Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Why would he have tickets to Fang Jiayin’s concert in his pockets? It was Ming Ansheng’s birthday yesterday. But he didn’t recall meeting Fang Jiayin.
Wait a minute…
‘Guess who I bumped into outside?’
‘But it’s not mine. It’s Third Yan’s old flame.’
Fang Jiayin was also at The First Wealth yesterday. Did he bump into her after he got drunk?
He hastily hung up Wen Xuxu’s call and proceeded to dial Lu Yinan’s number. It rang for a while, but no one picked up.
He tried calling Ming Ansheng.
He guessed that they had partied till dawn, so all of them must still be asleep. Either no one picked up, or their phones were still switched off.
“F*ck!” When not a single call got through, Yan Rusheng threw his phone on the passenger seat in frustration.
He stepped on the accelerator and sped on the slightly congested road without a thought for other drivers or the traffic police.
…
Xuxu was filled with doubt just like Yan Rusheng.
Holding her phone, her eyebrows knitted tightly together. She gazed at the screen and soon she was lost in thought.
Judging from Yan Rusheng’s tone, he didn’t sound like he was feigning ignorance. And he didn’t have any reason to.
But the tickets had indeed been in his pockets.
All she needed to do was ask if Fang Jiayin had been at Ming Ansheng’s birthday celebration yesterday, and the truth would be out.
She began scrolling through the list of names for Jiang Zhuoheng’s number.
Ah Heng would definitely attend Ming Ansheng’s birthday celebration . She pressed the dial button.
But immediately, she ended the call.
This was something so trivial… she shouldn’t bother Ah Heng over this.
She was about to call Ming Ansheng instead when her phone rang. The screen displayed an unsaved number which seemed distinctly familiar.
After staring at the screen for a few seconds, she picked up and put the phone to her ear. She said ‘hello’ politely.
The familiar voice belonged to a lady. “Xuxu, it’s me.”
A streak of surprise flashed past her eyes, but her voice and tone remained unruffled. “Hi, Jiayin.”
“Last night Ah Sheng drank too much, so I’m afraid it slipped his mind. I gave him two tickets to my concert and invited both of you to attend. He agreed, but I wanted to let you know as well. Both of you have to attend, alright?”
Fang Jiayin sounded like she was talking to an old friend, and Xuxu couldn’t detect any insincerity in her words.
But if she didn’t have any ulterior motives, why did she call me then?
Xuxu tried to decipher what was on Fang Jiayin’s mind, but she couldn’t understand any of this.
Fang Jiayin was still waiting patiently for Xuxu’s reply, so she put on a tiny smile. “If our schedules are free… then we’ll be there.”
She couldn’t be bothered finding out the intentions behind the two tickets.
But she was sure of one thing; Fang Jiayin was there yesterday.
Sigh, luckily I didn’t go.
Otherwise, it would be awkward if I left or stayed behind the party.
Fang Jiayin continued chatting casually, but Xuxu wasn’t really listening anymore.
She hung up and stored her phone away. She looked at the pile of work waiting for her and decided that she had no time to think about other stuff.
Didn’t I promise to remain indifferent no matter what happens?
Yan Rusheng rushed to the company and saw Xuxu the minute he stepped foot inside the office.
