Nan Moyan’s expression darkened, but he gritted his teeth and spoke, "Save it, reverse psychology doesn’t work on me."

Lu Jingchen remained silent. He had indeed planned to use reverse psychology, but didn’t expect the man to be unaffected by both persuasion and pressure.

Nan Moyan was unwilling, but he couldn’t exactly force the man to take Qiaoqiao to the hospital, could he?

...

Song Qiao hadn’t expected to leave there so easily with Xu Qian and Song Xi, back to Lu Jingchen’s side.

After returning to the villa, Nan Moyan instructed his men to take Song Qiao, Xu Qian, and Song Xi away from the villa, and send the three of them back to Lu Jingchen.

Just before getting into the car, Song Qiao turned to look at Nan Moyan, who was about to walk into the villa, pondered for a moment, and then stopped her steps and turned around, intending to run toward Nan Moyan.

When his men saw Song Qiao’s actions, they hadn’t reacted yet, but Ping Ge was alarmed seeing Song Qiao running towards the boss, immediately stepped forward to block her path, speaking in a deep voice, "Madam Lu, what are you trying to do?"

He looked at Song Qiao warily, as if afraid she might pull out some hidden weapon to assassinate their boss.

Song Qiao’s face turned awkward, and she whispered, "I... can I talk to your boss?"

Even though she could leave, which should have made her excited and happy, now that she was about to leave, she felt reluctant.

She even doubted if she’d been made stupid by the kidnapping.

However, Ping Ge still wouldn’t let her through, his voice deep as he asked, "What exactly do you need with our boss?"

He still held a grudge over the fact that Lu Jingchen had previously threatened their boss.

Although he knew that Song Qiao was possibly the boss’s sister, he just couldn’t stand seeing others wanting to bully their boss.

Song Qiao was choked by Ping Ge’s words, momentarily unsure how to respond.

"Let her come over." The man, who was about to enter the villa, had stopped at some point, standing not far away with his gaze fixed on Song Qiao, speaking in a low tone.

Upon hearing his boss’s words, Ping Ge promptly stepped aside, allowing Song Qiao to pass.

When Song Qiao reached Nan Moyan, she seemed to forget what she had initially wanted to say, as if she’d lost her memory.

Nan Moyan stood there, taller than Song Qiao by more than just a head, especially since Song Qiao wasn’t wearing heels.

The man looked down at her, his expression inscrutable, "What do you want to say to me?"

Song Qiao was taken aback, her face tinged with red from the cold, after a moment she managed to say, "You’re a good person."

Nan Moyan, "..." A good person?

Her words left him momentarily stunned, and it took a while for him to regain his composure. He couldn’t help but chuckle, "What made you think I’m a good person? What gave you that illusion?"

A good person?

No one had ever called them good people.

He’d never planned on being a good person, so Song Qiao’s words strangely amused him.

Song Qiao bit her pink lips, her big eyes fixed on him, and said, "You haven’t done anything to us in the past few days. Typical kidnappers wouldn’t consider the feelings of their captives, but you treated us like guests, providing us with good food and drink. When I first woke up and found myself here, I was a bit scared, but later I realized you wouldn’t harm us, so I felt reassured."

Nan Moyan’s face bore a mocking smile as he looked at Song Qiao and asked in return, "Then why did you cry this afternoon?"

Song Qiao blushed at his words,

She replied a bit embarrassed, "I just missed my son and daughter so much. I hadn’t seen them for several days, and I missed them. Plus, I didn’t know how they were doing."

After saying this, she paused, then looked up with a smile, "If there’s a chance, I’d like to introduce my son and daughter to you. They’re such good kids and are very likable."

She had a feeling that she would meet this man again.

Nan Moyan’s expression was somewhat strange, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll kidnap your son and daughter?"

Song Qiao shook her head, "Didn’t I just say? You’re a good person."

"That’s just your opinion."

Song Qiao, "..."

Is it that hard to admit you’re a good person?

"If that’s all you wanted to say, you can go now." Nan Moyan looked at her with some irritation, waving her off.

Seeing his impatient demeanor, a sense of hurt flashed in Song Qiao’s heart, but she still took out a piece of paper from her pocket, handed it to him, and said, "This is a menu I noted for you. I’ve noticed what dishes you like these past few days, so I wrote them down. There are instructions on how to cook them. Those two can already cook; you can have them make it for you..."

Nan Moyan glanced at the menu in Song Qiao’s hand but didn’t take it.

Song Qiao wasn’t afraid, simply putting the menu into his chest pocket and waving, "I’ll be off then, goodbye." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Nan Moyan, "..." still maintaining his cold demeanor, without speaking.

Only when the car taking Song Qiao and the others away started and slowly drove out of the villa did Nan Moyan retrieve the menu from his chest. Glancing over it, he sneered, initially wanting to tear it up and throw it in the trash, but stopped mid-action. Then he spread it out, looked at it carefully, and quietly folded it, placing it in his pocket.

It must be said that Song Qiao’s handwriting was quite beautiful, very neat, entirely like a girl’s handwriting, the writing was very clear.

The menu was very well made, clearly marking the ingredients needed, when to add seasonings, and about when to serve...

Hmm, it made him suddenly feel a bit hungry while looking at it.

"Boss..." Ping Ge, who had been following his boss, spoke up, "Are we really letting them go just like that?"

Nan Moyan turned his head, raised an eyebrow at him, his tone very calm, "What else?"

"But boss, it seems like you’re a bit reluctant with Miss Song."

"That’s because you’re blind."