In the restaurant.
Lou Yuming had just finished dealing with everything. He looked at the man lying on the ground, fainted, and said impatiently, "Throw the person outside and wait for the Wang family to pick him up. Remember, if anyone brings this kind of trash in again, pack your bags and leave!"
The supervisor trembled, "Yes... yes!"
"Hello?"
Lou Yuming turned to answer the phone and, seeing the bank card on the table, picked it up.
"Hello?"
He called out again, still without a response.
Lou Yuming walked out of the restaurant. Under the night sky, his tall, straight figure was cold and serene.
Song Xi looked at the tall, slender figure, her lips parting.
In the end, she said nothing. She turned, threw her phone into the car, and then walked away.
"Hello, sir!" Yao Yifan hastily picked up the phone and got out of the car. "Miss Song just called you."
Lou Yuming's brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly looked in the direction of the parked car, only to see Yao Yifan walking over.
"Where is she?" Lou Yuming asked in a deep voice.
Yao Yifan said, "Miss Song... has already left."
...
Song Xi eventually checked into a hotel.
After everything that had happened, how could she possibly still live with Lou Yuming?
She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The pressure of these past few days, whether from work, the internet, or her relationship with Lou Yuming, all rushed into her mind at this moment.
Her nose instantly felt sore, and it was as if something had gotten into her eyes.
Song Xi rubbed her eyes, rubbing them again and again.
Finally, she cried.
From silent tears at the beginning, to covering her face, and finally curling up into a ball on her side.
Her sobs grew louder and louder, eventually filling the entire room with unrestrained grief.
...
The next afternoon, Song Xi's eyes were swollen when she went out. She had to find a pair of sunglasses to wear temporarily, but she didn't expect to be recognized as soon as she stepped out.
"Song Xi?"
Song Xi quickly lowered her head, but the next second, the woman was in front of her.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses? Are you okay?"
The sunglasses were taken off without warning. Song Xi looked at the woman in front of her, her expression stunned. "Jin Ying?"
"It's me." Jin Ying immediately saw her red, swollen eyes and furrowed her brows. She then casually handed the sunglasses back and changed the subject, "I didn't expect you to be staying here too. How have you been lately?"
A while ago, the online public opinion about her had been a storm. Jin Ying had sent her a WeChat message, but she hadn't replied, fearing that asking too much would seem like fawning. She hadn't expected to run into her here today; it was indeed a coincidence.
Song Xi put the sunglasses back on, her tone indifferent. "It's okay."
She was crying like this, and she called it "okay"?
Wasn't Dai Ze quite capable? Why wasn't he providing psychological counseling for his artist?
Seeing her lack of spirit, Jin Ying suddenly said, "Do you have time today? Come with me somewhere!"
"What?"
Before Song Xi could react, Jin Ying directly pulled her into the elevator.
When someone got on, Jin Ying quickly put on a mask and thoughtfully gave Song Xi one as well.
"Where are we going?" Song Xi was completely bewildered. Most importantly, she felt listless, so she didn't bother to struggle with her.
Jin Ying said mysteriously, "You'll know when we get there."
An hour later, a nanny van stopped at the entrance of a golf club.
Song Xi was pulled out of the car by Jin Ying.
"What are we doing here? I don't play golf."
Jin Ying said, "Since we're here, let's go in and play a few rounds."
"I don't want to go."
Jin Ying said earnestly, "Song Xi, don't keep everything bottled up. If you continue like this, you'll eventually break down! You'll end up like Qin Feng!"
"Qin Feng?" Song Xi asked, "What happened to him?"
Jin Ying raised an eyebrow. "If you play a few rounds with me today, I'll tell you. Let's go!"
Song Xi was helpless. Why did she feel that Jin Ying was more annoying now than before?
A different kind of annoyance.