Song Xi froze, unsure if she was joking or speaking the truth.
But her expression was serious, her lips pursed into a straight line.
Song Xi noticed the faint bruise on the corner of her mouth and frowned slightly, then feigned a calm tone, "Yes."
This time it was Ding Li's turn to be shocked, "You're serious?"
"Of course," Song Xi took out her phone, "Do you want me to call him now?"
Ding Li was incredulous.
Was she that indifferent? Or was this sugar daddy not much to begin with?
Ding Li didn't know what she was thinking. If Song Xi had refused, she might have insisted on taking him. But if she so easily gave him up, it made him seem ordinary, not a big shot at all.
It seemed the rumors were unreliable.
"Hello..."
She actually called!
Ding Li panicked and hung up, looking at Song Xi, "You're a lunatic."
Song Xi calmly put her phone back into her pocket and said, "He's just a man. If you want him, he's yours."
Ding Li scoffed, her sharp gaze receding.
"I'm not interested in being introduced. A meal is tastier when you have to fight for it."
Song Xi smiled slightly. This woman had ambition.
At that moment, at Hai Yue Shan Fu.
Listening to the busy signal from the other end of the phone.
Lou Yu Ming: "..."
He pushed the door open, unbuttoning his clothes as he walked in.
"What madness are you up to at four in the morning?"
As if sensing something, he pressed the wall switch.
The quiet bedroom was empty. The quilt was deliberately bundled up and placed aside, creating the illusion of someone being there.
A foolish attempt to deceive oneself.
He walked over with a dark expression and reached his hand behind the quilt to feel it. It was ice cold.
It seemed she had been gone for a long time.
This woman was truly a handful.
At Wei Yin Bar.
After the music ended, Song Xi couldn't help but clap.
She was right to come!
Ding Li's xiao playing was melodious and elegant, with the air of a refined lady.
What was more special was that a hint of melancholy was mixed into the melody, as if it were her inner feelings.
In fact, with this level of skill, she could have made a good living teaching.
Ding Li was startled by her applause.
In the past, she had only considered playing the xiao as a means to earn money by selling herself. No one had ever praised her after a performance. Song Xi was the first.
She composed herself, smiled, "How was it?"
"Twenty-four bridges, bright moonlit night, where is the fair maiden teaching the xiao."
Ding Li was stunned, "You're quite eloquent."
It seemed she understood the meaning of the phrase. Song Xi said, "I mean it sincerely."
"'Sincerely' is the cheapest word here."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
A sharp female voice rang out, "Ding Li, come out! Have you grown a bear's heart and leopard's guts, daring to sneak out before the session is over? Have you no rules!"
Ding Li's face paled, "It's Sister Lan."
Song Xi's expression turned serious. She looked at the injuries on Ding Li's hands, snatched the xiao, then picked up the gauze from the table and put it on her face.
"I'll handle this for you, but you have to teach me how to play the xiao. Fair deal?"
Ding Li was dumbfounded, "Fair... but the guest who came today is difficult to deal with."
Song Xi changed her skirt and said, "You just need to nod."
Ding Li pondered for a moment, then nodded.
The door burst open with a "bang."
Song Xi and Ding Li looked somewhat alike. Sister Lan saw only one person in the room and, without a word, grabbed her and pulled her forward.
Ding Li hid in the corner, her fists clenched nervously.