Chapter 75: Chapter 75 A Lively Practice Session
Sheng Shaochen’s movements while taking down the tripod were so abrupt that she nearly fell off from atop.
Watching his back as he left the room filled with chill air, Ye Shu frowned.
She thought she probably should never discuss love with such a high and mighty man.
Her fingertips once again caressed the wallpaper, carefully and meticulously adhering it inch by inch.
By the doorway, Sheng Shaochen leaned against the black and white geometric patterned wall, lighting a cigar and quietly drawing on it, occasionally glancing at the silent young woman in the room.
Her indifference actually caused him some irritation.
Sheng Shaochen tossed the cigar to the ground and extinguished it with the heel of his shoe.
Just as he was about to turn back into the room, his phone rang.
The words “Han Ruixin” jabbed into his eyes.
Sheng Shaochen, with furrowed brows, walked to the end of the corridor and took the call.
Through the wireless transmission, a young man’s voice, laced with urgency, came through, “Mr. Sheng, my sister attempted suicide, please come quickly.”
Sheng Shaochen’s face went pale abruptly.
After hanging up, he immediately called Guan Jiu, “Get the car ready, to Han City!”
Ye Shu had just finished applying the wallpaper when she turned and saw Sheng Shaochen with a grave face hurrying downstairs.
Her right eyelid twitched violently, feeling an inexplicable sense of panic.
She hurried a few steps, and at the corner of the staircase, she saw Sheng Shaochen already leaving the hall, getting straight into Guan Jiu’s car and driving away.
For some reason, her heart felt a trace of loss.
Instinctively, Ye Shu wanted to smoke a cigarette to dispel the sudden, unwarranted surge of emotion.
Back in her room, she pulled open the drawer of her bedside table only to find that the whole pack of women’s cigarettes that had been there was now gone.
She pulled open the closet, the luggage, even the cigarettes hidden under the bed, all were gone.
It seems Great Demon King Sheng was hell-bent on forcing her to quit smoking.
Ye Shu fell back onto the bed helplessly, fiddling with her phone thinking of secretly placing an order to buy some.
An unfamiliar number suddenly called in.
Confused, Ye Shu picked up the call, and a young woman’s excited voice came from the other end, “Sis, it’s Xia Ruchu! You remember me, right? I heard from Zifeng that he’s going to fly out of Jin City tomorrow night to study abroad. So our friends are throwing a farewell party for Zifeng. Tonight at seven, Meilan Garden, room No. 8. You have to be there, okay?”
The sound of music on the other end was so loud that it gave Ye Shu a bit of a headache.
Xia Ruchu, of course, she remembered her, that assertive girl who claimed to be Zifeng’s girlfriend.
Unexpectedly, this clear-cut girl was quite devoted to Ye Zifeng.
Even she, as his sister, hadn’t thought of giving Ye Zifeng a farewell party.
Shaking her head slightly in shame, Ye Shu nodded, “Okay, I’ll definitely be there.”
After hanging up, Ye Shu looked at the photograph placed on the table — the photo included herself, Zifeng, and Dad.
The three of them were smiling exceptionally sweet and happily.
Dad was gone, and now Zifeng was also going abroad; in the future, she would really be all alone.
She reached out, picked up the frame, and gently stroked it with the pads of her fingers.
The corners of her eyes began to moisten slightly.
Her eyes lowered, and out of her peripheral vision, fell upon the old, worn-out laptop on the table.
She gently ran her fingers over it.
The laptop left to her by her dad, one she could never crack the password to.
Ye Zifeng was addicted to the internet, and although his graduate studies were in management, he was more versed in computers.
This time going abroad, he said he wanted to double major in computer science.
Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to entrust this laptop to him.