Chapter 21

In the suite, Fu Yu touched the bruised corner of his mouth in front of the bathroom mirror and hissed in pain. 

"It's been years since we last saw each other, and the first thing you do is throw a punch at me? Really?" 

He gave the man sitting on the sofa—cold as ice—a resentful look. 

Yu Jinwen pressed his lips together in silence. His mind was still filled with images of Nan Song from earlier, frame by frame flashing through his thoughts. Every word she had said echoed in his ears. 

That bright yet lazy demeanor, those icy yet mocking words—was that really Lu Nansong? 

He was deeply skeptical. 

Fu Yu sat across from him, lit a cigarette, and continued complaining, "Last night, I got beaten up by your woman, and this morning, I took another punch from you. Talk about bad luck. I gotta say, you two are a fierce pair—a perfect match, like a couple of ruthless demons. So here's the question: Why on earth did you get divorced?" 

Yu Jinwen lifted his eyelids and coldly spat out two words: "Ex-wife." 

He was correcting Fu Yu's phrasing of "you two." 

Fu Yu nearly choked on his smoke, raising an eyebrow at Yu Jinwen. "You care this much about your ex-wife? The moment I mentioned she was in Nancheng, you rushed here overnight? Buddy, you're in denial." 

Yu Jinwen frowned, ignoring his teasing, and said stiffly, "Cut the crap. Who exactly is Lu Nansong?" 

"Not Lu Nansong—her surname is Nan, given name Song. 'Lu Nansong' was a fake name." 

Fu Yu uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. Meeting Yu Jinwen's icy gaze, he smirked, almost pitying his comrade who'd been deceived for three years. He almost didn't have the heart to tell him, "She's the real deal—the eldest daughter of the Nan Group, Nan Song." 

The name "Nan Song" exploded in Yu Jinwen's ears like a firecracker, leaving him dazed. 

All the details and doubts from the past few days suddenly connected, forming a clear line in his mind. The person who had vanished into thin air and then reappeared out of nowhere—it all made sense now. 

Nan Song. So this was her true identity. 

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Running into her ex-husband first thing in the morning left Nan Song in a complicated mood. 

So when she saw Qin Jiangyuan in her office, her mood soured even further—especially when he sat in her chair, smiling tenderly and calling out, "Xiao Song." 

Goosebumps rose on her skin, purely from disgust. 

Nan Song's expression froze. She turned and demanded, "Who let him in?" 

"Apologies, President Yu. It was our oversight. I'll handle it immediately," Chief Assistant Gu Heng bowed in apology and immediately called security to forcibly remove Qin Jiangyuan. 

Seeing they were serious, Qin Jiangyuan quickly stood up from the office chair. With his slicked-back hair and powdered face, he forced a smile and walked toward Nan Song. "Come on, Xiao Song, you're kicking me out the moment I arrive?" 

His tone was whiny, a grown man trying to act coy like a girl. Nan Song had no idea if Nan Ya fell for this act, but all it did for her was make her want to throw him out. There wasn't an ounce of appeal in it. 

Three years apart, and the man had only gotten greasier. 

As Qin Jiangyuan stepped closer, Nan Song frowned and said coldly, "Stay away. Don't splash your grease on me." 

Qin Jiangyuan's face fell at the jab. 

He was the heir of the Qin Group, now even serving as its president. Countless young women threw themselves at him, eager to please—only Nan Song treated him with disdain. 

But after years of indulging in bland, docile women like Nan Ya, he craved a challenge like Nan Song. A tough bone to crack—now that was exciting!