Xie Zhengci backstage to the production crew's office and confronted the director, strongly accusing them of their behavior.
As their financial backer, he was furious about their indulgent behavior.
After venting his anger, Xie Zhengci's fury gradually subsided.
Back in the cabin, Zhou Siyu was the only one left in the living room, sitting on the sofa.
Xie Zhengci pushed his suitcase forward, but the other person had already gotten up and gone upstairs, leaving only his figure behind.
Back in his room, Zhou Siyu buried himself in the covers, took a deep breath, and felt a sense of suffocation as the thin blanket covered his mouth and nose.
He rolled over to face the ceiling, took a deep breath, and his thoughts became chaotic again.
Even though you're thinking about the other person, you don't know what to say.
This was the second time Zhou Siyu had felt completely lost and helpless in front of Xie Zhengci...
"So you're Brother Zhengci's secretary? You're quite good-looking, and you look presentable."
"You bitch, this slap is to tell you that I am Brother Zhengci's fiancée, and we will get married in the future—a proper arranged marriage, do you understand? His marriage is not something he can decide for himself. I am the future mistress of the Xie Group."
"You filthy creatures are better off not having any improper thoughts."
The woman's words echoed in his ears, and his cheeks seemed to burn...
That slap was too hard... too brutal, so hard that he dared not have any more thoughts about Xie Zhengci.
Zhou Siyu buried himself in the blankets again, feeling a slight sense of suffocation; only in this way could he get his mind racing.
With a damp towel, Wen He wiped her red and burning skin again. She then dried the remaining water on her neck with a tissue and applied the ointment again, using the exact same technique as before.
The boy in the mirror had a neck that was not only red but also slightly blackish-yellow, creating a stark contrast with the skin around his collarbone.
Wen He took out her phone and took a picture of the mirror.
I need to save this.
Her phone kept receiving messages, Wen He opened it to slowly check them.
Demon Dragon:(╬•̀皿•́)
Demon Dragon: Are you home yet?
Demon Dragon: Is the medicine applied? I need to check.
Demon Dragon: I'll be back in half an hour.
Demon Dragon: (Photo)
Wen He clicked on the photo, which was of a crispy roast suckling pig with golden, flaky skin that looked very appetizing. Just one glance at the photo made her mouth water, her Adam's apple bob, and she swallowed.
Demon Dragon: I packed one for you, and also included a glass of lemonade to cut the grease.
The message was sent three minutes ago.
Wen He sent over the photos she had just taken.
He He He: (Image)
He He He: It's already wiped clean, I wiped it myself.
He He He: (delicious) bqb.
Wen He had never eaten roast suckling pig before, but he had seen others eat it on videos.
Her stomach started growling, Wen He grabbed her phone and ran into the bathroom.
Jiang Ye's information had been pushed to the bottom, Wen He only noticed it after reading through everyone's information one by one.
Lawyer Jiang: Was it fun on the yacht?
Lawyer Jiang: I'm busy with some work.
Lawyer Jiang: Since you like desserts, I bought a mango box in the fridge and saved it for you.
He He He: I just checked the message.
He He He: Lawyer Jiang. I'll wait for you to come back so we can eat together.
He He He: Lawyer Jiang, you're busy, aren't you?
After replying to each message, Wen He slowly walked out of the restroom.
The mango box was bought by Lawyer Jiang; he felt it was polite to eat it with the other party, not to finish it by himself.
Ji Chi. I can eat roast pork first, and then wait for Lawyer Jiang to come back so I can eat mango boxes!
That's killing two birds with one stone!
Because the two people were out of the house last night and couldn't vote for their favorites, the production team specially arranged it for the morning, when everyone had returned to the house.
Zhou Siyu looked at the message sent by the program team on her phone and slowly went downstairs.
Jiang Yu came out of the lounge; he had already cast his vote.
Seeing the other person hunched over, looking utterly lost, Jiang Yu immediately wrapped her hair around hers, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Are you alright?"
Zhou Siyu shook her head and walked into the lounge.
Holding the medal in his hand, he hesitated for a moment as he stood in front of the mailbox. He pinched his wound again with his fingertips, the pain bringing him back to his senses. Without further hesitation, he stepped forward and dropped the medal into the mailbox.
As Xie Zhengci packing his things and went downstairs, he happened to bump into Zhou Siyu coming out of the lounge. Unlike the tired figure he had in the morning, Zhou Siyu seemed quite relaxed. Xie Zhengci went up to her and was about to say hello.
" Xiao Yu..."
" Jiangjiang ~ Do you watch TV dramas? Let's watch them together!"
Xie Zhengci's arm froze in mid-air. The young man in front of him ignored everything and walked towards the living room.
The sound of two people chatting happily drifted from the living room.
Xie Zhengci carried his suitcase upstairs.
He felt it necessary to explain his behavior yesterday.
[ President Xie is back too]
Why didn't they come back together?
[Something must have been holding him up; the Demon Dragon hasn't shown up since yesterday.]
[ Lawyer Jiang, you seem to be very busy lately. You only came back this morning.]
[Actually, I also want to know, why didn't we come back together? To avoid suspicion? But that can't be right.]
[I'm not sure, let's see who President Xie votes for. I think it's Xiao Yu.]
[ Xiao He Bar?]
[ Xiao Yu ]
[Okay, whatever you say goes.]
Xie Zhengci sat upright at his desk, his fingertips moving the pen incessantly, leaving behind a string of words.
Then, blow the ink off the paper with your mouth to prevent it from spreading, and finally stuff it into the envelope and drop it into its proper place.
The door was suddenly kicked open with a soft thud. Ji Chi, carrying bags in both hands, walked straight into the restaurant without looking to the side.
He packed up two whole roasted suckling pigs and took them home.
After putting his things away, he looked around but didn't see the person he was looking for downstairs.
It seems some people are sleeping soundly in their rooms again.
Ji Chi strode upstairs, clearly refusing to communicate.
Jiang Yu looked at the door of the cloak, hesitated for a moment but still did not go forward.
Let it stay open then.
Instead, Zhou Siyu silently stepped forward and closed the door.
The air conditioner is on in the room, so we can't let the cool air blow away.
Wen He rolled over and got out of bed, estimating the time; Ji Chi...
Bang bang bang--
Sure enough, there was a loud banging on the door. No one but Ji Chi Wen He could imagine who would be knocking like that.
He ran over in his slippers, his ahoge (cowlick) bobbing on his head.