That very night, Jiang Siming returned to Shanghai and went home.
By the time he arrived, it was already past two. The women at home had long since gone to sleep.
Jiang Siming took a shower and went straight to bed. This could be counted as one of the few nights he had spent at home without "messing around."
To be honest, he was actually rather proud of himself. Very proud, in fact.
The next morning, Jiang Siming was woken by Xinyi to eat breakfast.
"Senior Brother, a girl came by yesterday. She said her name was Aileen," Wang Xinyi reported to Jiang Siming.
"Huh? Aileen? Shouldn't she be in America?" Jiang Siming asked in surprise. "Where is she now?"
"She asked if you were here. I told her you'd gone to Changsha and wouldn't be back for two days, so she left. I asked what she was to you, but she only said you were ordinary friends. I guess she was afraid I'd misunderstand," Wang Xinyi said.
After hearing that, Jiang Siming took out his phone and found that Aileen had indeed sent him a text. She hadn't called.
That girl was probably afraid his girlfriend would see, which was why she had acted so furtively.
Jiang Siming hurriedly wolfed down some breakfast, then rushed out and called Aileen.
Unexpectedly, she had checked into a nearby hotel. When she came out, she looked uneasy and apologetic, apparently thinking Jiang Siming's girlfriend had discovered what was going on between them.
Jiang Siming deliberately tried to scare her, putting on an angry expression.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Aileen said, feeling even more guilty. Her eyes had reddened.
Seeing that Aileen was about to cry, Jiang Siming quickly dropped the act and said with a smile, "I was just teasing