Song Xi was glad it was late at night and there were few people on the road. However, Lou Yuming's car was too conspicuous, and several drunkards were already peering in through the windows. She was terrified and kept burying herself in his arms.
Lou Yuming let out a low chuckle and squeezed her soft earlobe. "Don't worry, they can't see."
Afterward, Song Xi's lipstick was gone, and her cheongsam had been torn to shreds by Lou Yuming.
She had to wear his suit jacket. Fortunately, it was big enough to barely cover her thighs.
Lou Yuming, on the other hand, was unscathed, not even a strand of hair out of place.
He looked like a refined scoundrel, gazing at Song Xi, whose eyes were red from being bullied. Satisfied, he stepped on the accelerator, and the black Porsche instantly vanished into the night.
...
Lou Yuming had a house in the suburbs where they used to go often before they were separated. She wondered what he meant by taking her there this time.
Song Xi had originally planned to leave after getting the money, but her dress was torn, so she decided to go to the bedroom to find something to wear. However, when she opened the wardrobe, it was empty.
"Where are the dresses?" she asked.
"Threw them away," Lou Yuming said slowly, unbuckling his wristwatch.
"Then what will I wear?"
Lou Yuming took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He walked over and lifted her by the waist. "What's the rush? We're just getting started."
Song Xi cried out, "Again!"
The old man seemed like he hadn't been intimate with anyone for days, and he tormented her all night.
It wasn't until six in the morning, when the sky began to turn pale, that Song Xi, drowsy, heard Lou Yuming say in her ear, "From now on, it's back to the way it was."
Song Xi took a few seconds to understand what he meant and suddenly woke up. "Why?"
Lou Yuming, with a cigarette in his mouth, didn't answer her question. He just said coldly, "I don't like sharing things with others. You deal with Zhang Qi yourself."
Song Xi blinked. "How do I deal with him?"
"Figure it out yourself," Lou Yuming said, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray. He leaned down, cupped her chin, and said, "And let me see how much more capable you are."
Song Xi didn't pay attention to Lou Yuming's words. If she could break up with Zhang Qi, she wouldn't have been dragging it out for so long.
Fortunately, Lou Yuming had been busy recently and couldn't spare her much attention.
She heard that Shen Heping called him constantly, wanting to apologize. Eventually, Lou Yuming got annoyed and blocked him.
But she didn't expect this person to come to her.
Song Xi was a third-year student in the acting department of the Drama Academy. Every year before graduation, the school arranged three graduation plays.
She had taken many leaves recently to earn money, so she didn't get a good role. But even with a small part, Song Xi couldn't fall behind, so she went to the theater whenever she had time.
That day, after rehearsal ended, everyone was resting backstage when Shen Heping suddenly barged in for some reason.
"Xi'er!"
He was disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes. Without regard for the others present, he grabbed her and pulled her. "Come on, I have something to tell you."
Song Xi cried out in pain as he yanked her. "Let go!"
There were people all around, and they couldn't help but whisper when they saw this.
"Calling her so familiarly, who is this guy?"
"Heh, the campus belle is indeed the campus belle. She's really bold, coming all the way to school. Isn't she afraid Zhang Qi will find out!"
"No wonder she's never there during rehearsals. Turns out she's out chasing other guys."
Yi Xiaoling happened to have changed her clothes and come out. Seeing this, she immediately took a photo of Zhang Qi and sent it to him.
"I told you last time, and you didn't believe me. Now the evidence is solid."
Zhang Qi was drinking with a woman at the time. The moment he saw the photo, he smashed the glass on the floor.
"Damn it!"