The man said, "Nothing."
"...Oh."
Until the call ended, Xia Weiliang's heart was still pounding.
If she hadn't experienced rebirth, she might have thought he was just teasing her.
No one knew better than her that Xiao Yi, the insulator of scandals, was never about persona.
"Sister Wei Wei, what's wrong? Your face is so red?" Nuomi brought a fruit salad closer to look at her, and even reached out to check her temperature, "It's going to be cooked, isn't it?"
Xia Weiliang suddenly came to her senses, "It's hot!"
She got up immediately and returned to her room, sitting at the desk with a furrowed brow.
At that moment, her phone screen suddenly lit up.
It was a request to add a stranger on WeChat.
When she opened it and saw the familiar WeChat name, her eyes instantly reddened.
A period.
The remark for the friend request was "Xiao Yi."
She chuckled; only he would use something like that as a WeChat name.
After the friend request was accepted, the other party sent a string of numbers, [This is my private number.]
Xia Weiliang's fingers traced the screen; she probably remembered these digits better than her own phone number.
She took a deep breath and replied, [Don't worry, Brother Yi, I won't bother you.]
It showed "typing..." on the other side, but no message came.
He probably wrote and deleted, deleted and rewrote.
Until another message came: [Is my giving you my number meant for me to show off that I have two phone numbers?]
[...]
This was hard to reply to.
The other party also noticed her deliberate attempt to maintain distance, and the subsequent messages became much colder.
[If you don't want it, you can delete it.]
Sigh, still so petty.
Xia Weiliang looked at her phone helplessly, even imagining the proud and annoyed expression of the man on the other side. Sudian Novel Network
If she didn't appease him now, he would probably hold a grudge forever.
Therefore, for the sake of harmonious development of the entire industry, Xia Weiliang immediately lowered her stance and said with sincere earnestness: [You are a film emperor, and I am an eighteen-line celebrity plagued by negative news. You helped me without regard for gain or loss, but I cannot be ungrateful. It's not that I don't want your number, it's just that... I don't deserve it.]
Upon seeing the words "I don't deserve it," the man on the other side of the phone slightly furrowed his brow.
Yan Zhi and Da Yang were eating takeout. Da Yang glanced over and asked quietly, "Brother Zhi, why has the boss been staring at his phone with such a profound and inscrutable expression these past two days? Could it be that he's found a script that interests him?"
Yan Zhi sighed faintly, "Your boss isn't the same boss he used to be."
Da Yang was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Yan Zhi looked at him, "If you could understand, would you still be second in line?"
Da Yang pouted, "Hmph, I'll definitely surpass you!"
"I'll wait for you."
Xiao Yi looked impatient. He first stood up and paced around the room, the lines on his brow deepening. Those few words just looked awkward no matter how he read them!
Turning around, he looked at the two of them: "What kind of woman do you think deserves me?"
The two were stunned and looked up at their boss blankly. Da Yang, being blunt, said, "Boss! You can even ask such a narcissistic question—"
He could ask that?!
Fortunately, Yan Zhi nudged him with his elbow, stopping him from saying more.
Then, Yan Zhi smiled and replied, "Of course, she must be elegant, beautiful, with a good family background, good connections, and good education..."
As he listed them on his fingers, Xiao Yi listened with a blank expression.
Except for "beauty" and "figure," she didn't have any of those.
Da Yang, while shoveling rice, stared at Yan Zhi, "Brother, you're selecting concubines."
"What do you know! With Brother Yi's conditions, when choosing a girlfriend, shouldn't she have all the merits in one? Otherwise, how would she be worthy!"
"Tsk! Even if such a woman appeared, if the boss isn't moved by her, it's all for naught!"
Xiao Yi's eyes suddenly changed. He slowly turned around and leaned against the desk, his long legs casually crossed, his gaze lowered, "Being moved..."
"Exactly!" Da Yang said earnestly, "If you're not moved, how can you like someone? If you don't like someone, how can it be called love? If you don't date, where will you find a wife? Even if a fairy falls from the sky, it's useless!"
Yan Zhi was about to be exasperated by him. He grabbed a chicken leg from the table and stuffed it into Da Yang's mouth, "Eat more and talk less!"
Others might not know, but Yan Zhi understood perfectly.
The boss's significant change in the past few days was all because of that Xia Weiliang?
And today, he suddenly brought up such a question, it was as good as directly asking them, "Am I compatible with Miss Xia?"
And the result was that this fool had to mention "being moved"!
Speaking of being moved vaguely, it was just a momentary "lust at first sight," why must it be said so elegantly and refinedly?
Xiao Yi slowly pulled the corners of his lips. The previous restlessness vanished, and he looked at Da Yang, asking, "If I remember correctly, you've been with me for three years?"
Da Yang honestly replied, "Three years, four months, and twenty-seven days."
Xiao Yi nodded, "It's time for a raise."
Yan Zhi: "?!"
Isn't it, boss? When did you let your emotions get the better of you?
Just saying "being moved" warrants a raise. If I had known, I would have wished you and Miss Xia a long and happy life together from the start!
Xiao Yi turned sideways and entered the WeChat chat interface.
On the other end, Xia Weiliang did not hesitate to dissect the most realistic issues for him, wanting him to understand the gap between them.
The reborn life was like a beautiful dream; now, they had both returned to reality. Loving someone meant protecting them as much as possible. This was what she could do for him at this stage.
Therefore, she believed Xiao Yi was a smart person and should understand her meaning.
As expected, she received his reply: [I understand.]
Although this was the correct direction for the story, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
After all, he was someone she deeply loved. They had gone through so much together. Now, Xia Weiliang dared not recall it, for fear of falling into it and never climbing out.
Soon, another reply followed: [Miss Xia likes playing hard to get.]
"..."
How could he mistake her sincere and heartfelt advice for "playing hard to get"?!
[Brother Yi! I really don't!]
He suddenly asked: [Did you save my number?]
Uh...
Should she save it... or not save it?
Out of politeness and good upbringing, she replied: [I saved it.]
[Very good.]
He seemed very satisfied.
Looking at her phone for a long time, Xia Weiliang was unsure if he was flirting with her.
At this moment, Song Yuan called.
"Everything is settled, just waiting for your notification."
Xia Weiliang's expression sharpened, "Okay, thank you, Brother Yuan."
"No need for formalities, remember to transfer the money."
She snickered, "Don't worry, after tax!"
Putting away her phone, Xia Weiliang felt more at ease.
Now was not the time to consider other things; she had more important matters to attend to.
The farce of the real and fake daughters should also come to an end.