After finishing the meal, Song Xi began to assign tasks. With Yao Yifan around, all the heavy lifting was delegated to him.
Just then, Lou Yuming suddenly said in a low voice, "If she asks you to do it, you do it. Whose assistant are you, anyway?"
Song Xi chimed in, "Whose assistant isn't important. What's important is who caused all this, right, Special Assistant Yao?"
Yao Yifan's body trembled. Did she know?!
Lou Yuming frowned, but his expression remained calm. He thought Song Xi was bluffing.
"Explain yourself clearly."
Song Xi, however, shrugged. Some things were best left unsaid.
She handed the mop to Yao Yifan, tilting her chin slightly.
Yao Yifan was in a dilemma. He glanced at Lou Yuming, then after a moment, he closed his eyes in resignation.
"Thank you for your hard work, Special Assistant Yao. Xiao Mo, you help him."
Xiao Mo said "Oh" and obediently walked over.
A cold curve of Lou Yuming's lips appeared. "I didn't realize you had a head for business. You made this one hundred thousand yuan quite easily."
Song Xi: "I learned it from you. Thank you for the compliment."
With three people cleaning, it went much faster.
There was only a bit of finishing work left. Xiao Mo asked Song Xi to rest. Song Xi didn't refuse; she was indeed exhausted.
She sat on the sofa and checked the time. It was almost nine o'clock. Dinner had taken a little longer than expected.
Lou Yuming was still watching that reality show. Song Xi didn't know why he was in the mood for it today, but looking at the scenes, she did feel a sense of nostalgia.
The camera focused on Qin Feng. Song Xi murmured to herself, "I wonder how he's doing now."
"You still have the mood to care about him?" Lou Yuming said coldly.
His tone was a little off. Song Xi instinctively sensed something was wrong and sat down. "Do you know something?"
Lou Yuming feigned disgust and leaned back. "Get away from me. You smell of sweat."
Song Xi sniffed her clothes. It was fine.
She retorted sarcastically, "You can't stand this, but how could you sit here earlier when it was so chaotic?"
"I was supervising."
Song Xi chuckled. "Don't change the subject. Do you know what happened to Qin Feng?"
"Is the cleaning finished?" he asked loudly, a clear evasion, as if he didn't want to tell her.
But the more he avoided it, the more Song Xi wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Just as she was about to ask more, a scream suddenly rang out from the bathroom.
It was Xiao Mo.
Song Xi thought she had fallen and rushed over to check. The scene she saw was Xiao Mo and Yao Yifan both falling into the bathtub filled with water.
Fortunately, Yao Yifan reacted quickly and held Xiao Mo, preventing her from getting hurt. But Yao Yifan wasn't so lucky. He had slipped, and his entire elbow hit the bathtub. It was unclear if his joint was dislocated, but a large bruise was clearly visible on his arm.
"Are you two alright?"
Song Xi reached out and pulled Xiao Mo up, quickly drying her hair with a towel. Then she went to help Yao Yifan, but he surprisingly managed to stand up on his own.
"What happened?"
Xiao Mo said sheepishly, "The floor was too slippery. I didn't pay attention... Assistant Yao, are you okay?"
Yao Yifan slightly turned his body and nodded.
Song Xi clearly saw the bruise on his arm, but she didn't call him out on it. She just said to Xiao Mo, "I'll get you two clean clothes. Change and go to the hospital quickly."
Xiao Mo waved her hand. "Sister Song Xi, I'm fine!"
After Song Xi pushed her out of the bathroom, she said softly, "You might be fine, but others may not be. Remember to thank them properly later."
Xiao Mo belatedly understood and, though a bit confused, obediently agreed, "Okay."
Song Xi found a set of Lou Yuming's clothes in the wardrobe and asked Lou Yuming to give them to Yao Yifan, saying, "That's your assistant."
Lou Yuming frowned but still walked to the bathroom. He happened to see Yao Yifan looking at his wound in the mirror.
A large bruise. It must have been a humiliating scene for Yao Yifan just now.
He placed the clothes on a clean surface. "You brought this on yourself."
He had always been cold, and Yao Yifan was long accustomed to it.
Lou Yuming glanced at him indifferently and walked away. "The medical expenses will be reimbursed. Don't come back. You just ruin my good deeds."
Yao Yifan pursed his lips. "Thank you, Sir."
After Yao Yifan and Xiao Mo left, Song Xi had to finish the last bit of cleaning alone. Fortunately, the other two had already done most of the work. Song Xi just needed to mop the floor and take out the trash, and it would be basically done.
Looking at the apartment, which was now spotless, she felt she should take a before-and-after comparison photo.
"Done, it's finally over!"
Song Xi collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted, and her eyes rolled back at the sight of the two large bags of trash.
Lou Yuming urged her, "How long are you going to lie there?"
Song Xi said, "I'm getting up, I'm getting up," but her back felt as if it were stuck with strong glue; she couldn't move.
She felt the day had been incredibly long: the press conference, the obsessive fans, the cleaning. She felt like her bones were about to fall apart.
Seeing her lazy posture, Lou Yuming walked over and tapped her suspended lower leg with his toe. "Get up and take out the trash."