Yuan Mei sat back down in frustration, "The capitalists are everywhere, telling me to go back and finish my manuscript."
"Is he/she the leader?" Jian Yan asked in a low voice.
"Xiaoyan, I'm sorry." Yuan Mu held the back of her head and pecked her on the corner of her mouth. "Next time, okay?" With that, he left Xianghu Bay.
Watching his departing figure, Jian Yan felt a pang of sadness.
*
Rewind half an hour; the meal is finished, and the soup is cold.
Hua Se's fingers drew circles on the back of Jin Heng's hand.
"Aheng, can you take me home? I just had some drinks."
Jin Heng hadn't been drinking and was completely sober. He extended a hand in a gentlemanly manner.
Hua Se climbed up.
The two got into Hua Se's car. Jin Heng drove, casually placing his phone beside him. Hua Se sat in the passenger seat. Their destination was Panhai International.
As the community entrance came into view, a number dialed Jin Heng's phone. Hua Se, with her sharp eyes, clearly recognized Su Qianhui's name saved on the screen.
Jin Heng gripped the steering wheel with one hand and deftly answered his phone with the other, "Hello."
"Mr. Jin, Qianhui is suffering from severe heatstroke. She's nauseous, vomiting, and has a high fever. Would it be convenient for you to come and take a look?" It was Sister Ling, Su Qianhui's agent, who spoke, her voice filled with urgency.
Jin Heng thought of Su Qianhui's behavior that afternoon—such a dedicated big star, disregarding her own health. He felt a surge of anger, said "Wait for me," and slammed on the brakes.
The immense inertia jolted Hua Se violently. "Aheng!"
"Sese, I have an urgent matter. We've arrived at your community. You can go home first." With that, he unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and waved goodbye to her through the car window.
Hua Se wasn't given a chance to speak.
Hua Se's enthusiasm gradually cooled. Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and sent a message: "To Panhai International."
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