Song Jiaye couldn't figure out what he had done to offend Li Xiyu. Why did she seem to dislike him so much?
Just then, Sister Liu came out with the cooked noodles and happened to hear this. She gave Song Jiaye a look, as if to say, "You still claim it has nothing to do with you."
Not wanting to make a fool of himself, Song Jiaye silently finished his breakfast and went out. On his way to work by car, he passed by a pharmacy. He asked Xiao Wu to stop the car and walked in himself. He came back soon with a plastic bag in his hand.
Xiao Wu asked with concern, "Boss, are you okay? Are you sick?"
Song Jiaye handed the bag in his hand to Xiao Wu.
"Later, you send this medicine to Xiyu Villa."
Xiao Wu took the plastic bag and opened it. It turned out to be eye drops.
Xiao Wu gave a simple smile and said, "Boss, this is for Madam, right?"
Song Jiaye glared at him and said, "It's not for her. Just drive your car. You're being too nosy."
"Okay, boss."
Xiao Wu dropped Song Jiaye off downstairs at the company. Just as Song Jiaye was about to get out of the car, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Where did you put that poetry collection you mentioned last time?"
"You said it took up space in the car, so I took it home. If you're in a hurry, I'll go back and get it for you right away."
Song Jiaye just happened to remember that poetry collection.
He noticed that since Li Xiyu got the poetry collection, she had kept it in her room like a precious treasure and never showed it to anyone. Li Xiyu's mood had been up and down these days, starting from the appearance of the poetry collection. Song Jiaye originally wanted to see what was written in the collection, so he remembered that Old Master Song had given two copies.
Now hearing from Xiao Wu that the book wasn't with him, Song Jiaye lost interest. Recently, Li's Film Industry was preparing to go public, and there were all kinds of reports waiting for him to handle. He really didn't have time to read any poetry collection.
"Forget it. We'll talk about it next time. First, send the medicine back to Li Xiyu."
"Okay." As Xiao Wu got out of the car to open the door for Song Jiaye, he joked with a smile, "Boss, you just said it wasn't for Madam."
Song Jiaye's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly adjusted.
"You talk too much."
It was purely using his authority to suppress the awkwardness.
Xiao Wu smiled and didn't argue with Song Jiaye. He got in the car and drove back to Xiyu Villa to deliver the medicine.
At this time, inside Xiyu Villa, Li Xiyu was on the phone with Ming Yuexuan.
Ming Yuexuan was already at work and had stolen half an hour of free time by hiding in the toilet. She listened to Li Xiyu on the other end of the phone talking about the content in that poetry collection, stunned.
"Are you sure it was really written by your ancient friend?"
Ming Yuexuan didn't believe in such things either. When she heard Li Xiyu say there was an ancient poetry collection that seemed to be written by her ancient friend, her first instinct was that Li Xiyu's illness had worsened. When Li Xiyu had looked for it for several days and couldn't find it, Ming Yuexuan had even wanted to persuade Li Xiyu to give up.
But unexpectedly, it wasn't that it couldn't be found; it was just that the library didn't have it.
Now, she didn't dare to casually refute Li Xiyu's words. Hearing what Li Xiyu said, she asked with a half - believing and half - doubting attitude, "Wasn't it said that the author's name of that poetry collection was unidentifiable?"
"So that's why I'm calling you. I heard from Song Jiaye that this poetry collection seemed to have been unearthed from a tomb. Can the identity of the tomb owner be found out?"
"Wait a minute." Fortunately, Ming Yuexuan was wearing headphones, which made it convenient for her to look up information for Li Xiyu while on the phone.
While waiting for the network to buffer, Ming Yuexuan casually asked, "Song Jiaye can even get the poetry collection for you. Getting this information should be a piece of cake for him. Why don't you ask him?"
As soon as Li Xiyu heard Ming Yuexuan mention Song Jiaye, she was in a bad mood. She pouted and said, "Don't mention him."
"What's wrong? Did you two quarrel again?"
"No, we didn't quarrel. I just hate him." Li Xiyu knew that she was a bit taking out her anger on others, but she couldn't help it. Who made the ancient Song Jiaye make her so angry just thinking about it.
"Okay, okay." Ming Yuexuan just thought Li Xiyu was throwing a tantrum. As a girl herself, she understood.
At this time, the network was working well again. Ming Yuexuan roughly read through the official investigation results and asked in confusion.
"Xiyu, are you sure this poetry collection belongs to your former friend?"
"Yes."
"What's the background of your friend?"
"The son of a prime minister."
"I think you must be mistaken." Ming Yuexuan said as she sent the screenshot of the official announcement to Li Xiyu.
While sending it, she said, "Take a look for yourself. It says here that the tomb owner was a eunuch."
"A eunuch?" Li Xiyu was stunned for a while before she remembered that in the TV show "My Fair Princess" she had watched before, there were eunuchs, who were probably similar to the palace servants in the Mu Dynasty.
Wasn't that a castrated man?
This news made Li Xiyu's eyes widen in surprise.
"It's impossible. How could this be?"
"I'm not the one who said it." Ming Yuexuan shrugged helplessly. Knowing that Li Xiyu didn't know how to search for information, she copied and pasted the whole report to Li Xiyu. "Read it for yourself."
The report said that the tomb owner might not be an ancient noble. There weren't many funerary objects in the tomb. From the unearthed items, it seemed that the owner was a eunuch. Of course, the identity and the dynasty of the tomb owner still needed further verification.
Li Xiyu stood there, stunned.
This...
Zhou Donglin couldn't be a eunuch. He was the son of a prime minister. Who would dare to make him a eunuch? And he had no reason to become one.
So, did it mean that this poetry collection didn't belong to Zhou Donglin? But why were there so many coincidences?
Li Xiyu's heart had experienced great ups and downs. At this moment, she didn't know whether she should cry or laugh.
These days, her mood had fluctuated with the verses in the poetry collection, and she had cried under the covers all night last night. Now it all seemed like a joke.
A poem written by a palace servant had made her mistake it for one written by Zhou Donglin.
If Zhou Donglin knew about this, he would definitely be angry.
Li Xiyu walked into the room absent - mindedly. She opened the poetry collection on the bedside table and looked at every word and sentence in it.
Actually, now that she looked at it, some parts were similar, while some were really not.
How could Zhou Donglin be so stupid as to hire someone to act and beat himself up?
How could Zhou Donglin be so naive as to catch a cat and not tell her?
Most importantly, she had never known that Zhou Donglin liked her.
She always remembered that after she had beaten Zhou Donglin to tears, he had cried and gone home to find his mother, saying that he didn't want her anymore.
Moreover, the Li family would mention this from time to time and say, "Look, Xiyu, you're too fierce. You scared away your childhood fiancé."
Yes, how could Zhou Donglin like her?
Was there really someone willing to be beaten up for a lifetime?