Si Jiangchen's words silenced Ji Chen, who immediately hung up the phone.
I believed that this guy must have already arranged all the matters for Si Jiangchen's meeting properly. That was why he gossiped with me on the phone.
Si Jiangchen casually tossed his phone aside and got up to put on his formal suit. Taking the opportunity, I rushed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I peeked out from the bathroom in a bathrobe with my wet hair, hoping to see if Si Jiangchen had left for the meeting, I didn't expect to be lifted up by a pair of strong arms as soon as I poked my head out.
"It's almost four o'clock. Stop being naughty!"
I pointed at the old-fashioned wall clock, puffing out my cheeks as I pushed his face to make him look. But Si Jiangchen carried me back to the washstand, picked up the hair dryer, and let down my shoulder-length hair that was tied up at the back of my head. "If you don't dry your hair, you might catch a cold and get a headache when you go out."
I immediately lost my temper. The originally depressed feeling was wrapped up by his sudden tenderness, leaving not a trace of anger.
He knew that I had hypoglycemic fainting caused by malnutrition, so he would cook delicious meals for me during all his breaks. He knew that I had caught a cold in the wild when I was being chased before, so he would urge me to dry my hair with a hair dryer after every shower...
The warm air blew through my hair. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his broad chest, murmuring, "Why are you so nice to me? I can't live without you... Si Jiangchen."
"It's good that you know you can't live without me." Si Jiangchen blew my hair until it was fluffy and dry, then he lowered his head and kissed my cheek. "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, I love you and will always be by your side."
"Okay!"
I also responded to his kiss. It was not until the little bird on the old-fashioned wall clock popped out of its nest and chirped four times that Si Jiangchen straightened his collar and left my room...
I took out a light blue dress from the closet and put it on. The clothes here must have been bought by Ji Chen, the assistant. He was good at observing people's preferences. All the women's clothes in this closet were in my style. It was really hard for a guy to be so meticulous.
After tying the thin brown leather belt on the dress, my phone, which had been thrown beside the bed, rang again.
I quickly walked over, picked up my phone, and opened WeChat. I saw Ji Chen's avatar at the top of the list, with the red dot indicating a new message shining brightly.
[Miss Du, I know the Chicken-Stilling Technique!]
The first message made me laugh. This guy was really persistent when it came to problems.
[I actually ignored those times when you grabbed the chicken and shook it. If it weren't for Xue Shuo's reminder, I would really have thought that I had no spiritual sense and couldn't perform the spell!]
I could even imagine Ji Chen's somewhat crazy yet somewhat proud look when he sent this WeChat message.
The principle of the Chicken-Stilling Technique was actually very simple. There was a liquid in the chicken's ear canal that controlled its balance. When I grabbed the chicken and shook it, I destroyed its sense of balance. In order to regain its balance, no matter where I placed it, as long as I drew a straight line in front of it, it would adjust its balance little by little according to that line. That was why it would lie there motionless!
I originally wanted to reply to his message, but thinking that it should be meeting time now and I didn't want to affect his work, I closed the chat interface. The red dot on WeChat was still flashing.
I glanced at the name on WeChat and couldn't help but frown.
Wei Yuan?!
This guy had disappeared from my sight for a long time, so much so that I had almost forgotten about his existence.
The last time we got rid of Lin Shuya, Wei Yuan had suffered a great emotional trauma. He never expected that his mother would want to eat his flesh and blood in order to live forever!
Wei Yuan didn't even know about his father's child with another woman before. If it weren't for Feng Qianqian, his assistant, who desperately pulled him away, he might have become another walking corpse under Lin Shuya's sharp teeth.
After a moment's hesitation, I still clicked on the WeChat message. What came into view was a series of voice messages. I hated this kind of communication method the most. It would be better to just make a phone call!
After I clicked on the voice-to-text function, lines of text appeared on the phone screen.
[Miss Du, this is Feng Qianqian. Please save our General Manager Wei. He's possessed by an evil spirit. He's about to die!]
[Miss Du, are you there? Help!]
[Please reply when you see this WeChat message. I really don't know what to do!]
...
A series of more than a dozen messages that flooded my screen made my eyes dizzy.
Wei Yuan was just an ordinary rich second-generation. With the protection of those feng shui masters his father, Wei Wenzhao, had found for him, why would he need me?
What on earth did Feng Qianqian want to do?
No matter how much of a personal assistant she was, she shouldn't use her boss's phone to send messages, right?
After thinking for a while, I directly dialed the phone number.
The phone rang twice and was immediately answered. A somewhat hoarse voice came from the receiver: "Hello... Xiao He?"
There was a trace of uncertain surprise and a bit of joy in that voice. "What do you want from me?"
"Um..."
After a moment's hesitation, I asked in return, "How have you been recently? Do you feel unwell?"
"... No. Thank you for still caring about me."
Wei Yuan's mood obviously improved, and there was a little bit of a happy tone in his voice.
My doubts grew stronger. Feng Qianqian was shouting for me to save Wei Yuan's life, but Wei Yuan on the phone seemed to be perfectly fine. Who on earth was lying?!
"I'm not caring about you."
Afraid that Wei Yuan might misunderstand, I explained, "Your phone sent me a distress signal on WeChat. As someone who has known you, I can't just stand by and do nothing."
"... Ah?!"
Wei Yuan was also stunned for a moment, and then there was no sound on the other end of the phone. After a while, he spoke again, "What's wrong with my WeChat? I haven't been in touch with you. My phone has been in my pocket... It's empty. I haven't sent you any messages!"
I guessed that Feng Qianqian must have secretly used Wei Yuan's phone and deleted all the messages without leaving a trace after sending the WeChat messages.
Not wanting to make things difficult for Feng Qianqian, I just said "um" and changed the topic. "Maybe I was wrong... How's Feng Qianqian? Is she doing okay as your assistant?"
She was the only girl around Wei Yuan that we both knew and was a poor soul. Thanks to Wei Yuan's kindness in bringing her back, otherwise, this girl who had suffered so much in a perverted family might have been wandering around somewhere.
"Her?"
At the mention of Feng Qianqian, Wei Yuan immediately got angry. "That stupid girl is acting like a crazy person every day, saying that there are ghosts in the company. I fired her!"