Li Jingchen was holding his phone, talking to someone, no one knew.
His tone was impatient, colder than the night: "I've said it before, there's no need for a banquet, I don't have time. You can have one if you want, but don't expect me to attend."
"The matter was already settled. Why didn't you say so earlier? What's the point of posting this now that you've canceled it?"
That's your problem.
He finished speaking coldly and hung up the phone immediately.
...
Breakfast was still plentiful today.
Xu Yiran called early in the morning via video call and, seeing the well-prepared and nutritious food on the dining table, couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"
"Did President Li do all of this?"
Song Nuan nodded.
Xu Yiran exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, although I've seen him cook before, I'm still shocked to see him make breakfast for you again... Nuannuan, does he not make it for you every day?"
Song Nuan had already gotten used to Li Jingchen's role as a virtuous husband and loving father. If she woke up one day and didn't see breakfast, she might wonder if Li Jingchen's hand was injured.
She tilted her head and thought seriously, "I don't do it every day."
Xu Yiran felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders.
A wealthy, powerful, and handsome bachelor worth hundreds of billions personally makes breakfast for Song Nuan. She can accept it once, but if he does it every day, Xu Yiran will be insanely jealous.
“Sometimes when he doesn’t live with me, he’ll have Lin Xuan buy it for him.”
Xu Yiran: "..."
"You mean he cooks for you every day you're together?"
"yes."
Xu Yiran pinched his philtrum and almost couldn't catch her breath. "Looking at him this way, he is indeed not bad. A man who is willing to cook three meals a day for you is rare."
Song Nuan smiled but remained silent.
“But!” Xu Yiran changed the subject, “Today when I went to look at locations for shooting commercials, I ran into a woman who was also looking for a location, saying she wanted to throw a birthday party for her fiancé.”
She was in the bathroom, and remembering the cliché plot of "walls have ears" from TV dramas, Xu Yiran cautiously pushed open each stall door one by one, making sure that no one else was there before daring to continue speaking.
“I saw an acrylic board with the name Li Jingchen written on it.”
Song Nuan's hand froze.
Xu Yiran bit her lip, hesitating whether to tell her what she had heard.
Seeing that she hadn't said anything, Xu Yiran was a little worried. "Song Nuan, why aren't you saying anything? Don't scare me."
"I'm fine." After putting down her breakfast, Song Nuan had no appetite at all. The room was heated, but the chill still seeped into her from the soles of her feet, penetrating her internal organs.
She threw her breakfast into the trash can.
Have you seen Li Jingchen?
Xu Yiran found the question strange, but she didn't have time to investigate it further because someone came to the restroom.
The person who arrived was none other than Li Jingchen's fiancée.
As soon as Zhong Qingya entered the room, she saw someone lurking suspiciously by the sink, their eyes darting around like a thief. They had been watching her ever since she came in, and even after she finished using the restroom, the person was still watching her.
She looked back, puzzled.
Xu Yiran immediately turned her head away guiltily, cleared her throat, and hurriedly paced back and forth in the same spot.
"Hey, Xiaorong, take the two design drafts from my USB drive and print them out, ten copies of each... no, one hundred copies."
Song Nuan: "?"
Who are you talking to?
"Of course I told you, did you think I was calling someone else?" She frowned, feigning a fierce look.
Zhong Qingya glanced at her a few times, then turned and left.
The bathroom door slammed shut.
Xu Yiran nearly fainted, frantically patting her chest as she blurted out to Song Nuan, "I just ran into that woman, Li Jingchen's fiancée, it's her!"
Zhong Qingya?
Song Nuan pursed her lips, "She really is everywhere."
"Who says otherwise? She's just average-looking, not even half as pretty as you."
Song Nuan doesn't like to judge other people's appearances.
Xu Yiran said loudly, "I'll tell you later. My director called. Don't worry, my director is determined to win this event and will definitely not let her take it."
"Thank you so much..."
She had just opened her mouth when the phone beeped and hung up.
Song Nuan reluctantly put away her phone.
Xu Yiran's words kept echoing in her ears: a birthday party. Zhong Qingya was looking for a venue to hold a birthday party for Li Jingchen.
But she remembered that Li Jingchen's birthday was still some time away.
Was the time he gave her a lie?
In previous years, Song Nuan would directly send him money, or buy gifts online and send them to him, and order a cake from a takeout shop. The number of times she spent time with him was really very few.
She looked through the records from previous years and found that she had always celebrated Li Jingchen's birthday according to the lunar calendar.
There's still a month left.
But if we calculate according to the Gregorian calendar... it's next Wednesday, only five days left.
So, was it his idea for Zhong Qingya to organize the birthday banquet?
Song Nuan didn't see Li Jingchen until evening. He had been leaving get off work on time lately, sometimes even early, but today he was two hours late.
As soon as he came in, he asked, "Have you had dinner?"
"I've eaten." Song Nuan was holding her tablet, watching a recently popular romance drama. "What about you? Did you eat at the company?"
He hummed in agreement. "Lin Xuan bought boxed lunches."
Song Nuan nodded to indicate that she understood, and then fell into an eerie silence without saying anything.
Li Jingchen seemed oblivious, heading straight to the dressing room, then into the bathroom. When he came out after showering, he was completely naked except for the scent of shower gel.
Why is he in such a hurry to take a shower tonight?
Suspicious, Song Nuan asked him casually, "Didn't you just shower this morning? It's cold now, there's no need to shower twice a day."
"It has a smell."
Song Nuan instantly became extremely alert.
She chuckled and teased, "Aren't you at the company? What could you possibly smell like? What, did you pick up some woman's perfume?"
Hearing this, Li Jingchen reached out and gently poked her head, his expression both helpless and doting. "Don't overthink it. I went to the club with Sze tonight and got quite a bit of cigarette smoke on me."
Why go to the club?
"See Wen Hua."
Oh, she had forgotten about that.
Song Nuan asked seriously, "Did he ask about my uncle?"
"I asked."
Song Nuan's eyes widened.
Li Jingchen smiled faintly and put his arm around her shoulder. "He has no evidence and is trying to trick me into saying anything. I didn't fall for it and didn't say anything. He probably won't give up and will go to the Ouyang family to inquire again."
"Then what about you and Ouyang Zhoujing..."
She licked her slightly dry lips and asked the question she had been wanting to ask: "Did you tamper with any of the Ouyang Group's projects?"
What she really wanted to ask was whether he had joined forces with Zhong Qingya to take revenge on Ouyang Zhoujing.
However, the name 'Zhong Qingya' is too sensitive.
Song Nuan didn't think they were capable of bearing the weight of that name right now.
Why do you ask that?
She didn't say anything.
Li Jingchen's lips curved slightly, the curve revealing a cold and aloof charm, devoid of any real amusement. "It seems Zhou Jing told you. What else did he say to you?"
"..."
It seems that from now on, not only can we not mention Zhong Qingya, but we can't even mention Ouyang Zhoujing.
Song Nuan didn't want to talk about it and abruptly changed the subject, "Are you sure Wen Hua can't find his uncle's whereabouts?"
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