"What are you doing?"
Lou Yuming's voice was cold, and a single glance stopped his movement.
Zhang Qi had always refused to admit how much Lou Yuming affected him, because he always felt that this day would end.
But every time, he would be as timid as a grandson because of a word or a look from him.
Pah, how embarrassing!
"I..."
Zhang Qi silently withdrew his hand, then wiped the sweat from his pant leg and pretended to be obedient, saying, "I was just curious."
Lou Yuming sneered, "My business?"
These three short words captured Zhang Qi completely.
He waved his hands in a panic, "Of course not, how would I dare to interfere in my uncle's affairs! Right, Uncle, what are you doing at school?"
He then grinned and tried to change the subject.
Lou Yuming's eyes were cold, and his tone was unwavering, "Do I need to explain to you what I'm doing?"
It's over, every word is a minefield.
Zhang Qi dared not speak, only daring to secretly glance at the woman in his arms, trying to find any trace of someone from her.
Lou Yuming was quite direct and kicked open the car door.
"Come, you can see more clearly from inside the car."
The woman in his arms trembled violently.
Zhang Qi didn't dare to step forward. His half-smiling expression was enough to make one's scalp tingle, and he tried to avoid it.
"No... no need, Uncle! I have to accompany Aunt to watch a performance, I'll be leaving now!" With that, he sprinted away, not daring to look back.
The word "Aunt" made Lou Yuming's eyes turn icy. Looking at Zhang Qi's retreating back, a sharp cold light erupted, and his voice turned cold.
"How long do you plan to stay in this position?"
Song Xi remained motionless.
Lou Yuming reached out to lift the clothes blocking her head.
He had intended to say a few more words, but he saw that the woman's eyes were red-rimmed, her expression as frightened as a startled small animal.
Perhaps he had gone a bit too far.
"...Song Xi." He softened his tone this time.
Hearing his voice, Song Xi's eyelashes fluttered. As if snapping back to reality, she instantly sprang up from him and darted to the side seat, far away from him.
His arms suddenly felt empty, only holding the lingering warmth and faint fragrance of her.
Lou Yuming reached out to touch her.
She seemed to ignite instantly, flailing her hands in the air. Not only that, but she grabbed a rose nearby and threw it at him.
"Don't touch me!"
The rose had been neatly packaged before. After being tossed around, and then thrown by her, the unpruned stem was exposed.
A small thorn scratched Lou Yuming's finger, and he frowned, letting out a "tsk."
As expected, when a woman gets angry, she becomes very troublesome.
Hearing the sound, a hint of emotion flickered across Song Xi's angry face. But remembering Zhang Qi's parting words about "Aunt," she sulked to herself again.
Lou Yuming, knowing he was in the wrong, patiently coaxed, "Don't be angry."
Song Xi turned her head away, still silent.
Lou Yuming felt a headache coming on; he wasn't good at coaxing women.
But luckily, he was clever. After a moment of thought, he took out his phone and tapped on the screen twice. A mechanical female voice suddenly rang out in the air.
"...Alipay received ten thousand yuan."
Song Xi's eyes lit up.
"Alipay received twenty thousand yuan."
The voice was pleasant to the ear, and even the greatest anger was extinguished.
Song Xi's mood lifted with his operation. She looked at Lou Yuming, "Why didn't you send it on WeChat? Oh, you deleted me."
Lou Yuming: "..."
Song Xi: "Heh heh."
"Alipay received fifty thousand yuan."
Lou Yuming handed her his phone, "Is it still too late to add you back now?"
Song Xi feigned aloofness, maintaining her composure for two seconds before finally picking up her phone, "Then I'll give you a chance."
Yao Yifan returned from the restroom and happened to hear this. He was so shocked that his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
Was this still the same formidable and stern CEO Lou, whom everyone feared?