"Auntie, you like Uncle so much. If Uncle's not around for a while, you'll get all anxious. Whenever you have something delicious or fun, you'll think of Uncle first. For Uncle, you're willing to learn and do anything. Back then, you only had eyes for Uncle and wouldn't even accompany Tongtong."
She, Li Qiyu, would do such a shameless thing?
Li Qiyu waved her hand, thinking Li Tong must be making it up.
She turned her gaze to the TV and found that the homepage was recommending a newly released TV series. Judging from the characters' costumes on the screen, it was a historical drama she liked.
"Watch this, this one."
Li Tong gave Li Qiyu a disdainful look.
"Auntie, can you have some taste? You even watch such a cliche drama."
"Brain infarction? What brain infarction?"
"Clichés." Li Tong couldn't explain clearly, so he clicked on the screen and said, "The time - travel theme is so overused, and yet someone still makes it. You'll know once you watch it."
This was a low - budget online drama called *You from Two Thousand Years Ago*. At the beginning, the male lead accidentally fell off a building. Then the screen went black, and the male lead arrived in modern times.
Seeing this scene, Li Qiyu was stunned.
Her hand pointing at the screen was trembling.
"Who... who is he?" How could this person have the same experience as her?
Li Tong didn't understand why Li Qiyu was making such a fuss over a time - travel drama. Besides, although the male actor was good - looking, he was obviously a newcomer with few resources and not as good - looking as his uncle.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck in such a low - budget online drama.
After all, the Li family made their fortune in the film and television industry. Li Tong's mother was a retired big - name star, his uncle, Song Jiaye, was the CEO of a well - known film and television company, and there was also Li Xichi, a female star, in the family.
Growing up in such an environment, Li Tong naturally knew the rules of the entertainment industry well. When talking about the entertainment industry, he didn't seem like a child at all.
Li Tong checked the credits and told Li Qiyu, "Lu Qingqi."
"How can I meet him?"
Li Qiyu was almost desperate to meet this Lu Qingqi.
Seeing someone with the same experience as her, she finally found a sense of identity in this world.
"What, Auntie, are you having a change of heart?"
"Nonsense!" Li Qiyu said seriously. "I need to meet him for something important."
Li Tong jerked his chin towards the lit study upstairs and said, "Then go to Uncle."
Wasn't Song Jiaye the CEO of a film and television company? It would be easy for him to meet a little star.
"Go to him?" Li Qiyu turned her head away and snorted. "I won't go to him! I'd rather die than go to him!"
It was late at night.
Li Tong fell asleep, and Sister Liu carried him to the guest room to rest.
Because they often quarreled, Li Qiyu and Song Jiaye had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time. Li Qiyu's bedroom was on the first floor, while Song Jiaye's was on the second floor.
Sister Liu saw Li Qiyu lingering at the stairs and thought she had finally decided to go upstairs to find Song Jiaye.
Sister Liu gave her a push. "Madam, go. Actually, Mr. Song is easy to talk to. If you act cute, he'll soften up."
"Really?"
Sister Liu nodded affirmatively.
She had served in this family for a long time. Every time Mr. Song and Madam quarreled, although Madam was in a bad mood, Mr. Song wasn't much better.
Even when Mr. Song was so angry that he left home, he would always call Sister Liu in the middle of the night to remind her: Madam has a weak stomach, so make sure to prepare stomach medicine for her. She sometimes gets hungry at night and will get up to look for something to eat. Remember to cook porridge for her.
However, the former Li Xiyu would never listen to such words. Her temper had been spoiled. When she was angry, no one could even mention Song Jiaye in front of her.
Moreover, the time when she wasn't angry was rare.
Now seeing Li Xiyu back, although she seemed a bit dull and innocent, her temper had improved a lot. Sister Liu was very relieved.
It seemed that after a major change, she had become more mature.
Encouraged by Sister Liu, Li Qiyu finally took a step forward. Just as she stepped up one stair, Sister Liu called her back.
Sister Liu ran into the room and came out soon after, holding an extra box in her hand.
She handed the carefully - wrapped box to Li Qiyu.
"Madam, you're still in the recovery period, so it's not suitable for you to have a baby. Take this, just in case."
After all, as a nanny in Xiyu Manor, Sister Liu had to take care of every aspect.
Li Qiyu took the box, glanced at it under the corridor light, and read out the name on the box: "Okamoto?"
Then there were some strange characters she didn't recognize.
Sister Liu was from a rural background and wasn't open - minded enough to talk about this with Madam openly. She pushed her up the stairs.
"Go, go. Have a good talk with Mr. Song."
Li Qiyu nodded and climbed the stairs.
At this time, Song Jiaye, who had no intention of working, had already heard the footsteps at the stairs. As the footsteps got louder, he quickly sat back at his desk, put his hands on the keyboard of his laptop, but couldn't help looking out of the door with his ears pricked up.
For a long time, Li Qiyu didn't come in.
What was she doing?
Li Qiyu was lingering outside the door.
She was hesitating whether to go in and ask Song Jiaye for help.
Her feelings for Song Jiaye were complicated. Even though she had now realized that Song Jiaye was different from the former emperor, she still felt awkward and uncomfortable when facing him.
Moreover, now she was supposed to ask this man whom she had sworn never to talk to for help.
It was a bit like going back on her word and ruining her own promise.
Forget it. The most urgent thing was to meet that Lu Qingqi and find out what was going on.
Gritting her teeth, Li Qiyu decided to go in.
Song Jiaye, who was about to get up to see what Li Qiyu was doing, quickly sat back in his seat when he saw her figure appear.
When Li Qiyu saw Song Jiaye, she instinctively walked straight towards him.
Afraid that Li Qiyu might trip, Sister Liu had kindly left the corridor lights on when she went upstairs. So the study was as bright as the outside. The very clean glass door was hardly noticeable.
Then there was a loud thud as her head hit the glass door.
Song Jiaye instinctively wanted to get up and see how badly she had hit her head, but at this moment Li Qiyu had already lifted her head, so he thought better of it and held back.
Li Qiyu only felt her head buzzing and stars dancing in front of her eyes.
Why was there an invisible wall in front of her?
Li Qiyu reached out and felt it.
She touched the glass door.
This wall was cold.
Li Qiyu groped around like a blind person, trying to find the entrance to this "wall".
Song Jiaye looked at her in complete confusion.
What on earth was she doing?