Ning Xuan on the other end of the line sensed something off in Yu Ting’s voice. Agreeing quickly, she immediately got out of bed and started getting ready.
After exchanging pleasantries with Ning Xuan, Yu Ting dialed Song Zhan, getting straight to the point.
"Do you have free time tonight? Have a drink with me if you’re available, it’s my treat."
On the other end of the phone, Song Zhan mumbled a bit, sounding somewhat irritable. He seemed to have been bothered by something.
"Hmm? I’m afraid I can’t. Several films and shows have started shooting recently. I need to arrange for people from the company to supervise and manage." Song Zhan hastily responded, sitting in front of a computer, surrounded by several files and phone books, looking quite frantic.
Sensing his state from afar, Yu Ting did not insist, instead offering simple reassurances. After hanging up, she aimlessly wandered the streets for a long while, her pace slow, lifting her feet high with each step.
’The elder, as it turns out, arranges things without considering the feelings of you two.’
’A teacher marrying a student? Ridiculous.’
’Here’s 20 million, divorce Lu Nanchen.’
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I’ll just have to deal with that idiot sooner or later.
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Meanwhile, on the other end.
The staff dormitory.
As usual, the window in the room was opened just a slit to let in light. The desk lamp was off, and a ray of light cast into the dark room barely illuminated anything.
Lu Nanchen had been sitting in a chair for over two hours now, a freshly printed teaching plan laid out on the desk in front of him, untouched.
Leaning his head back on the chair, the fringe obscures most of his eyes. Because of the upward tilt of his head, the lines of Lu Nanchen’s profile and neck were especially pointy, the dim light casting shadow on his prominent Adam’s apple.
Silence, endless silence.
Despite there being plenty of things to do, he couldn’t shake off the gossip he’d heard about his students’ slanderous words.
Despite having gone one month without contact during summer break, the two of them living in different cities.
But the agony this time was different.
Lu Nanchen’s lower eyelashes were long. He stared at the ceiling now, feeling powerless and empty.
Ding-a-ling.
After spacing off for a few more minutes, the phone on the desk rang again.
Lu Nanchen quickly picked up the phone, only to find it was Zuo Fugui calling.
His slightly agitated emotions quashed like being doused with a bucket of cold water, Lu Nanchen swiped right to answer.
"Hello? Brother Lu, let’s go out and hang out tonight, just a small gathering."
Zuo Fugui’s merrily unconcerned voice came through the receiver.
How could he not be happy? We’ve gathered three times in October.
"No."
Lu Nanchen refused briskly.
"Brother, your voice sounds a bit off? What’s wrong?"
Hearing the concern, Lu Nanchen pressed on his temples a few times with the other hand while still leaning on the chair.
"Marriage crisis."
"Can’t talk to her, can’t see her."
Lu Nanchen’s words weren’t met with comfort from Zuo Fugui. On the other end of the line, the response was raucous laughter.
"Song Yue was actually right."
Lu Nanchen: ?
"Have you actively sought her out?" Zuo Fugui asked, sitting on the sofa in the living room of his three-story villa.
Lu Nanchen was stumped by the question, his slender index finger lightly rubbing over the phone shell, his face somewhat gloomy.
"Have...I?"
It seemed he only sought her out when there was a problem.
"Are you sure you sought her out, not just to inform her of something?" Zuo Fugui fired off again, feeling a touch of satisfaction at having caught Lu Nanchen off his game. The only place where he could make Lu Nanchen stumble was this, wasn’t it?
"Have you hugged her?"
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