It's Li Jingchen.
Song Nuan smiled and put her hands in his pockets, as if she were hugging him. She looked up at him and asked, "You're back so early today?"
The man gave a soft "hmm" and easily picked her up.
"Didn't I tell you not to wander around aimlessly? You don't listen to me, and you don't listen to the doctor either?"
A slight smile played on his lips. Though he spoke these words, there was no hint of blame in his voice. He reached out and tugged at her socks, covering her ankles.
Song Nuan let him sway as he pleased.
"What did Zhou Jing say to you just now?"
Leaning against his chest, Song Nuan said lazily, "Let me break up with you."
The man didn't speak, but let out a soft snort. She lay on his chest and felt his chest tremble.
She played with a strand of hair and laughed, "He said that because he thought we were together. But to be fair, I think he's right, we're not a good match right now."
"Don't say things that make people unhappy."
His face was full of displeasure. He had been certain that she had feelings for him after hearing what she said to Li Guanyu at the Li family home that day, but he was still unhappy to hear these words now.
Even if she was just joking.
Even if you like me, you can't ignore the various objective problems that exist between us, right?
Song Nuan smiled, appearing nonchalant as if she truly didn't care. "Everyone tells me about your fiancée. If I act like nothing's wrong and pretend I don't know, then I'm truly doomed."
"Why is he telling you this? He's being nosy." He frowned.
"You asked him to go to Li Guanyu's birthday party, oh no—actually, it should be his engagement party, right?"
She smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, seemingly carefree, but her words were full of unintentional probing.
How could Li Jingchen not understand?
He silently tightened his arms. "If you want to know, I can tell you, and I can explain it to you."
He was terrified of her casual and nonchalant probing.
“If Ouyang Zhoujing hadn’t told me, I would still be completely in the dark.” Her face was expressionless. “But we haven’t defined our relationship, and you have no obligation to tell me these things.”
Ouyang Zhoujing is right.
The engagement was Li Jingchen's engagement, and the birthday party was hosted by his father. Even if he didn't know beforehand that Li Guanyu was going to announce the engagement on the day of the birthday party, wouldn't he know after it was over?
So many days have passed, and he hasn't mentioned a single word to her.
Li Jingchen's tone was somewhat serious, "Song Nuan."
After saying that, he sighed softly, looking quite helpless, "I didn't tell you because I felt there was no need to."
She immediately got angry. "What is it that needs to be said? Is it only necessary to tell me after you and your fiancée announce your marriage?"
Li Jingchen said helplessly, "That's not what I meant."
Originally, Song Nuan wasn't too worried about this matter. She was a little sad, but not angry, because Li Jingchen had promised her that he would handle it well.
So what does it matter now?
Is this how he handles things—not telling her anything, keeping everything from her, and not letting her know anything?
She was so angry that she didn't want to be held by him anymore and struggled to get him to let her go.
"Don't move, we're home."
After entering the password, Li Jingchen put her down, took out white cotton shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them on her. He had specially bought them at the mall, and they were a matching pair with the ones he was wearing.
"I don't want to wear these, they're not my shoes," she said, kicking off her shoes.
Li Jingchen held down her legs, "Don't take them off."
"I don't like it."
"Hmm?" Li Jingchen looked up at her, then at the shoes. He had specially bought the color and style she liked, so it was impossible for her not to like them.
Besides, she never had any particular liking or dislike for these everyday items; as long as they were practical, that was enough.
He understood almost instantly, "Still angry?"
She didn't speak, but her lips, pressed into a straight line, already said the answer.
Li Jingchen sighed in defeat, knelt down on one knee in front of her, and explained in a deep voice, "I've been contacting Zhong Qingya recently."
Zhong Qingya?
Song Nuan pondered the name repeatedly. It sounded elegant and gentle, but for some reason, she didn't like it.
Is it because he can be considered her rival in love?
She has always disdained the drama of competing with other women for men. What is hers cannot be taken away, and what is not hers is not worth keeping, just like when Qin Yuchuan betrayed her and cheated on her with Song Ningxue.
She only goes to clubs to choose new men.
But what's with this feeling of tightness and discomfort in her chest...? She's even started to hate this rival she's never met, someone who only exists in other people's stories.
Suddenly, a force pulled her into an embrace.
Li Jingchen rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice deep, and promised her, "I've already told her I have a girlfriend. There are many people who want to marry into the Zhong family, and we don't need another Li family. She has promised me that she will come to Liangcheng this weekend to break off the engagement."
"Is that so?"
A smile curved her lips in a way she herself didn't even realize.
He gave a soft "hmm" and kissed her cheek. "You'll come with me this weekend."
For some reason, she felt as if a warm current was flowing through her body, making her feel comfortable and indescribably wonderful.
The little temper I was just throwing vanished into thin air.
Song Nuan felt a bit pathetic; she was too easily appeased. He just explained it so casually, and she wasn't angry at all.
She pouted, "Who promised you that? I'm busy this weekend."
A hint of amusement flickered in the man's eyes. He saw through her words but didn't say anything. He followed up by asking, "So when are you free?"
As he spoke, he took out his phone to send a text message.
Song Nuan glanced at it and saw it was an unfamiliar number without any contact information.
He said, "I'll tell Zhong Qingya right now that my girlfriend is busy this weekend and ask her to come another day."
"Who's your girlfriend?"
What do you think?
She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, feeling sweet inside. Song Nuan snorted and turned her head away from him. "You told her last time that you had someone you liked. What, now she's your girlfriend? You lie without even thinking."
Li Jingchen smiled and stroked her palm.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them, a soft look that added to his gentleness.
"I've won you over, is that not enough?"
"You think you can win me over in just two days? You're dreaming."
Song Nuan pushed him away without changing her shoes; the new shoes were soft and warm.
She stepped on it; it was a bit too soft, but since she hadn't been walking much lately, it was fine to wear something warm.
Dinner was cooked by Li Jingchen. This was the first time he had cooked since returning to Liangcheng. The refrigerator was full of fresh ingredients that he had just bought.
Song Nuan sat in the living room and called out to him, "I want a Coke."
A moment later, Li Jingchen came over with half a cup of hot milk and handed it to her.
"Why is it milk?"
"No Coke."
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