Luo Shuxiu returned home at a little past ten at night, which wasn't late.
Qian Xuan had been waiting for her on the spacious terrace in the villa's master living area; he was still very concerned about his wife.
He inquired about the details of his wife going to her parents' home to have dinner with her father, appearing very sensitive.
He specifically asked about Luo Shuxiu's contact with Liu Zhizhong, wondering what she thought about this roundabout gentleman, whether he looked decent and had a pleasant voice.
Luo Shuxiu, indifferent toward her perverse husband, gave perfunctory responses, sharing what she could and withholding what she couldn't.
Anyway, she had had a very fulfilling night, enriched by Liu Zhizhong, with peaks of experience and moments of being moved.
So, when it came to Liu Zhizhong, she said indifferently, "He's alright. Looks good and speaks well enough. Oh, right..."
Qian Xuan immediately became wary, "Right what? What happened?"
Luo Shuxiu, not in the mood for nonsense, sent her husband the recording gift from Liu Zhizhong, suggesting he listen to it himself first; she was tired and would take a bath before discussing it.
Luo Shuxiu also feared she might not be able to handle listening, that she would feel heartache and miss Liu Zhizhong, miss the solitary living father, so she took this opportunity to avoid it with a bath.
Qian Xuan, truly interested, received the audio file and played it.
The voice of Mr. L quickly had him crying; he wept until he nearly went mad, smashing things in the terrace's Flower Pavilion, even breaking his own phone, causing a significant commotion.
He grabbed another phone and called Liu Zhizhong, cursing him out for quite a while.
"Liu Zhizhong, you son of a bitch, what the hell kind of 'Shadow' did you record? Why does it have to make me feel so miserable?"
"Damn you, you worthless scum, I suddenly feel like turning you into feed tonight, believe it or not?"
"Son of a bitch! Motherfucker! Your whole family! You really are some talent your mother has..."
"What the hell is this demon voice? You mixed-breed..."
"I suddenly don't regret choosing you at all, I'm so fucking brilliant, hahaha..."
Crying and cursing, but also seemingly praise and agreement?
Anyway, after he hung up the phone, Liu Zhizhong was laughing so hard in the villa that he was in stitches.
Damn Qian Xuan, he's still a pitifully funny clown, hehe...
Liu Zhizhong even fantasized for a moment—when he'd eventually display his real skills in front of Luo Shuxiu and Qian Xuan, would this guy's reaction be just as conflicted? Jealous, heartbroken, yet enjoying it, even having to praise?
Meanwhile, Luo Shuxiu came out from her bath to find her husband had rolled off his wheelchair onto the ground, rolling about and swearing at Liu Zhizhong over the phone, displaying perverseness, mania, schizophrenia, and hysteria. After hanging up, he even wet himself, yet he lay there facing the silver moon with a pale, satisfied smile on his face, his eyes filled with anticipation...
Such a pitiable sight, such a pitiful man, sigh... Miss Luo's emotions were actually quite distressed too...
The next day, Liu Zhi drove back to Yangzhou alone.
The trip to the Provincial City had been fruitful; he was in high spirits the whole way, enjoying the drive in his mother-in-law's powerful Audi Q7. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
It wasn't until he was about to leave the expressway at the Yangzhou service area that he finally stopped for a break.
That's when Feng Xiaoyue called, "Zhizhong, are you still on the road?"
Hearing her voice quivering, as if she had just cried, Liu Zhi immediately expressed his concern, "Director Feng, what's wrong? Did something upsetting happen?"
"Ha ha..." Feng Xiaoyue laughed, "No, you've got it wrong."
"It's impossible, absolutely impossible! Based on my understanding of you, you definitely cried..."
"Alright, you win." Feng Xiaoyue truly admired Liu Zhizhong and had to concede, "Yes, I cried, cried with happiness and relief..."
"Uh... My great director, what in the world happened that it can be described ?"