He’s very aware of why Xi Shaoqi cares so much in an extraordinary way. People with their kind of status have been lonely since childhood; life always revolves around classes, lessons, and learning.
Shaoqi relied on him from a young age, and later, when he graduated from middle school, he went abroad. In his mind, he felt abandoned. Then he met An Nan, who perhaps helped him find a new focus in life. This focus has persisted until now, deeply rooted.
It’s because he cares too much that he’s afraid of losing it.
But according to his understanding of that little woman, she’s not petty and won’t ignore Shaoqi because of today’s incident. The misunderstanding was simply because Shaoqi feels insecure.
Thinking of this, Lin Mubai found Xi Shaoqi’s phone and retreated to a quiet corner to dial someone’s number.
The person on the other end of the phone was clearly in a deep sleep and responded with a slight annoyance: "Who is it?"
"Who are you?" An Nan obviously didn’t recognize Lin Mubai’s voice, although it felt somewhat familiar to her.
Not being recognized made Young Master Lin feel disheartened. If this little woman were standing before him, he would definitely make sure she remembered his voice well.
But it was clear that this wasn’t the main point of his call. He had better return to the subject quickly; the little woman on the other end might hang up out of embarrassment at any moment.
"I’m Shaoqi’s good friend."
"Oh, what’s the matter?" Hearing he was Xi Shaoqi’s good friend, An Nan’s tone softened considerably.
"He’s drunk right now, and he’s worried you’ll be mad and ignore him. Can you find a moment to come and see him?"
There was a long silence on the other end before a voice said, "I have a flight tomorrow. To ensure the safety of the passengers, I need to get proper sleep tonight. I’ll call him tomorrow before I board."
Between her good friend and numerous passengers’ safety, An Nan chose the latter without hesitation, believing her good friend would certainly understand.
The person on this end, Lin Mubai, thought about it and felt it wasn’t a good solution.
There’s nothing more to say about this matter.
An Nan simply said "Good night" and hung up the phone. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Listening to the beeping sounds from the phone, Lin Mubai smiled helplessly.
It’s easy to imagine this little woman casually tossing the phone into the bed and going back to sleep.
Holding his phone, Lin Mubai lingered for a moment before returning to the booth at the bar.
Seeing Lin Mubai return, Han Xiayang asked puzzledly, "Where did you go?"
He shook his phone and said, "I called An Nan. She has a flight tomorrow and can’t come, but she’ll call Shaoqi."
"That’s good enough."
Afterwards, Han Xiayang took Xi Shaoqi home, while Lin Mubai returned home alone.
The next day, at the airport, An Nan dialed Xi Shaoqi’s phone number. The person on the other end sounded drowsy, and An Nan stifled a laugh on her end of the phone.
The familiar voice quickly woke the sleepy person up, sitting on his bed dumbfounded: "Nannan, is it you?"
His voice held hesitation and uncertainty.
With that, Xi Shaoqi was thoroughly awake: "Nannan, where are you? Please don’t be mad at me. I won’t let that woman bully you again."