Song Nuan didn't understand.
So she tore the check into pieces, and with a flick of her wrist, it almost blended into the snow in the air, making it difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"This feels so good," she thought maliciously.
Ouyang Zhoujing did not stop him; the smile on his lips remained faint yet full of sarcasm.
After the paper flowers had all fallen, he wrote a new check.
As he handed it over this time, he said with a half-smile, "You can choose to tear it up again, I won't write anything more, but I have to remind you, this money isn't for you."
Song Nuan's expression stiffened.
What's the meaning?
Does he mean that she's just imagining things?
Song Nuan was incredibly embarrassed, her face burning, but she remained calm and asked, "Not giving it to me?"
Do you know why Ah Jing came here with Wen Hua?
Do I need to know?
Song Nuan retorted calmly, though she was actually quite curious about the answer herself.
"It seems you haven't realized how big of a mess you've made."
Ouyang Zhoujing's mockery and malice deepened. "He's in talks with the Wen family about a collaboration, and the four major families have close ties and mutual interests. Now that you've interfered, do you think Wen Hua will cooperate with him again?"
Is that all?
Song Nuan almost laughed. "So what are you trying to say?"
Ouyang Zhoujing frowned slightly, thinking he had made himself clear enough.
Song Nuan continued, "You think I disrupted Wen Hua and Li Jingchen's cooperation, and you also think I can't afford to compensate Li Jingchen for his losses, so this check... was actually given to Li Jingchen by you?"
"You say I ruined their cooperation, but you know that if Ouyang Chengyi hadn't bullied people, I wouldn't have been able to ruin the cooperation."
"My only mistake was choosing to side with Windsor when you hinted that I should speak up for Ouyang Chengyi."
She spoke each word with gentle yet powerful clarity.
Unraveling Ouyang Zhoujing's scheme layer by layer.
Ouyang Zhoujing's expression remained unchanged. "You are indeed smart."
"A smart person doesn't refuse money."
This time, Song Nuan took the check, said nothing, and turned to leave.
As soon as she got into the car, Ouyang Zhoujing saw Li Jingchen patiently sweeping the snow off her head. Even though Song Nuan had a cold face, Li Jingchen was happy to do it.
He really didn't understand what Li Jingchen saw in Song Nuan.
Thinking of this, an image inexplicably flashed into my mind.
The woman was lying in the bucket; her skin was delicate and fair, and her figure was curvaceous... she must have been very attractive.
Ouyang Zhoujing's Adam's apple bobbed. Although the memory was brief, lasting only a few seconds before he suppressed it, he still felt a bit thirsty.
Song Nuan is indeed a vixen, he thought to himself.
*
Li Jingchen and Song Nuan returned to the villa together.
Song Nuan initially thought he would just drop her off and leave, but after she finished showering and came out, she saw him tidying up the second bedroom. Only then did Song Nuan ask, "Are you going to stay here?"
The man hummed in agreement.
"Don't you still have a job?" Song Nuan asked, almost as if possessed.
"It's all taken care of."
Song Nuan said "Oh," walked to the sofa and sat down, remembering what Ouyang Zhoujing had said, "Was the urgent work you had to handle that day related to Wen Hua?"
As she said this, Song Nuan didn't look at him, but kept her eyes down, playing with her phone. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance at him to observe his reaction.
Li Jingchen's face remained expressionless.
Song Nuan bit her lip, her feelings were complicated and she was a little unhappy. "I didn't mean to pry into your company's affairs. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to answer me."
Li Jingchen walked out of the bedroom, his gaze falling on her, a hint of helplessness flashing across his handsome face.
"There is no inconvenience."
He said, "We are indeed discussing cooperation with Wen Hua."
"So, has your cooperation been finalized? Or has it fallen through?" Song Nuan asked tentatively.
Her heart was pounding.
She regretted asking the question afterward, feeling that she shouldn't have asked so many questions. After all, she had already pried into the secrets of the Li family, and it would be perfectly understandable if Li Jingchen refused to answer.
But she couldn't resist her voyeuristic desires.
It's all Ouyang Zhoujing's fault.
“Ouyang Zhoujing told me about your situation today.” She shifted the blame to him without hesitation.
She wanted to avoid making Li Jingchen too embarrassed if he didn't answer her question later.
Suddenly, the space next to her sank in, and Li Jingchen sat down beside her, placing his warm hand on hers and pulling her closer with a forceful pull.
Song Nuan was caught off guard and fell into his arms.
Then, something was placed over her head, blocking her vision.
Song Nuan tried to lift it, but Li Jingchen held her down and said in a deep voice, "Don't move, let me dry your hair."
"……oh."
She responded dryly.
At this moment, half of her body was leaning against Li Jingchen. She could smell his faint fragrance and feel the warmth of his breath.
Song Nuan's face suddenly felt hot.
She sat up abruptly. Li Jingchen, who had been slowly wiping, suddenly moved the woman in his arms a meter away from him.
He looked at Song Nuan, raising an eyebrow slightly, and stared at her with a puzzled expression.
Song Nuan said, "I can wipe it myself."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Don't I usually dry and blow-dry your hair for you?" Li Jingchen raised his hand and beckoned, as if he were beckoning a cat or teasing a dog. His voice was deep and exuded a hint of hidden sexiness. "Come here."
Song Nuan stood straight, without moving.
Li Jingchen suddenly noticed that her expression was a little strange, as if she was... angry?
Her cheeks are also red; could she have a fever?
His heart sank, and his tone was forceful and left no room for argument, "Song Nuan, come here quickly, don't catch a cold."
Before she knew Li Jingchen's true identity, Song Nuan was never afraid when he occasionally got angry. However, after learning his identity, Song Nuan was genuinely afraid.
But she stubbornly refused to move.
"Li Jingchen, the past is the past, and the present is the present. Don't confuse the two."
Upon hearing this, the man's face darkened completely.
The atmosphere was stiff and cold.
After a long pause, Li Jingchen parted his thin lips slightly, "What do you mean by 'don't confuse the two'?"
“We had an improper relationship before, but it’s different now. You can move in, and from now on we are roommates. You have no obligation to blow-dry your roommate’s hair.”
Li Jingchen laughed in exasperation, "Song Nuan, say that again?"
His voice was terrifyingly cold.
The cold made Song Nuan feel that if she repeated herself again, Li Jingchen would strangle her.
Song Nuan simply ignored him and turned to leave.
But his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Are you taking your anger out on me?" the man asked coldly from behind her.
"No."
"No?" He raised his voice, clearly not believing it. "I'll reiterate, I agreed to end the relationship because I don't want you to get caught up in the emotional crisis with Qin Yuchuan anymore."
Song Nuanting was stunned. So that was his plan?
His tone was calm yet domineering, "Don't forget you still owe me three conditions. Once you divorce Qin Yuchuan, you must resume your relationship with me."
You have less than a month left.
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