“Do you have your President Song’s phone number?” Li Jiao leaned against the doorway, asking Li Shiyun who had just returned to her seat and hadn’t even warmed it up yet.
“Huh?” Li Shiyun didn’t understand – which President Song was Director Li referring to?
“You don’t have Song Li Sheng’s number either?” Li Jiao frowned.
So it really was Song Li Sheng…
Shouldn’t she be the one saying that! How could a newlywed couple be asking an outsider for their spouse’s phone number!
Li Shiyun couldn’t help but complain silently in her heart, but she didn’t dare say it out loud, nor did she dare ask: “Yes, yes, I’ll give it to you.”
Looking at the numbers on her phone, Li Jiao contentedly reclined on the black leather sofa in the office and dialed the number.
However, the phone only emitted a few “beep—beep—” sounds before a woman’s cold electronic voice apologized to her: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy, please try again later; Sorry…”
Li Jiao: Where did this woman come from?
Why would a woman apologize to her when Song Li Sheng didn’t answer the phone?
Was she being cheated on?
Gritting her teeth, Li Jiao made another call.
“…”
Same result.
Countless scenes flashed through her mind. Was this the reason why Song Li Sheng had insisted she sign that agreement?
This was beyond endurance!
Thinking this, Li Jiao viciously turned off her phone screen and stormed back to Li Shiyun’s desk.
But since family shames shouldn’t be made public, she adjusted her emotions and tried to calmly open the office door.
Making an effort to sound calm and detached, she asked: “Does President Song keep his own phone?”
“? Of course he does.”
So Li Jiao dialed the number right in front of Li Shiyun, and the familiar electronic female voice came through again.
“Why would a woman answer his personal phone?”
“What?” Li Shiyun was confused. What was Director Li talking about? What woman answering? Wasn’t this the default electronic voice?
Had her poverty limited her imagination?… Did wealthy young ladies like Director Li never make phone calls themselves?
“Um… this is the phone’s built-in electronic voice. It’s the same no matter whose call gets rejected,” she tried to explain. “You can try calling me to test it.”
With great exploratory spirit, Li Jiao dialed Li Shiyun’s number.
Li Shiyun held her phone and pressed the reject button when she saw the incoming call.
Sure enough, the familiar female voice sounded again.
Li Jiao breathed a sigh of relief. That was close – she almost got cheated on.
But she quickly realized something: “So ‘the number is busy’… means my call was rejected?”
The air suddenly froze. Li Shiyun watched as Li Jiao’s expression visibly darkened, an overwhelming pressure emanating from her.
The last time she’d faced this feeling was… well, actually just this morning with President Song.
“Sorry, sorry! Director Li, it was my oversight. President Song doesn’t answer calls from unknown numbers. I forgot to coordinate and explain the situation in advance…”
“I need to coordinate in advance to contact him? This isn’t your fault.” After hearing this, Li Jiao’s expression didn’t improve much. She lifted her chin and spoke coldly, “Come on, then you call him. Coordinate right now.”
“…” After receiving the order, Li Shiyun felt like crying but had no tears. She felt like she’d suddenly become stupid – what was she even saying?
Well then, if President Song didn’t answer President Li’s calls but picked up hers instead, what kind of situation would that be?
“Here you go.” After a mental whirlwind, she pressed the call button and immediately shoved the phone into Li Jiao’s hands as if it were a hot potato.
The call connected.
The first words from the other end were: “Has something happened to Li Jiao?”
Li Shiyun breathed a sigh of relief, watching as Li Jiao’s expression gradually brightened.
She silently gave President Song a thumbs-up in her mind – asking about President Li with his very first sentence had successfully averted the crisis.
“Something happened? Something major happened.” Li Jiao drawled slowly without urgency.
“Jiao…” Song Li Sheng immediately recognized whose voice it was. He wanted to call her Jiaojiao, but wasn’t sure if such intimacy would be appropriate, so only a single syllable escaped his lips.
Fortunately, Li Jiao continued speaking quickly: “All those calls you hung up earlier were from me. Remember to answer them later. I need to return Xiao Li’s phone to her now.”
“Alright, then…”
“We’ll talk later.”
The dial tone echoed in his ears. Song Li Sheng hesitated for only a moment before immediately pulling up his call history and redialing the number he had been dismissing as spam calls.