The two of them lazed around in the hotel room for another whole day, until they had no choice but to go out the following afternoon.
Wei Zijin was a guest at a live concert that evening, and Wang Xiaoliang was going with her.
When they reached the hotel lobby, Zhao Nan was already waiting there.
The moment she saw Wang Xiaoliang, Zhao Nan rushed up and gave him a bear hug, nearly squeezing the breath out of him.
"Damn, Wang Xiaoliang, how come you look all grown up-and even better-looking?" Zhao Nan pulled him this way and that, looking him over. "Weren't you just a little brat before?"
"You're the one who's changed a lot, sis." Wang Xiaoliang looked her up and down. "You've lost quite a bit of weight, and your taste in clothes has improved too."
Zhao Nan tossed her hair proudly. "Of course. How could my taste not improve when I'm working with your wife?"
The three of them got into the organizer's van.
As soon as the vehicle started moving, both Zhao Nan and Wei Zijin fell silent.
Wang Xiaoliang glanced at their expressions and said nothing either.
But he kept holding Wei Zijin's hand, never letting go.
Wei Zijin kept stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.
The backstage dressing room door swung open, and the scent of flowers greeted them.
The room held plenty of bouquets, large and small, red, pink, and white, with little cards tucked into a few of them.
Wei Zijin glanced over them without any expression, then went straight to the dressing table and sat down.
Zhao Nan leaned over to glance at a card. Her face darkened, and she turned to Wang Xiaoliang, lowering her voice. "This guy is seriously disgusting."
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing, merely