The man's hair was softer than she had imagined.
Song Xi washed it carefully, her movements gentle, so much so that Lou Yuming felt a hint of drowsiness.
"All done."
Lou Yuming slightly lifted the corners of his eyes, took a sip of water, and his attention gradually focused.
"You... why are you here?" Seeing that he didn't seem angry anymore, Song Xi asked proactively.
Lou Yuming gazed at her coldly, "What great face do you have? If you didn't explain it clearly on the video call, wouldn't I have to come find you?"
His sarcastic tone lacked sincerity, but Song Xi didn't call him out, instead following the lead he gave: "You can't blame me for this. The weather was bad, so the performance had to be postponed."
"For how long?"
"Just a day or two."
Lou Yuming pondered for a moment, then asked, "Who was that woman just now?"
"She's a guest performer from another show." Song Xi, worried he might retaliate against Mi Xuan because of this, pleaded, "Don't be angry. She didn't mean to. President Lou is wise and mighty; you wouldn't possibly stoop to the level of arguing with a woman, would you?"
"You've learned to flatter me now?"
Though it was a bit disingenuous, it was rare to hear such nice words from her, and Lou Yuming was somewhat pleased.
He suppressed the upward curve of his lips and feigned a stern expression, "I'm not that petty!"
"Exactly!"
Song Xi silently breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up, "Then I'll go take a shower."
Lou Yuming responded with a faint "Mm."
After showering, the man was once again standing by the window, on the phone.
Why was he so busy? He seemed to have things to attend to everywhere.
As expected of the distinguished President Lou, who was constantly occupied with state affairs. Therefore, Song Xi naturally didn't believe his claim that he had flown to B City just for her.
Did he take her for a three-year-old?
To avoid disturbing him, Song Xi went to the living room to blow-dry her hair. That's when she saw the WeChat message Mi Xuan had sent her.
"Ahhhhhh sister, please apologize to your boyfriend for me! I didn't mean to!"
"But honestly, your boyfriend is SO! HANDSOME! His physique is amazing! You two are such a perfect match!!"
"The two of you together are simply a paradise for aesthetes! The children you have will surely be exceptionally good-looking!"
... Who wants to have children with him!
Song Xi tossed her phone aside, her earlobes flushing red.
This Mi Xuan was truly too forward, saying anything she pleased...
After drying her hair, Song Xi was still thinking about the matter of children.
No children, especially not now, absolutely not—
"What are you thinking about?"
The man's deep voice interrupted Song Xi's thoughts, and she turned around in a panic.
Seeing her flustered expression, Lou Yuming narrowed his dark eyes, "What are you feeling guilty about?"
"I'm not!" Song Xi retorted stubbornly, shoving the hair dryer haphazardly into the drawer, not even closing it before heading to the bedroom.
Something was wrong.
Lou Yuming raised his foot and closed the drawer, then followed her.
The woman was curled up under the covers, a small ball.
Lou Yuming leaned over and pressed her down.
When she tried to escape, he increased his grip, his thin lips brushing her earlobe, his voice low, "Where do you think you're going?"
Song Xi's voice was muffled, her entire body restrained. She felt a little helpless, "I... I'm not!"
"Then what were you thinking just now?"
Song Xi pursed her lips and lied, "... About you and Miss Anna!"
Lou Yuming paused slightly and let go of her.
After the commotion, Song Xi's breathing was uneven, slightly panting.
Lou Yuming's brow furrowed slightly, as if he found her stamina lacking.
To maintain her lie, Song Xi had to continue, "... Is it true about breaking off the engagement?"
Lou Yuming gave no definitive answer, raising an eyebrow to prompt her to continue.
"Then why did you rush back last night? Were you handling that matter?"
Lou Yuming understood her logic: she thought he had returned to B City yesterday because of Anna.
He reached out and poked her forehead, disdainfully saying, "Do you think I would travel thousands of miles for a woman—"
His voice abruptly stopped as he stared at her intently.