Their sweet, lingering phone calls continued every day. Wang Xiaoliang kept all this mess out of their conversations.
Wei Zijin had worked overtime until nine that evening before getting home. With a hint of exhaustion in her voice, she rambled on about interviewing a really famous host that day-that guy, what was his name? His assistant had spilled coffee on his clothes, and he had torn the assistant to shreds. He was famous in the industry for his emotional intelligence and good temper, too. Some things really couldn't be judged by appearances.
Wang Xiaoliang chimed in. He said business at the Night Market had been good, and he'd hit traffic as soon as he'd gotten off work. He said he'd never minded traffic jams when she was in the passenger seat-he'd actually quite enjoyed them-but today, he'd suddenly started to hate them...
Wei Zijin called him a smooth talker. Even his complaints were lovely to listen to.
They chatted about this and that for over half an hour before hanging up.
His smile faded.
Lying in bed, his mind started spinning again despite himself. Li Le hanging his head in shame, Ma Yuanyuan working up the courage to negotiate, the looks they had exchanged, that "we," that dry "sorry."
He began to feel uncomfortable again.
He rolled over, opened the bedside cabinet, and reached inside, his fingers finding the Book of Fate.
His homemade bookmark was still tucked into that page-forty-five arts of fate alteration: Cut Off Expectations of Others, and great fortune will follow.
He stared at those words for a while, and his mind slowly quieted.
Cut Off Expectations of Others.
Only by expecting nothing of anyone could he find true good fortune.
He thought about his current mindset.
On this point, he hadn't managed it.
He felt