The man’s head was buried in her sweet-smelling neck, his voice hoarse, "Hmm?"
"I..."
Before she could finish, her phone rang abruptly, shattering the amorous atmosphere.
It was Officer Guo.
Lou Yuming slapped the phone down on the bed, ignoring it.
But the phone rang for a long time, disturbing the peace.
Song Xi, blushing, nudged his shoulder, signaling him to attend to his business.
Lou Yuming was silent for a moment, kissed her, and reluctantly got off her.
Whatever the person on the other end said, his previously calm expression suddenly turned cold, and a chilling glint appeared in his dark eyes.
"Get me some clothes," he said, hanging up the phone, his voice icy.
Song Xi was stunned. The moment her toes touched the ground, she uncontrollably knelt on the soft carpet.
Fortunately, Lou Yuming caught her in time, picked her up, and placed her back on the bed. "Clumsy."
Song Xi shyly pursed her lips. Watching him fix his hair, she couldn't help but ask, "...Where are you going?"
Lou Yuming didn't answer. Instead, he neatly slicked back his hair, revealing his stern and sharp features.
A sense of distance instantly arose, and Song Xi hesitated to speak.
Seeing her wronged expression, Lou Yuming reached out and stroked her chin, as if teasing a kitten, "We'll talk about it when I get back."
With his coaxing, Song Xi immediately became obedient.
...
Meanwhile, at the old Zhang family residence, it was already a scene of disarray.
Ever since Zhang Qi returned, he had thrown a furious tantrum, smashing many things. Gao Lin couldn't stop him and didn't dare to ask how he had gotten out.
"Qi'er, Mom knows you've been wronged, and Mom wanted to save you, but your uncle said..."
*Bang!*
He smashed another set of expensive teacups to pieces. "Whose uncle is he anyway!"
He had just called the police station; it was he who had saved Song Xi! Lou Yuming would rather save an outsider than his own nephew! He was deliberately trying to embarrass him!
"Our Zhang family doesn't need people like that. He's not worthy!"
"Qi'er, don't say any more. If he finds out, you'll be punished again. Calm down. Didn't you like a small car some time ago? Mom will buy it for you."
Gao Lin was flustered and anxious. Looking at Zhang Bowen, she shouted angrily, "Qi'er is like this, and you're not even trying to persuade him!"
Zhang Bowen muttered in a low voice, "It's your spoiling him."
After an unknown amount of time, there was a noise outside the door, and someone kicked it open.
*Bang!*
The man was as cold as ice, his sharp gaze seeming to carry the deterrent power to destroy all things, and it landed precisely on Zhang Qi.
Gao Lin's heart skipped a beat, but she still tried her best to protect her child. "Yuming, why are you here so late at night..."
Before she could finish, Lou Yuming walked over with a grim expression. His aura was powerful. He grabbed Zhang Qi with one hand and, with a "bang," sent him flying a full five meters.
Zhang Qi hit the wall heavily, crying out in pain.
Lou Yuming's voice was icy and full of menace. "You know pain too. That girl from the Ge family is still lying in the hospital. What right do you have to feel pain!"
Zhang Bowen immediately panicked. "She hasn't woken up yet? This... what should we do? Old Mr. Ge dotes on his granddaughter. Yuming, you have a good relationship with Old Mr. Ge, can you talk to him?"
"What can I say?" Lou Yuming's voice was cold and devoid of emotion. "He still shows no remorse. Talking to him would be useless. Brother, this is the good son you raised!"
"Qi'er, are you okay? Qi'er!"
Gao Lin hugged Zhang Qi with a worried expression. Lou Yuming looked at the scene of mother and son's deep affection and couldn't help but sneer.
"Sister-in-law cherishes her son so much, then this matter will be resolved by yourselves!"
With that, he turned to leave.
"Young Master Yuming."
Footsteps were heard from upstairs. A woman in a gray traditional cheongsam, her hair neatly pinned up, said with a stern tone, "The Old Madam requests your presence."
Lou Yuming's eyes darkened, and he walked upstairs.
Gao Lin couldn't help but ask, "Why is Mother asking Butler Lu to call him upstairs at this hour?"
Zhang Bowen glared at Zhang Qi, filled with disappointment. "It's all because of him."
"Will it work? Old Mr. Ge has such a bad temper, he's not easy to deal with."
"Don't worry, as long as Yuming can be persuaded, he'll find a way."
Zhang Bowen shook his head. "We really need to discipline Qi'er properly. His temper will cause trouble sooner or later."
Gao Lin's temper flared. "Is that my problem alone? You've been doing this all day..."
...
On the second floor, in the room.
The old woman lay on the bed, her expression tired. "What happened?"
Before Lou Yuming could speak, the old woman continued, "No matter what happened, you must protect Qi'er, do you understand?"
Lou Yuming's thin lips pressed together. "...Yes."
The old woman glanced at him. "Appropriate education is good, but it must have limits. His grandfather doted on this precious grandson the most. If he knew, how sad he would be up there?"
Lou Yuming's eyes flashed, his voice slightly hoarse. "I understand, Mother."
"Alright, you can go out now."
As he reached the door, the old woman suddenly said again, "If you don't have anything important to do recently, help Qi'er choose an auspicious date, and pick one that's nearby."
Lou Yuming's steps paused.
The old woman said, "It's the girl from last time. You've met her."
Lou Yuming's voice was icy. "Impossible."