Chapter 83: Finally Finding Out Who That Big Bastard Is

"Oh?" Nan Gong Yu extinguished the cigarette after a few puffs, his expression cold as he looked at Meng Zhangfeng, "Is that what you think?"

Meng Zhangfeng was startled for a moment.

People who are lofty in status inherently dislike being questioned.

Moreover, Nan Gong Yu has always been on a pedestal.

He is a figure that the whole world looks up to.

Leaders of every nation must give him full respect.

And Lord Nan Gong Yu is a perfectionist about details; ever since receiving the Marriage Certificate, he has become the perfect husband.

He has achieved flawless detail in almost every aspect.

Young Madam actually… still doubts.

Not to mention Nan Gong Yu, even if Meng Zhangfeng were to put himself in his shoes, would think he'd certainly be angry.

A normal person gets angry when doubted.

Especially over something like a Marriage Certificate.

How could anyone think a Marriage Certificate could be forged?

Hmm, perhaps… there really is one?

As for Fake Certificates, they have always existed.

But… in any case, it's a bit absurd.

Within half a minute, Meng Zhangfeng quickly thought it over, then lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

But Nan Gong Yu said nothing, merely patting Meng Zhangfeng's shoulder, lifted his step and said, "Continue the meeting."

Meng Zhangfeng hurriedly followed, "Yes."

Is this out of anger… not bringing it up?

Anyway, this time… Young Madam was a bit over the line, and he won't help her anymore.

Before she was so obedient, never noisy, never demanding, making people feel at ease and comfortable.

But now… she suddenly pulled this stunt.

Honestly… it's hard to evaluate.

Evening.

Song Huan Yan finished dinner, washed up and got into bed, habitually waiting for Nan Gong Yu's video call.

But… she didn't get one.

She picked up her phone, checked the time, confirming that Nan Gong Yu usually calls at this hour.

Because of the time difference, her evening, when she's about to rest, coincides with Nan Gong Yu's dinner time.

Probably fearing she'd stay up late, Nan Gong Yu calls at this time every day.

If he doesn't call… it must be that urgent work held him up.

Song Huan Yan doesn't mind; in fact she thinks daily calls aren't necessary.

But she also didn't sleep, thinking Nan Gong Yu might call later, so she started scrolling dramas on her phone.

After more than an hour of scrolling, she grew sleepy and still hadn't received a call.

She thought for a moment, then simply took a finance book from the shelf and began reading.

She accidentally dozed off, but after a short while she suddenly woke up.

After waking, a bit bewildered, Song Huan Yan picked up her phone to check the time; it was already quite late.

But Nan Gong Yu hadn't called.

He also hadn't sent any message.

Song Huan Yan slightly frowned, wondering if work was so busy that he couldn't spare a moment?

But… even when he was busy before, his calls were only a few sentences, under two minutes, and he never missed one.

Even if he paused a meeting, he'd still say a few words.

He often said "No problem," pausing a meeting to speak a few sentences, delaying ten minutes, which he considered trivial.

The word "busy" itself is quite subtle.

No matter how busy, half a minute can always be found.

Even at worst, a dozen seconds can send a message.

A voice note, just a sentence—what can it delay?

Song Huan Yan's brow tightened unconsciously, and she felt an indescribable sensation in her heart.

She didn't know what the feeling was.

Song Huan Yan put down her phone to sleep, but after lying down she sat up again.

Nan Gong Yu wouldn't… something happen to him, would he?

After thinking, Song Huan Yan still sent him a message: "Are you busy?"

She didn't rashly call, fearing to disturb him.

But the usually prompt Nan Gong Yu didn't reply this time.

Song Huan Yan waited a full ten minutes with no response.

But this made her increasingly worried.

Because this situation had never occurred before.

She thought again and sent Meng Zhangfeng a message, asking, "Lord Nan Gong Yu busy with work? Nothing wrong, right?"

Meng Zhangfeng did see the message, glanced at Nan Gong Yu who was concentrating on the meeting.

Meng Zhangfeng replied, "Hmm, in a meeting. Young Madam has something?"

Song Huan Yan felt relieved after seeing the message and replied, "It's fine. He just didn't contact me today, and I was worried something might have happened. As long as it's fine, you all be busy."

Meng Zhangfeng didn't reply either.

But Song Huan Yan didn't mind; learning that nothing was wrong and she was just busy with work, she put down her phone and went to sleep.

Yet after a while she still couldn't fall asleep, feeling that something was off.

Forget it, there's nothing worth thinking about.

They had originally agreed to have no expectations about romance, just to treat each other with respect.

No need to invest anything or get tangled up emotionally.

Unnecessary.

Song Huan Yan slept through until dawn.

After getting up, she instinctively checked her phone.

She didn't expect Nan Gong Yu to have replied.

Song Huan Yan opened it.

He wrote: "Sorry. I sent you a message earlier, but the network might have been bad so it didn't go through, and then my phone died and I didn't realize the message wasn't sent. I've been in meetings since, so I didn't notice."

His voice was rather cold and flat.

In the early morning it sounded like a sheet of ice.

It gave an indescribable feeling.

Song Huan Yan didn't know what she felt inside.

For some reason, she felt a bit uneasy.

She tried to shake off the feeling, massaged her forehead, and replied, "Mm, okay, got it."

There was nothing more, so she said nothing further.

When she arrived at the office, she was even more surprised to find Qiao An waiting in the office.

Song Huan Yan's expression turned sour, even disgusted, and she walked forward with a very cold face.

Before she even sat down, she coldly said to Qiao An, "Who gave you permission to sit?"

Qiao An, sitting in the guest chair, was stunned by the words.

Now she won't even let her sit?

That damn old woman is getting more and more outrageous!

After Song Huan Yan sat down, she furrowed her brows tighter and said in an even colder tone, "Stand up."

Qiao An truly felt that each time she saw Song Huan Yan, she was driven crazy with anger.

"President Song!" Qiao An couldn't hold back her temper, snapped up, slapped the table, and shouted, "Are you crazy? What have I ever done to offend you? You won't even let anyone sit? What does that mean? Is this your idea of hospitality?!"

The tension between them grew.

Qiao An slapped the table, and Song Huan Yan did the same, saying, "My office, my chair! If I don't want you to sit, you must get up obediently! If you're unhappy, leave. Who gave you permission to enter my office?"

Qiao An was startled into a daze, stammering, "Y‑you…."

She could barely finish the rest.

But she soon understood.

It was because of that incident with Tang Chenge.

Although neither side pursued it further, both were certainly left unsatisfied.

Thinking of that, Qiao An didn't say much more, calmed down, stood up and said, "President Song, why are you throwing such a fit so early this morning? If you don't want to sit, then just don't."

Qiao An said that, but Song Huan Yan's expression didn't improve; she replied, "You're an actress, not an office administrator. Why come to the company every day instead of filming on set?"

Qiao An laughed, "I'm coming to you because I have something to tell you."

Song Huan Yan stared at her with a cold face, "Speak."

Qiao An's face showed a proud expression as she said, "My fiancé is treating the whole company to dinner tonight. Of course I have to come personally to invite President Song."

Song Huan Yan flatly refused, "I won't go, I'm busy, and I don't want to."

She didn't even have to guess; she knew Qiao An wanted to show off in front of her, and she wasn't interested at all.

Seeing Qiao An now made her feel disgusted; she even thought of throwing out the chair Qiao An had sat in later.

Even after being rejected, Qiao An wasn't angry; she said, "President Song, do you have anything after work? I told the whole company; you're the boss, and if you don't go, everyone will think it's meaningless."

Song Huan Yan ignored her completely.

"My fiancé also wants to meet you," Qiao An added.

Song Huan Yan finally lifted her eyelids, "Who is it?"

Qiao An feigned mystery, "You'll find out when President Song goes."

Song Huan Yan said, "I'm not interested in your fiancé. If the staff want to go, they can; I'm not going. You should hurry to the set."

Qiao An, unwilling to give up, said sarcastically, "President Song, aren't you being overly ungracious? You won't even attend a dinner we're inviting you to. Is it because you're still upset about Director Tang's matter?"

"Perfect. I also want to take this dining occasion to apologize and make amends to you and Director Tang."

"I also want to use this dinner as a chance to apologize to you and Director Tang."

That made Song Huan Yan a little surprised.

Qiao An was intent on flaunting in front of her, so how could she possibly apologize?

But Song Huan Yan still didn't want to go, saying, "I said I'm not going; can't you understand?"

If she doesn't go, Qiao An's big show can't be staged, it would suffocate her.

Sure enough, Qiao An was relentless, clinging on, "President Song, rest assured, it's not a low‑class place. My fiancé is hosting at Nangong Hotel, definitely up to your standards!"

Before I could speak, Qiao An added, "Didn't you claim that the Song Family and the Nan Gong Clan have a good relationship? You always gladly dine at the Nangong Hotel, don't you? Or is President Song afraid to see my fiancé?"

Before she could speak, Qiao An added, "You claimed the Song Family and Nan Gong Clan have good relations, right? Dining at Nangong Hotel would please you, wouldn't it? Or are you, President Song, afraid to meet my fiancé?"

Qiao An pursed her lips and, in a pretentious tone, said, "Who would know yours? Otherwise, why wouldn't you go?"

Song Huan Yan saw that she was shameless and that her goal was simply to get her to go.

If she doesn't achieve her goal, she probably won't give up.

She will keep tangling with her here.

After a moment's thought, Song Huan Yan said, "Fine. Since you're sincerely inviting me, I'll go. Otherwise, you'd still think I'm truly scared of your fiancé. I actually want to see whether Kyoto has anyone I'm afraid of. If there are, I'll have to take a detour when I meet them later."

Qiao An smiled, "As you wish. I'll send you the time slot later; also, be sure to invite Assistant Sang and Director Tang along."

Having said that, Qiao An left.

As soon as she left, Sang Wan said, "What big drama are you thinking of performing now?"

Song Huan Yan, expressionless, said, "Let her have it. If we don't go, the play means nothing to her either."

After speaking, she picked up the desk phone, called, and had Security come in to remove the chair Qiao An had sat in and throw it away.

Sang Wan said, "Is it that disgusting?"

Song Huan Yan said, "Unlucky."

Sang Wan nodded, "Alright. Actually I really want to go, really want to see who that Big Turtle actually is! I'm extremely curious!"

Song Huan Yan finally pursed her lips and smiled, "Hmm, looking is fine. She's been acting mysterious for several days, and finally couldn't resist any longer."