Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Sure enough, after washing up this morning, Song Nian hurried out early.

But he wasn't going to see Li Wenguang. He had other, more important things to do.

First, he needed to buy himself some new clothes.

Second, he had to gather and print his personal information, like his resume, medical reports, and stuff like that.

That was the main reason he went out today.

Because after being thrown out of the bedroom by Li Yanchuan the night before, Song Nian, unable to sleep, tossed and turned in bed when he suddenly thought of a key point.

He realized that even though they had agreed to have an open and honest talk, it seemed he hadn't properly introduced himself yet.

After all, the two were only in a business marriage, with no emotional foundation, and hadn't even met before the wedding.

Their understanding of each other was limited to knowing each other's names.

Unlike himself, who had the advantage of a god's-eye view and knew Li Yanchuan's character inside out from the original story, Li Yanchuan hardly knew anything about him.

Without deep understanding, secrets and misunderstandings would arise, leading to conflict and hostility.

Moreover, he was no longer the original Song Nian, so it was necessary for Li Yanchuan to get to know him again.

With that in mind, before their heart-to-heart, he needed to first deepen their understanding of each other.

Therefore, before today's heart-to-heart, Song Nian brought his own materials, ready to give a detailed self-introduction, so that Li Yanchuan could gain a new understanding of him and change the stereotype left by the original Song Nian.

If he'd had more time, he would have made a PowerPoint.

After buying some clothes at the mall, he went to the hospital for a full physical examination.

Then he went to a print shop and compiled all his personal information.

The collection was so large, the materials so complete, and the content so precise that it could be directly used for a background check.

However, considering the fact that he had transmigrated into a novel, he couldn't let anyone discover that he had a different person inside, yet he also didn't want to be too dishonest. Song Nian's conscience and sharing desire were at odds.

In the end, he carefully edited parts of the info.

For example, his birth date, and his height and weight.

Since he had transmigrated with his own body, his height, weight, and other data slightly differed from the original owner's, but the difference wasn't noticeable.

But regarding birthdays, the two dates were completely different.

If he changed all the personal history to his own, it would easily reveal that he had transmigrated.

So Song Nian only altered the physical data and birthday according to his real information.

In this way, he struck a delicate balance between truth and accuracy, and even if someone found out, he could explain it away.

The checkup and preparing the materials took a whole day, and it wasn't until evening that Song Nian returned home.

He had left in such a hurry in the morning that once he got outside, he realized he didn't have Li Yanchuan's contact information, so he couldn't notify him.

As a result, Li Yanchuan, who was home alone, mistakenly thought he'd gone to see Li Wenguang.

"You're saying all this is your personal information?"

Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, Li Yanchuan's expression softened slightly, and he picked up the medical report and flipped through it.

It said:

"Song Nian, Sex: Male, Age: 23, Height: 175cm, Date of Birth: ..."

"That's right, if there's anything else unclear, you can ask me."

As he spoke, Song Nian half-squatted, placed both hands on the edge of the desk, rested his chin on the surface, and looked up expectantly.

This expression was like that of an eager puppy, with bright, sparkling eyes like twinkling stars in the night sky.

Hearing this, Li Yanchuan closed the report, looked away, and frowned and asked:

"Why are you giving me these?"

"Because I think you might have some misunderstandings about me, so I hope through these materials, you can get to know me better and maybe change your mind."

As he spoke, Song Nian pushed the materials closer to him.

"You told me to know my place and my standing, and I see that clearly. Since I'm already married to you, you are the person closest to me. I won't betray you."

Meeting the determined look in the other's eyes, Li Yanchuan pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds, then turned away and let out a scornful laugh.

As if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world.

Ridiculous and full of loopholes.

"Do you really think I'd believe you just because of a few words and a stack of papers?"

"You know very well what your real motive actually is for getting close to me."

He laughed, but then his tone turned icy, his expression stern, and the temperature around him seemed to drop.

"I have no motive. Don't always assume the worst about me."

Feeling misunderstood, Song Nian pouted, looking a little aggrieved, and unconsciously drawled his words.

To Li Yanchuan, it sounded almost like pleading.

"I was thrown out by the Song family to marry you, which means in their eyes, I've already been used up and have no value anymore. So I can only stay by your side."

"If you kick me out, I won't even have a place to stay."

He paused, lowered his head, embarrassed, and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he felt embarrassed about what he was about to say.

"Besides, I actually like you. I want to get along with you."

Like?

Hearing that word, Li Yanchuan sneered, his eyes revealing undisguised disgust.

He hadn't expected this man to be such a good liar, even saying things like that just to achieve his goal.

So he decided to be merciless and laid it all out on the table:

"Song Nian, don't you think these words of yours are hypocritical? Talking about how you like me—don't think I don't know about what went on between you and Li Wenguang."

Li Wenguang?

Hearing this name, Song Nian's eyes flew wide open. He jumped to his feet and took a step back.

This reaction, in Li Yanchuan's eyes, seemed like he was scared at being caught.

A cold smirk curled at the corner of his lips. He wanted to see what other lies this guy could come up with.

But in reality, Song Nian was indeed startled.

Not because he was exposed, but simply because he heard Li Wenguang's name.

After all, who wouldn't be startled to hear the name of someone they'd once punched?

Back then, he had landed a solid blow on Li Wenguang—what if that man came looking for revenge?

In the original story, the ambiguous relationship between the original Song Nian and Li Wenguang had always been a ticking time bomb, affecting Li Yanchuan's trust and eventually triggering a series of suspicions in the later plot.

He just hadn't expected that bomb to be detonated so early in the marriage.

But it was fine. This was a chance to clear up the misunderstanding.

With that thought, Song Nian stepped forward, crouched down beside the wheelchair, and tentatively touched the back of the man's hand.

Seeing that the man didn't pull away, he mustered the courage and took his hand.

"To be honest, I was indeed closer to your brother before. Otherwise, I wouldn't have wanted to run away from the marriage at first," he admitted.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he could clearly see Li Yanchuan's face darken. He quickly added, "But after meeting you, I realized there's always someone better. Compared to you, he's nothing."

"Actually, I prefer your type—mature, steady, capable, responsible, and looks-wise, you're exactly my type. You fit my ideal perfectly."

The more he talked, the more it sounded like a confession. Even Song Nian himself grew embarrassed and shyly touched his slightly flushed cheek.

"And that day, I really did punch your brother. He tried to lean in and kiss me, and I instinctively threw a punch. So when you mentioned his name just now, I got a bit scared afterward."

Thinking about Li Wenguang reminded him of the USB drive. He immediately ran back to his room, hurriedly grabbed the USB drive and handed it over to Li Yanchuan.

"Here, he gave me this as well. Said I should find a way to plug it into the computer in your study. I was going to give it to you last night, but..."

They both knew exactly what happened last night. Song Nian paused, feeling sheepish, and fiddled with his fingers.

Gazing at the USB drive lying quietly in his palm, Li Yanchuan lowered his eyes and sank into thought.

His dark eyes were mostly hidden by his lashes, like a silent night—deep and unreadable, revealing nothing of his current feelings.

If Song Nian was telling the truth, then what he held in his hand was undoubtedly a tool for stealing company secrets. If Li Wenguang got his hands on it, the consequences would be dire.

But if that was the case, why would Song Nian tell him this?

From his standpoint, helping Li Wenguang would have been the natural choice. There was almost no reason for him to side with Li Yanchuan.

Could it be—as he claimed—because he truly liked him, that he chose to stand by him?

At this thought, a flicker of confusion passed through Li Yanchuan's eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a deep, impenetrable darkness.

What if it's just a ploy to retreat in order to advance?

"Why should I believe you?"

He retorted in a low voice.

"You can have someone check this USB drive; there's definitely something wrong with it. I'm not lying to you."

As he spoke, Song Nian vowed solemnly while raising his hand.

"Every word I've said is true. If you have anything else to ask, I can explain it all."

Upon hearing this, Li Yanchuan barely lifted his eyelids, thoughtfully glanced at the man across from him, and said in a low voice:

"You... really don't like Li Wenguang anymore?"

"Of course I don't! Before, I was blinded by greed and misjudged him. I never expected Li Wenguang to be such a selfish, unscrupulous guy."

Getting worked up, Song Nian abruptly stood up and smacked the table.

He was getting fierce, not only cursing Li Wenguang but also including his former self in his rant.

"The day before the wedding, he came to me and asked me to cooperate with him from the inside to overthrow you after marriage. His words were all about himself, and I already detested him for that."

Then, like spilling all the beans, he told the whole story—how he decided to flee the wedding, hid in Li Yanchuan's lounge, and finally, drawn to him, decided to stay and go through with the marriage.

So that day, Li Wenguang had gone to the hotel to find Song Nian only to persuade him to act as a pawn, nothing else.

Upon hearing this, Li Yanchuan finally understood that the provocation in the corridor that day had been fake.

"So now, can you try to trust me?"

After saying everything in one breath, Song Nian blinked, pitifully leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair, looking up with moist eyes, pleading.

Li Yanchuan was silent for a long time, his eyes never leaving Song Nian, with a hint of doubt and a scrutinizing gaze.

But he didn't say a word.

He neither said he believed nor said he didn't.

However, Song Nian understood that for Li Yanchuan's personality, this was already a very good reaction.

So he grinned brightly:

"Then I'll take that as a yes, okay?"

The smile was as brilliant as the sunlight outside, momentarily dazzling, causing Li Yanchuan to pause slightly and instinctively look away.

Are these words all true?

Can Song Nian be trusted?

For the first time, doubt arose in his heart.