Song Xi finally answered the phone after a few minutes.
"On purpose?" the man's magnetic voice seemed to carry a chill.
Song Xi sneered, "How could I? I was filming just now."
"I'll be back at ten-thirty."
Whether he came back or not was irrelevant to her.
Not far away, the man's deep, cold eyes stared at the woman's graceful figure, his tone ominous: "If I don't see you back by ten-thirty, you're on your own."
With that, he hung up and turned to leave, his tall back looking exceptionally sharp in the cold wind.
Yao Yifan, holding a bag of expensive ointment, cautiously asked, "Sir, should I still deliver this?"
"Throw it away."
Bastard! Scum! Beast!
Song Xi cursed him with every insult she could think of in her heart!
She gritted her teeth and resisted for two minutes, but finally compromised.
Forget it, she couldn't afford to mess with Lou Yuming, that lunatic!
"Sis, where are you going?"
"I have something to do, gotta go!"
After Song Xi said goodbye to the director, she quickly hailed a taxi by the roadside.
Ye Tian's heart skipped a beat.
He immediately called Ye Hai, telling him not to come, but the call wouldn't connect.
A yellow taxi sped past a commercial van.
The evening breeze ruffled the woman's beautiful long hair. Ye Hai's gaze flickered, and he quickly turned the steering wheel, following.
At ten-twenty, Song Xi arrived at Haiyue Shanfu.
As soon as she got out of the car, she started running at a hundred-meter-dash pace.
She cursed as she ran.
In the commercial van, Ye Hai watched the woman's hurried back, his brows furrowed into a small knot.
If she kept running like this, her legs would be ruined by tomorrow.
Just as he was about to get out of the car, a Porsche drove up from behind and slowly stopped about two meters away.
The car's front faced his van, and a man got out of the back seat. His black trench coat accentuated his outstanding figure and extraordinary temperament.
Ye Hai's expression darkened, and he got out of the car crisply.
Their eyes met. Neither spoke, but a tense atmosphere filled the air.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Hai spoke first, his greeting sounding like a challenge, like a declaration of war.
"Mr. Lou, what a coincidence. Why aren't you accompanying Miss Anna tonight?"
Lou Yuming's eyes slightly narrowed. He put his hands in his pockets. Compared to Ye Hai's sternness, he appeared relaxed and nonchalant.
"Why is Young Master Ye still concerned with other people's business?"
Lou Yuming gave a faint laugh, his voice sounding lazy and casual, as if he were chatting about everyday matters.
"I heard the Liu family had trouble. It was Young Master Ye who acted righteously and dealt with his relatives."
Ye Hai's thin lips pressed tightly together. "This is all thanks to Miss Song."
Lou Yuming's brow twitched imperceptibly.
Ye Hai continued, "Miss Song is intelligent, quick-witted, and works well with me. A woman like her is very suitable to be Mrs. Ye. Mr. Lou, you have no objections, do you?"
As he spoke, he observed Lou Yuming's expression. To his surprise, the latter remained expressionless, revealing no flaws.
Just as his elder brother said, this man was a formidable opponent!
Lou Yuming's dark eyes narrowed, his voice growing colder in the night.
"As I said, Young Master Ye is free to do as he pleases. But whether you can become Mrs. Ye depends on your own capabilities."
His words were skillfully crafted, revealing no useful information.
Instead, he himself had lost control and blurted something out.
A miscalculation.
Watching the man's indifferent back, Ye Hai clenched his fists silently.
...
"Pa!"
The lights in the room were fully on.
Song Xi sat on the sofa, panting heavily.
She was drenched in sweat. Because she ran too fast, she had inhaled some cold air, and her forehead was now ice-cold.
"...Crazy Lou! Pervert Lou!"
She cursed vehemently, completely unaware that the door was slowly closing, and the man was leaning against the wall, his deep eyes quietly watching her.
When she was tired and yawning, on the verge of sleep, he suddenly spoke, catching her off guard.
"Who are you calling names?"
Song Xi shivered in fright.
Lou Yuming walked past her without looking, heading for the bedroom, and didn't forget to command, "I'm hungry, make me something to eat."
Song Xi: "..."
The man suddenly turned back, his expression grim, "Aren't you going yet?"
Song Xi was so angry she wanted to gnash her teeth.
Was she a maid!
There were no vegetables in the refrigerator, only a carton of eggs. It seemed she wouldn't have a chance to showcase her culinary skills.
She frowned, hobbled, held up her arm, boiled water, and cooked noodles.
It would have to do.
Ten minutes later, Lou Yuming came out after taking a shower.
He was loosely wrapped in a bathrobe, his chest muscles faintly visible. It was unclear who he was trying to seduce.
Song Xi slowly averted her gaze, muttering under her breath about him not upholding male virtues.
Lou Yuming didn't hear her. He lazily opened his eyes and glanced at her, his brow furrowed. "You're eating this?"
Song Xi really wanted to retort, "Eat it if you like it, or get out."
But she couldn't.
She suppressed her anger, forcing a smile. "There are only eggs in the fridge."
Lou Yuming was clearly displeased with her perfunctory effort.
After a moment's thought, he was enticed by the aroma and, to give her some face, took a bite. To his surprise, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.
"How is it?"
He remained expressionless. "It'll do."
Song Xi looked at the quickly emptied bowl. "..."
He was probably really hungry, to have eaten even this simple clear broth noodle soup.
Song Xi's lips twitched, and mockery appeared in her eyes.
Her precious body had surely suffered.
"I'll wash the dishes."
Song Xi resignedly turned around.
As soon as she turned on the faucet, she felt a burning heat against her back.
His tall, straight figure stood behind her, suddenly pressing her against the counter, his hand easily gripping her wrist.