"Why?" she asked bluntly.
"Why what?"
"You came to Yunxian not to avoid your father's birthday banquet, but to help Ouyang Zhoujing investigate the Wen family?"
Li Jingchen sighed and corrected, "Nuan Nuan, I came to Yunxian to see you. As for other things, Li Guanyu's birthday banquet and Zhou Jing's investigation of the Wen family, they were all coincidences and happened by chance, do you understand?"
His face was full of helplessness, yet he was so earnest.
Song Nuan's ears subtly turned red, and she turned her face away, not daring to look him in the eye.
"I understand," she said softly.
Before things become clear, Li Jingchen didn't want to tell her too much. For example, he helped Ouyang Zhoujing because the key person was Du Kangtao, which involved the Du family, and the Du family was very likely related to her mother.
He subtly tugged at the corner of his lips, quietly changing the subject, "Are you taking me to Qiu Rong's place?"
Song Nuan pointed to her feet.
Actually, she can walk. A few days ago, when the swelling was even worse, she was running around with cheap crutches.
But whenever Li Jingchen is around, she always throws a tantrum and becomes lazy, unwilling to do anything. Even if he doesn't know the way, Song Nuan subconsciously feels that he can find Qiu Rong's place on his own.
Is this... a sense of dependence?
Song Nuan was lost in thought and didn't notice that Li Jingchen had already picked up her coat and put it on her.
"I'll carry you across."
The man's deep, pleasant voice instantly pulled her back to reality.
Song Nuan's eyes widened, and she wondered if she had misheard. "What did you say?"
He repeated, "I'll carry you on my back, and you'll show me the way."
"I can walk by myself."
"Didn't you just say we couldn't leave?"
“I didn’t say that.” Song Nuan shook her head, pretending to be stupid. “I just pointed to my ankle. I didn’t say anything. You just imagined it.”
Li Jingchen smiled, didn't argue with her about it, and squatted down in front of her.
Song Nuan didn't stand on ceremony with him. Since he wanted to show off, she was happy to have some peace and quiet. She always used a cane, which made walking inconvenient.
A man's back is broad and thick; leaning against it gives you a strange sense of security.
The wind was strong today, but with him carrying me on his back, I felt the wind become gentle.
Fortunately, there weren't many people on the road at night. While giving him directions, Song Nuan couldn't help but ask him, "Have you ever carried other women on your back?"
"Other women?"
His voice rose slightly, as if he were wondering why she would ask such a question. "No."
"Really?" Song Nuan asked casually, but only she knew how much she cared. "President Li wouldn't say I'm the first, would he?"
He gave a deep, resonant "hmm".
Song Nuan curled her lips. His reaction was expected, but she was not happy at all.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Li Jingchen glanced at her and saw her expression. He said, "I didn't lie to you back then. You were my first customer and my first woman."
It has been almost four years since the two first met.
But Song Nuan still remembers that scene vividly.
She had just learned the devastating news that Qin Yuchuan had cheated on her with Song Ningxue, and was on the verge of emotional collapse. Drunk, the moment she saw Li Jingchen, an outrageous thought popped into her head—
Keeping him as a sugar daddy made Qin Yuchuan unhappy too.
Unexpectedly, things gradually spiraled out of her control.
Thinking back to how she had once spent a fortune to get Li Jingchen to leave the club and go ashore, Song Nuan couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Li Jingchen didn't know what she was thinking and thought she was laughing at what he said, so he was a little unhappy.
"It's nothing." Song Nuan naturally wouldn't bring up the past, and continued the previous topic, "Your fiancée hasn't carried you either?"
Li Jingchen paused slightly.
The movement was subtle, but Song Nuan still noticed it, and the smile on her lips instantly faded.
Li Jingchen didn't say anything either.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with the occasional calls of some unknown animal coming from the fields, sounding like a symphony, which annoyed Song Nuan.
Perhaps her annoyance wasn't actually due to the noise.
"Put me down," she said.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to walk by myself."
Li Jingchen frowned, strongly disapproving, "You didn't bring a cane, how are you going to walk? The road is all pebbles, and it's getting dark. Are you planning to fall again?"
Song Nuan took a deep breath. Perhaps because he was avoiding the topic of his fiancée, she felt that there was something wrong with him no matter how she looked at him.
She just asked a question, is it so hard for him to answer?
Her anger was burning inside, and her tone turned cold as well. "I know this road better than you do, and Qiu Rong's hotel is just ahead. You'll get there in a few steps."
"If you're worried, you can wait for me here."
Li Jingchen really didn't know what was wrong with her suddenly throwing a tantrum.
There wasn't a single streetlamp on this road; it was only illuminated by a tiny bit of moonlight and their flashlights. How could he have left her here all alone?
Does she think he's so heartless?
Li Jingchen kept a cold face and continued walking forward, quickening his pace considerably.
Her needs were ignored again, and Song Nuan was unhappy. She struggled to get down, saying, "Li Jingchen, did you hear what I said?!"
"Don't move."
Li Jingchen held her very tightly.
But Song Nuan was wearing a down jacket, and the fabric was very slippery. The harder he tried, the less he could hold on.
Suddenly, his hand slipped, and he felt a force pulling him backward. Li Jingchen tried to regain his balance but found that he couldn't balance the feeling of weightlessness at all.
If she falls, Song Nuan will definitely be the one who gets hurt.
He reacted almost instantly, holding Song Nuan tightly with one hand and bracing himself on the ground with the other. The two rolled several times on the ground, and when they stopped, Song Nuan was right in his arms.
Li Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Li Jingchen..." Song Nuan's panicked voice rang out, "How are you?"
"fine."
His voice was normal, and he seemed to be fine.
Song Nuan's heart pounded. The moment before, memories of that day on the mountain were stirred up, and fear gripped her wildly.
But Li Jingchen protected her very well.
"Can you get up?" Song Nuan stood up first and reached out her hand to him.
In the darkness, Li Jingchen glanced at her ankle, but didn't offer any help. He pushed himself up and stumbled as he stood up, and Song Nuan quickly steadied him.
But the thought of him not taking her hand made her a little unhappy.
But now is not the time to dwell on these things.
"Are you really not injured?"
"No."
Song Nuan didn't believe him and started tearing off his clothes. Li Jingchen didn't resist, looking down at her hands doing all sorts of things on his body, a faint smile on his lips.
His skin wasn't very fair, but under the cover of night, it appeared delicate and fair.
Song Nuan touched it again and again.
"Is the check-up complete?" he asked.
There were indeed no wounds on his upper body. Song Nuan shifted her gaze downwards and stared at his lower body.
Sensing her intention, Li Jingchen asked with a smile, "Nuan Nuan, are you sure you want to take off my pants here?"
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