"Sister Song Xi."
Sensing Song Xi's strange expression, Xiao Mo followed her gaze, and his mouth twitched.
"Lou..."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Xi walked forward angrily.
Xiao Mo quickly dragged the suitcase and chased after her.
Lou Yuming took in Song Xi's reaction. He lowered his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Sir, where are we going?"
The woman continued to leverage her advantages, trying to ensnare the man with her sexy figure.
A Patek Philippe 5271/11p-010, worth two million; Lattanzi luxury custom shoes, worth eight hundred thousand, and a suit of private bespoke clothing, likely priceless.
Noble and distinguished, mature and steady, such a man was truly a rare find.
"Sir?" Leng Xiaoyi proactively wrapped her arms around the man's, her smile charming and lively. "Let's go, I'll take you out."
"Scram."
Leng Xiaoyi froze, thinking she had misheard. "Sir?"
Lingering, his inky eyes lifted, a chilling glint within them. His imposing aura, one that commanded respect without anger, erupted in that moment.
"I said, scram!"
With that, Lou Yuming turned and left, resolute and decisive.
Leng Xiaoyi was stunned. When she came to her senses, her face was flushed with anger. She stomped her high-heeled shoe, her face a picture of frustration.
Her phone suddenly rang. Leng Xiaoyi glanced at the caller ID and complained angrily, "This man is too difficult to deal with, so moody, and changes his mind faster than turning a page. I thought I had succeeded!"
On the other end, the woman's laughter was as melodious as silver bells. She said confidently, "He's always like this. I told you, you can't handle him."
"That's not necessarily true." Leng Xiaoyi triumphantly produced a piece of paper, beaming with pride. "I got his phone number."
"Oh really?" the woman asked calmly. "Then try calling him now."
"I will!"
Leng Xiaoyi took out another phone, entered the number, and deliberately turned on the speakerphone to show off the fruits of her labor. The next second, a robotic female voice chimed in.
"Hello, the number you have dialed is no longer in service..."
"How could this be!" Leng Xiaoyi was furious, nearly throwing her phone to the ground. "Liar!!"
"Alright, don't be angry. I'll buy you a Ferrari when I get back."
"Really?!" Leng Xiaoyi's face lit up with joy. "You promised, Chu Yao, don't go back on your word!"
"Yes, I mean what I say. How are your observations, did you find anything?"
Leng Xiaoyi smiled confidently. "Don't worry, there shouldn't be any women around him. From the moment he boarded the plane until he disembarked, he was alone. He didn't even take out his phone once."
Hearing this, Ke Chuyao quietly breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew it."
Leng Xiaoyi continued, "He's the first man to play me like this. I will definitely win him over. Chu Yao, you don't mind, do you?"
The woman's lips curved into a faint smile. "Give it a try. But once I'm back, you can't, because he's mine."
"Okay."
A hint of disdain flickered in Ke Chuyao's eyes.
Lou Yuming was always picky; not everyone could catch his eye. If Leng Xiaoyi wanted to try her luck, let her. She was confident about Lou Yuming's taste.
Looking at the candid photo Leng Xiaoyi had sent of the man, Ke Chuyao's eyes were filled with tenderness.
Yuming, we will meet again soon. Wait for me.
...
Meanwhile, Song Xi walked very quickly and disappeared from sight after leaving the airport.
Lou Yuming's expression turned cold, but he didn't call her.
He spotted the Porsche parked outside the airport and walked towards it. Just as he pulled the car door open, a clear, familiar female voice emanated from within.
"Sir, would you mind sharing a ride?"
Lou Yuming's expression froze, then his lips curved upward. He bent down and got in, then slammed the door shut behind him.
"Of course."