Chapter 37 The first time I received his call
The next morning, when Lin Shutang got up, it was already eight o'clock.
She opened the curtains. After a long period of darkness, she was not used to the sudden strong light stimulation. She raised her hand to block it for a while, and it eased her mood.
Just then a phone call came in: "Shutang, have you arrived at school?"
"No." Lin Shutang was on the phone, his hands unconsciously twirling on the inner gauze curtain, but his eyes were drawn to the tall figure downstairs. He said absentmindedly, "I'll be there soon. What's wrong?"
"Hehe, I just wanted to ask you, if you're still out there, could you bring me some food?"
"good!"
The man at the stairs was tall and long-legged, so even from this awkward angle, he didn't look strange. As if sensing the gaze of someone upstairs, he looked up and met her gaze through the glass window. Immediately, he pulled his phone from his trouser pocket and operated it with one hand.
"Thank you, Shutang baby. Love you."
Almost immediately after hanging up, Lin Shutang's phone rang again. The caller ID had no notes; it was an unfamiliar number.
But inexplicably, Lin Shutang felt that the call was from Li Yansheng.
"Hello." Because of subconscious expectation, the voice trembled slightly when the call was connected. Lin Shutang suddenly felt a little relieved that the first sentence was only one word.
"Come down after you wash up and I'll take you to school."
The male voice in the receiver was deep yet gentle.
This tone of voice lacked some sense of distance and revealed a different kind of familiarity. Lin Shutang's heart suddenly tightened as if it were entangled by vines.
"good."
After hanging up, she quickly washed up, packed her things, and trotted downstairs. It wasn't much, really: just a cell phone and a canvas bag containing a dirty coat, some medicine the doctor had left last night, some tissues, and other miscellaneous items. The most valuable item was the bank card.
Thinking of the person waiting there, Lin Shutang unconsciously exerted force on his right hand holding the card. The pain came and the faint throbbing in his heart was suppressed.
When Lin Shutang approached, Li Yansheng was on the phone: "It opens at 10:30... Send me the plan before 3 pm tomorrow... Tell him that if he can't do it, then give up as soon as possible."
He possesses a different kind of authority when he's working than he does at other times. A man's maturity isn't measured solely by appearance; it's more about the decisiveness of his decisions.
After waiting for the call to end, Lin Shutang spoke: "Mr. Li."
Hearing the sound, Li Yansheng turned around.
The girl in my sight still had a look of laziness after being ill. She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and her hair must have been freshly washed but not completely dried.
Li Yansheng stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on top of the trash can, then took off his coat and handed it to her: "Why aren't you wearing a coat?"
Lin Shutang shook his head: "I'm not cold."
Her slender white fingers hooked the hair that fell on the side of her face, and then she smiled shyly and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Her movements lacked the pretense of maturity from last night. Right now, she seemed to be just that innocent little girl studying for a master's degree at Peking University.
Li Yansheng didn't answer her. He still held his coat in his hand and walked over to open the passenger door: "Get in."
The air conditioner was on in the car, and the warm air flowed slowly around my legs, gradually dispelling the slight chill in my body in the early morning.
Seeing that the person next to him had fastened his seat belt, Li Yansheng started the car, turned the steering wheel right and left.
"Do you have classes in the morning?"
"No, I just want to go see my advisor and look at the paper."
His question had the air of casual conversation, and Lin Shutang couldn't help but glance sideways at the person in the driver's seat. The latter, however, had stopped talking and had no intention of speaking again.
Both of them tacitly agreed not to mention anything that happened last night.
Lin Shutang looked down at the card in his hand. It was a black card with a few letters printed on the edge - HBC.
I no longer felt the relief I had when I went downstairs.
What was his mindset when he gave her this card? Did he accept her advances and officially support her? Or did he find her constant presence too annoying and simply gave her a sum of money to get rid of her? Lin Shutang didn't know.
But it seemed that she didn't really want either of these two answers.
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