Ling Chuxia suddenly bit her lower lip, but Li Qian swept her a look with immense satisfaction. Ling Chuxia’s hands tightened even more, yet she couldn’t just turn off the loudspeaker under everyone’s watchful eyes.
The sound from the phone was leisurely, but Ling Chuxia’s heartbeat was like a sudden storm, utterly chaotic.
She prayed secretly, hoping desperately that Shi Che would not answer, would not answer, would not answer...
Throughout the day, Shi Che was mostly daydreaming, no, accurately speaking, he was staring at his phone while daydreaming.
He had been hoping, hoping that phone would ring, hoping that Ling Chuxia would call him again—even if being used, he was willing.
However, that phone never rang again.
Shi Che looked at the clock on the wall, the hour and minute hands ticking, time gradually passing by. The reunion was supposed to start at eight o’clock, but by eight, his phone had remained silent.
He looked at his phone, suddenly laughed at his own expectations, at his day-long distraction.
It had always been this way, always him hoping, then feeling disappointed, and eventually despairing.
Shi Che gripped his phone tighter and tighter, then suddenly slammed it down onto the table. The phone clattered against the surface, mimicking the dull thud of his current mood.
He opened a file, forcing himself to refocus on the document, but before a minute passed, he looked up again, stared at the clock on the wall for quite a while, then abruptly stood up, grabbed his phone, wallet, and car keys, and quickly walked towards the door.
At that moment, the entire VIP room was eerily quiet, everyone’s focus involuntarily centered on the phone, their breathing even following the rhythm of the doo-doo-doo.
The phone rang for a while with no answer, and Ling Chuxia felt her heart slightly return to her, believing she only needed to hold out a few more seconds before the phone would hang up automatically. She even began to count down silently in her heart.
Just when Ling Chuxia felt that God was looking out for her today, suddenly, a pleasant ringtone sounded from the entrance. In the silent space, it seemed a bit abrupt, everyone’s attention swiftly, reflexively turned towards the source of the sound.
Ling Chuxia naturally looked over too. She had been about to breathe a sigh of relief because Shi Che hadn’t answered the call; however, when she turned her gaze towards the entrance and her eyes met those familiar dark brown eyes, her breath stopped abruptly.
The man was very handsome, his skin as smooth as glazed porcelain. His eyes were elongated, the corners turning slightly upwards, his eyelashes long and thick, his pupils deep and dark, making one’s heart flutter just by looking at them.
But at that moment, Ling Chuxia only felt as if an invisible pair of hands was rudely pushing her, pushing her towards Hell.