"I’m not cursing you, I calculate and see that your three major life events all need me to worry about. You’re blessed over several lifetimes to meet someone like me."
Feng Yize’s exaggeration made Chu Junming chuckle.
"You’ve convinced Momo to return to L City, and she’s not mad anymore?"
Chu Junming interrupted Feng Yize, unwilling to hear him brag further.
Thus, Feng Yize embellished the story as he recounted it to him, praising himself to the skies.
"It’s good to tell Momo, Big Brother is now entangled with Ji Anyun. If Momo continues to ignore him, it’s going to be too much trouble."
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Imperial Capital Hospital.
After an hour, the door to the VIP lounge on the top floor finally opened.
The rushing air collided with the person walking out, scattering to the sides, cautiously navigating forward.
Inside the lounge, Ye Zhan slowly exhaled, his handsome and chiseled features cold as frost, a firm determination between his brows.
He knew that his relentless refusal earlier appeared to the president as "disregarding the overall situation" and "ungrateful."
One could say he was impervious to persuasion.
How could it not provoke anger?
At Ye Zhan’s feet lay the president’s shattered cup, glass shards scattered everywhere.
It hadn’t hit him but had smashed onto the floor at his feet, the scant water splattering onto his shoe surfaces and pant legs, creating patterns deep and shallow.
The footsteps receding in the hallway allowed Ye Zhan to finally relax, his thin lips in a cold, tight line, turning to stride out of the lounge.
Taking out his phone, he saw a missed call from Feng Yize.
The time was ten minutes ago.
Just as he was about to call back Feng Yize, a WeChat message popped up.
Ye Zhan’s gaze shifted, his long fingers tapping to open the message and enter the WeChat interface.
It was a message from Momo.
"I’ve returned to G City; focus on your own matters and don’t worry about me."
A subconscious warm smile curved at Ye Zhan’s lips, the warmth spreading deep into his heart, dispelling all troubles.
Momo’s aggrieved plaints from this morning echoed in his ears, disregarding the fact that he was in a hospital and had to visit Ji Anyun downstairs.
His fingers quickly manipulated the phone screen, crafting a message.
Just as he was about to hit send, he suddenly changed his mind.
He clicked on the video call.
He really wanted to hear her voice.
The message didn’t reveal Momo’s mood, nor could he ascertain the intention behind her words.
Under the president’s pressure and anger, deep down, he wanted Momo’s support.
The quiet hallway was only occupied by himself.
The beeping rang a few times before suddenly stopping.
On the phone screen, what appeared first wasn’t Momo’s face but the airport background.
"Momo."
Ye Zhan called out softly.
His voice held uncontrollable emotions, and the warmth at his lips spread, warming up anyone’s heart.
Momo’s delicate features replaced the previous background, plex emotions flickering in her water-like eyes as she stared intently at him.
"You’re at the airport; how long until your flight?"
The arc of Ye Zhan’s lips deepened.
Smiles spread from his eyes, lighting up his already handsome features, making them exceptionally warm and pleasant.
"Is Ji Anyun okay?"
Momo asked instead of answering.
Originally, she was quite resistant to Ji Anyun.
But she felt plex emotions toward Ji Anyun after listening to Feng Yize’s explanation.
"I haven’t seen her yet, but her life isn’t in danger."
Ye Zhan looked steadily at Momo in the video, seemingly afraid she’d feel displeased because of Ji Anyun.
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