Is it really that easy to earn a million?
"Besides my identity being fake, what else have I lied to you about?"
He stood under the light, his eyes dim, and his tone was so cold it felt like falling into an ice cave, "When you were driven to the brink by Qin Yuchuan, I took you in. When you were in trouble at Song's, I helped you out."
"Song Nuan, why are you only focusing on the fact that I fabricated my identity?"
"They even secretly went abroad ahead of schedule."
He sneered, "If I hadn't come, were you planning to completely sever ties with me?"
Song Nuan looked at him calmly.
This is the real him, the aloof and superior Li Jingchen, not Lu Ziyang.
She calmly replied, "During the time I lived in your house, I would pay you rent based on the market price. As for the work you did for me at Song's, I would also pay you a salary."
“There are other things you’ve done for me. Find the invoices, I’ll pay you, and we’ll be even.”
"Bang--"
He kicked the heavy, retro chair to the ground, straddled it with his long legs, grabbed Song Nuan's wrist with one hand, pressed the back of her head with the other, leaned down and sealed her lips with his, biting her as if to vent his anger and punish her.
Song Nuan gritted her teeth.
She showed no mercy, and when the man tried to pry her open with his tongue, she bit down hard, the taste of blood instantly spreading between their lips and teeth.
Li Jingchen frowned.
In that moment of stunned silence, Song Nuan forcefully pushed him away.
She wiped the blood from her lips with her fingertip and curled her lips into a mocking smile. "I have to remind you of something: we've had nothing to do with each other for a long time. There's no need to distance ourselves."
Li Jingchen's face was terribly ugly.
The atmosphere was deathly silent.
Suddenly, a sudden rumbling sound from the intestines rang out.
Song Nuan: "..."
This spineless belly.
Li Jingchen glanced at her, the frost in his eyes softening slightly, but he said nothing.
Song Nuan thought he would be perceptive enough to invite her to dinner.
Unexpectedly, he just watched quietly, his gaze lightly brushing past her stomach, his meaningful look clearly waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
Song Nuan scoffed inwardly. Although he cooked the meal, the kitchen and ingredients were hers. Even if he didn't invite her, she could still eat.
The more she thought about it, the more sense it made, so she sat down with a clear conscience.
She barely ate anything all day, and didn't eat much at noon. She was sick and had no appetite, but she had to admit that although Li Jingchen wasn't a very nice person, his cooking was still to her liking.
Song Nuan started eating by herself.
Li Jingchen glanced at her, sat down opposite her, and said coolly, "You say it has nothing to do with me, but you eat my food without any hesitation."
That person's words are such a killjoy.
"One should not speak while eating or sleeping."
The man smiled and said, "You're the only one eating."
Song Nuan: "..."
She ignored him and buried herself in her food.
Li Jingchen took out a tissue, proudly wiped his lips, and said in a low voice, "I've wanted to explain for a long time, but I just haven't found the right opportunity."
Song Nuan scoffed coldly.
They spent so much time together, couldn't he find a suitable opportunity to explain in three years?
“If I had revealed my identity as Li Jingchen from the beginning, you would never have given me the chance to get close to you. Nuannuan, you are too wary.”
That's true.
As soon as Song Nuan put down her chopsticks, Li Jingchen took a soup bowl, ladled out a bowl of soup, and handed it to her, as if he could read her mind.
Having eaten more, Song Nuan's emotions stabilized considerably. "This is not a reason for you to lie to me."
"Can we move on from this?" he asked directly.
Song Nuan laughed, "So you're just going to lie and cheat, huh? You lied to me and you think you're right? Who knows which of the things you've said over the years were true and which were false?"
Her anger wasn't just superficial; it was much more than that.
Everyone in Liangcheng knows that Li Jingchen has a noble status. He uses a fake identity because he's afraid she'll ask him for something.
Ultimately, he was wary of her from the very beginning.
“Only his identity is fake.” He suddenly became serious, his voice deep and sexy. “Song Nuan, if I had ulterior motives, do you think someone of my status would need to waste so much time and energy infiltrating your side?”
“I could have Lin Xuan kidnap you to my villa and force Qin Yuchuan to divorce you. That way, we could be together, and it would be simple and convenient.”
Song Nuan: "..."
She instantly lost her appetite, put down her spoon, and said, "You still have the nerve to talk back?"
"I'm just stating the facts," Li Jingchen said without changing his expression.
Song Nuanqi went crazy. Although what he said made sense, it was still so annoying to listen to!
She glared at him, then prepared to go back to her room.
Suddenly, a large, cold hand grabbed her wrist. "You haven't taken your medicine yet."
Why are his hands so cold?
"..."
She didn't even drink water, but directly swallowed the medicine dry.
Then he went back to his room without looking back.
Back in her room, Song Nuan realized that the temperature in Country A was only a few degrees Celsius, and Li Jingchen was only wearing a thin shirt and suit jacket, which made her a little worried.
But then I thought—
It's none of her business. The door is right there, and he has legs too. He can take a helicopter directly to Country A. Why would she worry about him freezing? He's not some idiot who doesn't know to wear more clothes when it's cold.
Fang Yu suddenly sent a message.
"Sister Song, the marketing accounts have been taken care of. They want to post it tonight. Is that okay?"
Song Nuan responded with an OK gesture.
The marketing account wanted to make money while also trying to exploit loopholes, thinking that fewer people would watch at night, but it ignored the time difference between China and other countries. It just wanted to make a big deal out of this in the study abroad community.
The frenzy among Chinese netizens was of little consequence to her.
After all, those who can afford to study abroad are usually from well-off families, and it is the social circles behind these people that can deliver a heavy blow to Ouyang Chengyi.
Perhaps it was because of the medicine, but after a while, Song Nuan felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up very early the next day.
Li Jingchen was not in the villa, but there was food in the kitchen.
There are sticky notes on the refrigerator.
Song Nuan tore it off to look at it.
'We didn't have enough ingredients, so we only made sandwiches, put them in the oven, and will eat them later.'
She opened the oven, took out the sandwich, which was still warm, so Song Nuan was too lazy to heat it up and ate it directly with milk.
Fang Yu forwarded the marketing account's post to her.
Song Nuan clicked to read it, and she had to admit that the marketing account was indeed a marketing account. With its veiled allusions, it would be difficult for anyone who wasn't in the know to tell that the protagonist was Ouyang Chengyi.
Song Nuan called Fang Yu and said, "Tell them to change the content and directly name Ouyang Chengyi. If they don't change it, refund the money."
"good."
Not long after, Fang Yu sent over a new tweet.
Clicking on it will reveal Ouyang Chengyi's name.
The number of views surged to over 10,000 within half an hour, which finally satisfied Song Nuan.
It was exactly ten o'clock when Xiaoyue arrived—after learning last night that Li Jingchen had chased her away, Song Nuan sent a message to Xiaoyue, asking her to come and keep her company as usual today.
"Is there anything fun to do nearby?" Song Nuan asked Xiao Yue.
Having recovered from her cold, Song Nuan wanted to go out for a walk and familiarize herself with the surroundings so she wouldn't feel too awkward when she went to see Cen Wan in a couple of days.
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