Song Xi asked Dai Ze for a week's leave.
Dai Ze readily agreed. She had few engagements these days and could rest well at home.
On the first day, Song Yang made no progress.
On the second day, still nothing.
By the third day, Song Xi began to panic.
She had been very anxious these past two days, unable to eat or sleep, and had lost weight.
Sister Wang looked on with concern. If this continued, she would wear herself out. So she said, "Miss Song, why don't you ask a doctor if there are any other options?"
What she said made sense.
So Song Xi tidied her hair, which she hadn't washed in two days, put on a mask, and left the ward.
As she exited the elevator, Song Xi looked up and saw a familiar figure standing in the corridor.
The man had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long, straight legs, and was chatting with someone at the door of a ward.
It was Lou Yuming.
Song Xi immediately wanted to turn and leave. She didn't want Lou Yuming to know about her brother's existence, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.
But then she thought that in her current disheveled state, he might not recognize her.
So she mustered her courage and walked over.
Lou Yuming had been very annoyed lately.
Because of Liu Sisi's self-harm incident, Mr. Liu had some reservations about him.
Although he didn't blame Lou Yuming entirely, it was evident that Mr. Liu's attitude had become distant. Furthermore, with Liu Sisi ill, he had no heart for discussing fundraising matters.
Lou Yuming took a drag from his cigarette, his expression somber.
His luck had been bad this time.
Shao Cheng adjusted his glasses and said, "As long as Liu Sisi's problem is resolved, the project issues will naturally fall into place."
Lou Yuming shot him a glance, his eyes seeming to say: Obviously.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked, "You've tried everything these past few days. What's the result?"
Shao Cheng was speechless and said earnestly, "Depression is not a simple illness. If even the psychiatrist can't find the cause, how can I know!"
Lou Yuming pursed his thin lips impatiently. He stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can.
Just then, a nurse accidentally bumped into a woman.
The woman, in a panic, stumbled towards Lou Yuming.
In an instant, the man who had dodged suddenly reached out and firmly caught the woman.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"
The nurse apologized nervously.
Shao Cheng said, "Be careful," and then, fearing Lou Yuming's anger, he urged the nurse to leave quickly.
Then he turned around and was shocked to find the two still embracing, his mouth agape.
Lou Yuming had mysophobia. Women who threw themselves at him were always impeccably dressed and glamorous, yet he would barely touch them.
But this disheveled woman, wearing slippers, he had caught her so casually!
What was going on!
"Hey!"
He called out. Song Xi jolted and quickly distanced herself from Lou Yuming.
Just as she was about to slip away, Lou Yuming suddenly called out to her.
"Stop."
His eyes were sharp, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"
Tsk.
Was he omniscient? He recognized her even now!
Song Xi turned around with a sheepish smile. Because of the mask, only her beautiful eyes, curved like crescent moons, were visible.
Shao Cheng paused for a moment, then realized, "Song Xi?!"
No wonder...
When had Lou Yuming ever meddled in anyone's business besides Song Xi's?
But Shao Cheng was still incredulous, "How did you recognize her!"
Lou Yuming pushed Shao Cheng aside, who was blocking his view. He looked at the woman's attire and frowned.
He sternly reminded her, "As an artist, you dress like this? Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"