted, looking aggrieved.
Why are you cursing me?
"Shouldn't you have scolded me? Scolding you a couple of times is too lenient. I think Song Nuan is just too good-tempered."
"Am I worried that she might be wrong again?"
Fang Yu was also angered by what she said. She slammed down her cup, glared at her, and got up to go back to her room.
Lying in bed, Song Nuan touched the ring, looked out the window, and her soul drifted thousands of miles away.
The ring doesn't fit my hand.
There was no view outside the window, just a vast, empty expanse of gray.
My phone suddenly vibrated a few times.
She picked it up and glanced at it; they were all messages from Ouyang Zhoujing.
"Your friend doesn't seem too happy with me. I thought about it, and it seems she might have had a past conflict with Cheng Yi, which is why she was assigned to work at a company under the Ouyang Group?"
'Cheng Yi really does like to fool around, about what happened in the past…'
'I apologize to you and your friend on her behalf.'
After reading it with a blank expression, Song Nuan was surprisingly calm.
I have no idea.
Whether it's an apology to Ouyang Zhoujing or a remedy for the terrible things Ouyang Chengyi did.
Now, thinking about it again, it no longer stirs any emotion in her.
She replied, 'It's okay.'
On the other end of the phone, Ouyang Zhoujing stared into deep thought at the three simple words.
Just then, there was a knock on the study door.
"who?"
"Brother, it's me."
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