Song Xi was a bit stunned. While Anna went to the restroom, she sent a text message to Lou Yuming.
"You want me... to marry Zhang Qi?"
The message vanished into the depths, and Song Xi's heart sank with it.
Meanwhile, in the restroom.
As Anna touched up her makeup, she heard a woman grumbling as she approached.
"What's the big deal? It's just a cup of bubble tea. Who can't afford one? Drink it, get fat!"
"Sister Jin, calm down."
"Alright, you're following me into the restroom too!"
"Then I'll wait for you outside."
As soon as she entered, Jin Ying froze.
She hadn't expected anyone else to be in the restroom. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became awkward.
Thinking it was a fan, she turned to leave.
"Miss Jin."
To her surprise, the other person suddenly called out to her.
Jin Ying almost swore.
"Hello."
After all, she was a professional actress, and her expression changed rapidly.
Anna smiled and walked over. "About Song Xi, there are a few things I'd like to discuss with you..."
...
Song Xi originally wanted to find Anna to get clear answers, but after waiting for a long time, she received a WeChat message from her.
"I'm heading out now. Yuming is taking me to dinner. I've already paid for the bubble tea and barbecue. I'll come see you again next time~"
So he wasn't busy with work, but had deliberately ignored her message.
Song Xi's expression stiffened. She replied with a "Thank you," then tossed her phone into her bag.
Lou Yuming did not come back that night.
At three in the morning, Anna posted a moment on WeChat. A picture of a night view of a skyscraper, champagne, and a ruby necklace sparkling brilliantly.
The caption read: With you for life, what more could I ask for? Happy birthday to me.
So it was Anna's birthday today, and he had gone to spend it with her.
Looking at the ruby necklace, Song Xi felt a pang of jealousy.
She became insomniac, tossing and turning in bed.
Then she was like she'd had an energy drink, going to the kitchen for snacks, then curling up on the sofa to watch TV.
Finally, dawn broke, and the alarm rang.
Song Xi, with two dark circles under her eyes, arrived at the set.
When Lou Yuming returned, his face darkened instantly upon seeing the mess in the room.
He silently withdrew his foot, then, while loosening his tie, called Yao Yifan: "Find a housekeeping service to come over."
Then he sent Song Xi a WeChat message.
"?"
"Are you rebelling?"
Song Xi hadn't expected to receive such a message after waiting all night.
What did he mean? Was asking a question considered rebellion now?
She angrily jabbed at her phone screen.
"Yes, I am rebelling. What are you going to do about it!"
"If you have the guts, come bite me!"
Bastard!
With a "smack," she slammed her phone onto the table.
Ye Tian, who was having his makeup done nearby, was startled. After exchanging glances with the makeup artist, he cautiously asked, "Sister Song Xi, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
Song Xi glanced at him. Because she was still angry, her gaze was full of menace. "I told you not to call me 'sister'."
Ye Tian trembled. "Yes... yes, sister!"
Song Xi: "..."
Ye Tian was actually a good kid. Although he was two years younger than her, he was very polite. Especially when he spoke, his voice was unique. If you didn't see his face, you'd think he was a mature, charming middle-aged man in his thirties.
He was releasing a new single in a couple of days and wanted Song Xi to help promote it.
Song Xi stared intently at her WeChat, saying, "You should ask Jin Ying. I don't have many fans, so it won't be much use if I share it."
Ye Tian automatically ignored her first sentence. "I don't have fans either, they're all bots."
Song Xi glanced at his Weibo's five hundred thousand followers and chuckled. "I don't even have one bot."
That's right. Since she registered her alternate account, her follower count was still 0.
Ye Tian's little head spun quickly, and he immediately comforted her. "I'll follow you, sister. Now you have one fan!"
Young he may be, but his words were sweet.
Song Xi's mood improved a little.
At this moment, a WeChat pop-up appeared.
It was from Lou Yuming, who, uncharacteristically, had sent a voice message.
Song Xi quietly lowered the volume and brought the phone to her ear.
The man's voice was deep, with a lazy hoarseness.
"You said it yourself. Don't beg for mercy later."
Song Xi looked back at what she had just said, and her earlobes immediately turned red.
Pervert!
She cleared her throat and, pressing the speak button, said, "Can you not..."
"Sister, why didn't you follow me back?"
Song Xi let out an "Ah," and as her finger slipped, the voice message was sent.
She opened Weibo and said sheepishly, "Forgot, forgot!"
When she returned to the WeChat interface, Lou Yuming had already sent a new one-second voice message.
Song Xi clicked it open and listened.
"Sister?"
His tone was somewhat sarcastic.
Just as she was about to explain, the director started calling for actors.
Song Xi had no choice but to put her phone back in her bag and walk out with Ye Tian.