Listen to that. Was any of it something a decent person would say? Every sentence was belittling him and shifting the blame. A textbook master of emotional manipulation!
He did not like the original Song Nian at all. He was simply using him. Once he achieved his goal, he would kick Song Nian aside and enjoy the spoils of victory alone.
What a piece of trash!
No. This man was completely unreliable. Clinging to his thigh might get Song Nian killed even more miserably than in the original plot.
Once he understood that, Song Nian’s favorable opinion of the man instantly dropped below zero. He could not even be bothered to keep acting and looked at him with a stiff expression.
Seeing that Song Nian did not object aloud, Li Wenguang assumed he had agreed to help. He hurriedly took Song Nian’s hand and coaxed him in a softer voice.
“My good Nian Nian, I knew you’d help me. You’re the most important person in my life.”
If this had been the original Song Nian, he might truly have been fooled by such polished manipulation.
Unfortunately for Li Wenguang, Song Nian was completely immune to it.
When Li Wenguang left the room, he also locked the door behind him, as though terrified Song Nian might run away.
Hearing the lock click, Song Nian rolled his eyes inwardly and silently raised his middle finger at him.
—Looks like the first path is a dead end. I’ll have to find a chance to run away from the wedding tomorrow.
Song Nian quietly made up his mind.
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After leaving the room, Li Wenguang hummed a cheerful tune as he walked down the corridor toward the elevator.
Sure enough, that Song Nian was an idiot. All Li Wenguang had to do was offer him a few cheap scraps of kindness and keep him dangling in a vague, flirtatious relationship, neither close nor distant, and the fool would take the bait.
Hopefully Song Nian would be useful enough to obtain those secrets as the man sharing Li Yanchuan’s bed. Then Li Wenguang would have a way to seize Li Yanchuan’s weakness.
The more he thought about it, the smoother the road ahead seemed. Li Wenguang was in an excellent mood, wearing the expression of a man certain victory was already his.
Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, the elevator arrived and the doors slowly opened.
Accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling over the carpet, the first thing to emerge from the elevator was not a pair of straight, powerful legs.
It was a black wheelchair.
The man seated in it slowly raised his eyes. The moment he saw the person opposite him, a chill surfaced in his deep gaze.
Their eyes met, and silent gunpowder seemed to ignite in the air.
—The man in the wheelchair was none other than Li Yanchuan.