"Sure," he readily agreed.
Ouyang Zhoujing was surprised.
Li Jingchen has always disliked meddling in other people's business.
Besides, although he and the Wen family did not reach a cooperation agreement, both families are now potential clients of each other. Unless necessary, Li Jingchen will not make things too tense.
"Are you willing to offend the Wen family for Song Nuan's sake?" Even he didn't receive such treatment.
The two arrived at the hotel.
Li Jingchen glanced at his watch; it was almost time. He didn't answer his question, but simply told him, "Someone will come to pick you up and take you back to Liangcheng in a little while."
"What?" A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. "I didn't plan to go back so soon."
But Li Jingchen had already closed the door.
Song Nuan had just woken up when their eyes met, and she blurted out, "Why haven't you left yet?"
When did I say I was leaving?
He didn't say it; she told him to leave, and he kept arguing with her.
Song Nuan was too lazy to argue with him about this, since she hadn't promised Li Guanyu that she would definitely persuade him to go back anyway.
"If you're not leaving, go get a room yourself. This is a single room."
"A double bed is fine."
He hadn't even taken off his coat before lying down on the bed. The cold air he brought made Song Nuan shiver. She quickly grabbed the blanket and moved to the side, turning her head to glare at him with displeasure.
The man was completely unaware of her anger, or rather, he noticed it but ignored it.
"I'll stay and help you find Du Kangtao's whereabouts."
"you?"
Song Nuan turned around abruptly, staring into his eyes. Realizing he wasn't joking, she felt a mix of emotions, leaving her speechless.
After a long silence, she looked up and asked, "Didn't you insist that Du Kangtao was dead?"
"You suspect he's connected to your mother, is that right?" Li Jingchen asked instead of answering, but even if Song Nuan hadn't said anything, he probably already guessed the answer.
Back then, he was young and only knew that there was a very secretive and low-profile century-old family in Liangcheng.
If Du Kangtao is indeed a descendant of that family and has a connection with Song Nuan's saintly nature, then her background might not be so simple.
Of course, he didn't reveal a single word of this to Song Nuan.
Everything was just his speculation. Even though the Li family could be said to have all the power and influence in Liangcheng now, it wouldn't be so simple to investigate past events, especially since it was a family with greater power than the Li family.
"Whether they're dead or alive, I'll find them for you."
"What are the conditions?" Song Nuan didn't believe he would be so kind as to help without expecting anything in return. Impossible.
"You have to listen to me in everything."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The two glanced at each other habitually. Song Nuan got up to open the door, but before her feet even touched the ground, Li Jingchen pressed her shoulder down and made her fall back onto the bed.
"How many ankles do you have to keep up with all that?"
Song Nuan: "..."
She didn't seem to have offended him, so why did he speak so venomously? Before she even said anything, he had already started arguing with her.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't angry. Song Nuan crossed her arms and comforted herself by telling herself not to hold it against him.
After all, he still needs to help him find Du Kangtao—if he keeps his word.
In the living room, Li Jingchen was about to open the door. Thinking it was Ouyang Zhoujing, he said before even seeing him, "Why haven't you...?"
His voice suddenly stopped.
Then he frowned as he looked at the country boy in front of him who was about half a head shorter than him, but whose horizontal axis was almost twice his size.
There was also a glimpse of a gaze fixed on him.
Li Jingchen was always perceptive. He turned his head sharply and shot his gaze to the pillar not far away. The person hiding behind the pillar reacted a beat too slow. By the time he realized he had been discovered and hid back, Li Jingchen had already seen his face clearly.
"Oh my god, that scared me to death."
The voyeur patted his chest, his heart pounding, quite frightened by Li Jingchen's cold and stern gaze.
"What are you doing?" Ding Zhuang stepped aside, blocking Li Jingchen's view. His voice was loud and rough, and his words were rude. "Who are you? What are you doing in Miss Song's room? Get out here right now!"
Li Jingchen felt that this fool looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"I'm her boyfriend, and who are you?"
Ding Zhuang paused for a second upon hearing this, his eyes dimming instantly, but he still didn't believe it. "You're lying. Miss Song doesn't have a boyfriend. She's still single!"
ill.
Li Jingchen didn't want to waste his breath arguing with him, so he pushed the door shut and decided to close it to guests.
Ding Zhuang realized his intention and quickly used his shoulder to block the door, preventing Li Jingchen from closing it. He also shouted at the top of his lungs, "Miss Song, I've come to bring you steamed buns!"
Li Jingchen's gaze automatically settled on his hand.
He suddenly remembered that this was the man who had brought Song Nuan steamed buns at noon.
His face looked terribly pale.
It's only been a few days, and someone already has their eyes on his woman. Although Li Jingchen doesn't think this person has a chance, he's still annoyed, an annoyance that emanates from the bottom of his heart.
“She won’t eat,” he said coldly.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Nuan's voice rang out from behind her, "Why are you here again?"
This question was clearly directed at Ding Zhuang.
He chuckled, sounding very honest and simple. "You said the steamed buns were cold at noon, so I just heated them up and brought them over to you right away. Eat them while they're hot."
"this……"
Song Nuan didn't answer, hesitating about how to refuse, and besides, it wasn't her who said the steamed buns were cold, it was Ouyang Zhoujing.
Although Ding Zhuang was simple-minded, he wasn't truly stupid. He could tell she didn't want it, and he felt a little sad. "Have you had dinner yet?"
"not yet."
"So you're disgusted by this steamed bun?"
"..." Song Nuan hurriedly shook her head, "No, don't misunderstand, it's just that I can't accept something for nothing. I haven't helped you with anything, so it's not appropriate for me to take your things."
So that's how it is.
Hearing her explanation, Ding Zhuang was even more moved. He had indeed not misjudged her. Song Nuan was not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted, better than any other woman in the village.
He gave them gifts, and they accepted them all without feeling embarrassed at all.
"No, it's nothing valuable. It's just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it." Ding Zhuang blushed as he stuffed the gift into her hand. "Next time I invite you to my house for a feast, you must come!"
"I don't……"
Before Song Nuan could even finish speaking, Ding Zhuang had already shyly turned and run away.
He was burly and dark-skinned, and his originally rough-looking appearance suddenly turned shy, which shocked Song Nuan so much that she forgot what she was going to say.
Li Jingchen pulled her behind him with a dark expression.
The moment the door closed, I saw the woman hiding behind the pillar leave with Ding Zhuang.
"Mr. Song, the peach blossoms are quite lovely."
He looked at the steamed buns on the table, let out a cold snort, his anger seething inside him, and his words were laced with a chilling sarcasm.
Song Nuan ignored him, opened the package, and handed him a steamed bun, asking, "Want some?"
He gave a haughty snort and didn't answer.
"Fine, don't eat it then." Song Nuan wasn't going to indulge him. She stuffed the bun into her mouth, but as soon as she took a bite, the bun was snatched away.
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