After seeing Jiang Siming and the others off, Host Sa and the rest returned to the production crew. That night, everyone went back to their rooms to rest and prepare for the next day's program.
Chu Fanshu had showered and lay on the bed in her pajamas, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
She admitted that she was already reluctant to part with that man.
Knowing that he had already left made her feel terribly dejected.
Because she knew that now that Jiang Siming had left, the two of them would probably never see each other again.
She was just a host, while he was the World's Richest Man. Even thinking about it made it clear that they could never have any further connection.
Chu Fanshu even began to regret it a little—regret getting angry with Jiang Siming for no reason on the yacht.
Unable to sleep, Chu Fanshu took out her phone and opened WeChat. Jiang Siming's account had already been added.
Possessed by some inexplicable impulse, she sent Jiang Siming a message.
"Jiang Shen, are you asleep?"
She regretted it the moment she sent it and hurriedly wanted to retract it.
She hadn't expected Jiang Siming to reply already.
"Not yet. What's up?"
Chu Fanshu's mind raced as she tried to find a reasonable yet not-awkward response.
In the end, she only replied, "Nothing. I just wanted to ask about the song you sang today. When will I be able to hear the complete recorded version?"
That excuse should be acceptable.
Chu Fanshu consoled herself inwardly.
"Why listen to the recorded version? Wasn't the live version good?" Jiang Siming replied.
Chu Fanshu quickly typed, "But I can only hear the live version once. I can listen to the recorded version whenever I want."
"If you want to