The Porsche drove slowly on the asphalt road. Yao Yifan, sitting in the driver's seat, perceptively raised the privacy screen.
See no evil, hear no evil.
But the back seat was extremely silent. Song Xi, ever since she spoke that sentence, had turned her head away, her mood unknown.
Lou Yuming glanced at her, took off his mask, and then casually flipped through the latest financial magazine beside him.
And so, the atmosphere in the car froze.
Song Xi was initially full of anger. She even regretted impulsively getting into the car, but since she was in it, she could only grit her teeth and endure.
She secretly looked at him, only to be caught red-handed.
Their eyes met, and the man's narrow, dark eyes narrowed slightly.
He was about to speak when Song Xi abruptly turned her head away.
Hiss—
She pulled too hard and gasped in pain.
"Stupid."
Lou Yuming reached out and pinched her neck.
His cool fingertips, slightly calloused, caused Song Xi's body to stiffen with just a brief touch. The next second, she flinched away like a startled cat, her voice cold, "Don't touch me!"
Lou Yuming's fingers paused, and he withdrew his hand with a stern expression.
"What madness are you on now?"
Song Xi sneered and opened her phone, ignoring him.
Lou Yuming found it incomprehensible. He hadn't even settled the score with her about Lu Chenyu, and she still had the nerve to be angry with him?
Indeed, women were irrational creatures!
Song Xi appeared to be scrolling through Weibo, but her mind was elsewhere.
She really wanted to ask him if he had given the flight attendant her phone number, if his so-called confession still counted, and what he considered her to be. But the words piled up in her mind, yet she lacked the courage.
In matters of the heart, Song Xi was a coward. If the other party didn't give her enough security, she would be like a snail, suffocating herself rather than emerging from her shell.
The car arrived at Haiyue Shanzhuang. Lou Yuming slammed the magazine shut with a loud 'snap', his expression gloomy. Just as he was about to get out, Song Xi suddenly said from behind, "I've already asked Xiao Mo to help me rent a place. I won't be living here anymore."
"Bang!"
The car door was slammed shut heavily. Lou Yuming sat back down, his voice cold, "What did you say? Say it again if you dare."
Song Xi opened the car door on her left, "I said I'm moving out from now on—"
Before she could finish, her hand holding the car door handle was forcefully gripped, followed by another loud slam of the door.
The man cupped her chin, his eyes sinister, "Song Xi, after fooling around outside for so many days, your courage has really grown, hasn't it?"
His strength was considerable, as if he were trying to crush her bones.
Song Xi endured the pain and defended herself, "I'm working!"
"Working?" Lou Yuming sneered, "Is this your job, making headlines with other men every other day?"
Song Xi's face turned pale from the impact. Her nose stung, "...Lou Yuming, don't push it. You know perfectly well that those things have nothing to do with me!"
Seeing a hint of red in the corner of her eyes, Lou Yuming coldly let her go, "Who knows if it has anything to do with you."
"You!"
Song Xi felt extremely wronged. "Fine! It was me who arranged it. Are you satisfied!" With that, she snatched the door open and ran out before anyone could react.
Lou Yuming instinctively reached out to grab her, but missed, and instead had his wrist caught and bruised by the forcefully slammed door.
He gasped in pain, his brows furrowed into a knot. Looking at the woman's aggrieved retreating figure, his face darkened.
"Sir?"
Yao Yifan, hearing the commotion, quickly opened the car door to check and immediately saw the shocking bruise on the man's wrist.
"I'll take you to the hospital right away!"
Lou Yuming stopped him with a gesture, his thin lips tightly pressed together, "Call Dai Ze and have him contact Ge Baitao!"
"But..."
"Hurry!"