Brother Huang was "choked" by the response and suggested again, "Your misogyny is a psychological disorder. How about I ask around for a psychologist to give you some therapy?"
Lu Ziye reclined the leather seat, casually picked up an eye mask, and put it on, mumbling, "I'm not sick. Why see a doctor?"
Brother Huang tactfully changed the subject. "I just received a program proposal from a variety show director. Take a look later. If you're interested in participating…"
"No." Lu Ziye pushed the silk eye mask on his tall nose bridge with slender fingers, disdainfully saying, "I'm a singer, not a variety show star."
Brother Huang persisted, "The pay is high."
On Lu Ziye's handsome face, visible annoyance surfaced.
"You go if you want. I'm not going."
Brother Huang genuinely thought the director's proposal was excellent, but since Lu Ziye refused to participate, he didn't dare insist. He could only reply to the director.
[Brother Huang: Director, we're singers, not suited for variety show appearances.]
Lu Ziye's van and the ride-hailing car Ning Xi was in drove almost side by side. At the overpass on the main road ahead, the two vehicles turned left and right, heading toward different destinations.
Before getting out, Ning Xi handed a triangular-folded talisman paper to the ride-hailing driver.
"What's this?"
The driver looked at the talisman paper in his hand, quite surprised.
No fare collected.
Instead, he received a talisman paper.
"Take it with you when you drive."
As soon as Ning Xi got in the car, she noticed the driver's forehead was dark.
Meeting is fate.
A talisman paper could help the driver avoid a disaster, thus preventing his daughter from suffering the tragic loss of her father.
Unfortunate people in the world each have their own misfortunes.
Happy people, however, are similar.
She hoped that little girl, who was the same age as her, could enjoy the ordinary happiness of having her parents by her side.
Following the guidance of her phone's map, Ning Xi went straight to the expert clinic in the hospital's neurology department.
Seeing Ning Xi, the nurse asked concernedly, "Young lady, did you make an appointment?"
"Yes."
Ning Xi opened her pre-booked appointment details and showed them to the nurse at the triage desk.
"Alright, wait here. Doctor Lu will be back soon."
Ning Xi softly thanked her and sat on the bench outside the clinic, playing on her phone.
In a ward in the same hospital, Bo Wang's fractured leg was wrapped in a thick cast.
Lu Xuan, wearing a white coat, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge. His silent demeanor was the calm before the storm.
"Uncle, I was wrong. I shouldn't have secretly picked up Little Meat Dumpling from kindergarten behind your back. I shouldn't have…"
Little Meat Dumpling chimed in, "Daddy, Little Meat Dumpling was wrong."
Lu Xuan leisurely removed the gold-rimmed glasses from his nose bridge and gently took off his white coat. Bo Wang instantly cowered!
"Uncle, I'm 22 years old! Give me some face in front of Little Meat Dumpling!"
Lu Xuan grabbed Bo Wang, who was trying to escape, and coldly said, "Son, close your eyes."
Little Meat Dumpling quickly covered his eyes with his chubby little hands.
The sound of a belt thwacked against Bo Wang's back.
Bo Wang howled in pain.
Who would have thought that at 22 years old, he could still be beaten by his uncle?
Upon hearing the news of Bo Wang's accident and rushing to the scene, Old Master Bo and the Butler, upon hearing Bo Wang's howling cries from the hospital room, turned and left in perfect, unspoken agreement.