After finishing everything, Xi Leyao closed the laptop and placed it on the bedside table, turned off the light, and lay down.
Seeing Song Jinhe covering her head with the blanket, he propped himself up again, reached out, and pulled the blanket down, covering only her abdomen.
The fan was spinning wildly on her side, but Song Jinhe was still so hot that sweat covered her forehead and neck.
Xi Leyao touched her neck, and his hand came away wet with sweat.
Even at its highest setting, the fan couldn’t dispel the intense heat.
He frowned. They had to move to a better, bigger place.
Song Jinhe had always been delicate and pampered; living in such a place with him was truly too shabby.
“Why didn’t she come?” He Wenling sat in the bar’s private room, downing glass after glass of imported liquor. After a while, he questioned the manager.
The manager wiped nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, wearing an ingratiating smile as he said, “Miss Song hasn’t replied to my messages.”
Hearing this, He Wenling’s expression darkened.
So he had risked being beaten by his older brother waiting here, and this manager hadn’t even managed to get her to come?
The purple-haired man sitting beside him stopped drinking. He had thought he could lure Song Jinhe into bed tonight.
But what happened?
She didn’t even bother to show up.
“If she didn’t reply, why did you call us out here!”
He Wenling couldn’t hold back his temper and lashed out at the manager. He stood up and kicked the coffee table in front of him with great force, sending the glasses and bottles on it crashing to the floor.
Liquor spilled everywhere, and glass shattered all over the floor.
The manager was startled by his sudden outburst and lowered his head, whispering, “Sorry, Young Master He. I’ll call Song Jinhe right away.”
With that, he took out his phone and left the private room. He found Song Jinhe’s phone number and immediately dialed.
No one answered the call, so he kept trying.
Again and again.
Xi Leyao wasn’t asleep yet. Each time the phone rang, it lit up. After it lit up twice, he got up and reached for her phone.
He noticed it was an unfamiliar number.
He frowned slightly and was about to answer when the caller hung up, but they quickly called again.
So urgent, and calling so many times—there must be something important.
“Hello—” Xi Leyao answered.
Hearing the voice, the manager didn’t care whether it sounded right or not and immediately blurted out, “Song Jinhe, haven’t you always wanted to come to Blue Sky Bar to hook a wealthy patron? Someone specifically asked for you today.”
“Just come, and you can get rid of that bankrupt, poor man of yours.”
“Room 1101. As long as you win over Young Master He and his friend, you won’t have to worry about money anymore.”
The manager kept upping the ante. For a beautiful woman like her, whose eyes were only on money, tempting her with money was like holding her lifeline.
It’s hard to go from luxury to frugality. How could Song Jinhe possibly be content staying poor forever?
After hearing the manager’s words, Xi Leyao’s handsome face darkened instantly.
His eyes fell on Song Jinhe, sleeping soundly beside him, and he silently clenched his fist into a ball.
So, all this time, she had been looking for opportunities to meet other wealthy men.
And all of it was just to escape their current poverty.
Seeing that the other party hadn’t spoken for a long time, the manager frowned deeply.
“Are you listening? This is your only chance, aren’t you going to seize it?”
Xi Leyao spoke slowly at this moment: “Manager Li, is Blue Sky Bar tempting a married woman to do something immoral?”
Hearing a man’s voice, Manager Li was stunned for a moment before realizing that the person answering the phone was Xi Leyao!
He hurriedly hung up the phone, muttering under his breath: “What’s wrong with this Song Jinhe?”
Xi Leyao placed the phone back by the bedside. He looked at Song Jinhe, feeling somewhat resentful inside.
He had already gone to such lengths, what more could she possibly be dissatisfied with?
If she was dissatisfied, why didn’t she just say it?
Feeling quite annoyed, Xi Leyao finally took out his phone and directly called the vice squad.
“Hello, Blue Sky Bar is suspected of prostitution and solicitation,” Xi Leyao reported directly. “Please handle it quickly.”
After making the call, the anger in his heart subsided a little. A bunch of filthy-minded men trying to lure his wife into cheating.
Hmph—
After lying down, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid Song Jinhe might run away.
Song Jinhe only felt as if she were being tightly entangled by an octopus. She tried to move her body, but no matter how she struggled, it was useless.
In her dream, Song Jinhe refused to believe it. She pushed with all her might, hands and feet together, and finally freed her body.
Meanwhile, Xi Leyao, who had been holding her while sleeping, was directly kicked off the bed and onto the floor.
“Thud—”
A clear, loud sound directly woke Song Jinhe, while Xi Leyao sat on the floor with a dazed expression.
“Why are you sleeping on the floor?” Song Jinhe leaned halfway out of bed to look, her voice slightly hoarse.
Xi Leyao gave her a deep look before getting up from the floor and rubbing his sore arm.
Glancing at the time, it was seven o’clock.
Half an hour before the alarm was set to go off.
Song Jinhe reached out and pushed the fan farther away, letting the breeze blow on her head. She rolled over and went back to sleep.
But before falling asleep, she mumbled drowsily: “Xi Leyao, I don’t want to eat steamed buns today. Can you make me some sticky rice chicken?”
“Or cook me a bowl of noodles. I want tomato and egg noodles.”
Hearing her request, Xi Leyao didn’t refuse, only reminding her: “There’s no sticky rice chicken in the fridge. If you want to eat it, wait until tomorrow.”
“Oh…” Song Jinhe sat up, no longer sleepy. She rubbed her eyes with her hands, her voice soft and sweet, with a stray hair sticking up on her head, looking especially cute. “Then make it for me tomorrow.”
After washing up, Xi Leyao stood in the outer kitchen area and began washing the pot and getting busy.
Song Jinhe dozed on the bed for a while before climbing down and pulling the fan over to the kitchen to blow on him.
Sitting at the dining table, Song Jinhe stirred her noodles with chopsticks and said to him: “Xi Leyao, I want to go out with you to deliver takeout today.”
The little sun female lead was making her appearance today, and she wanted to see what this female lead looked like.
“The sun is strong, you’ll get tanned,” Xi Leyao refused without hesitation. “Stay home properly. I’ll come back at noon to cook for you.”
“No,” Song Jinhe became willful again. “I want to go out with you.”
“What if we run into yesterday’s situation again? What should I do then?”
“Are you going to abandon me for a rich woman and leave me to pick through trash?”
Song Jinhe looked at him, speaking very seriously: “You have to take responsibility for the rest of my life.”
“You’re not planning to divorce me?” Xi Leyao glanced at her and asked.
“You’re my wife, I’ll take responsibility.”
“You better keep your word,” Song Jinhe said fiercely. “If you don’t, I’ll put a green hat on you!”