And it just kept looping like this...
His temper was so erratic, she really couldn’t adapt.
"Fell asleep?"
Ziyan imdiately closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, without responding to him.
He muttered sothing, then hugged her from behind and tugged the quilt for her.
Ziyan was stunned, wondering if he had a split personality.
Gentleness and fury switched roles within him.
The next morning, the doctor ca for a checkup, and after confirming everything was fine, she could be discharged.
Before leaving, many instructions were given: smoke less, drink less, eat als on ti, and so forth.
Tang Shaosheng had heard it all before, every visit to the Hospital was the sa, but without soone to oversee his lifestyle, he hardly paid attention.
"Are you going to school? I can take you there."
"Not going, you go by yourself." She also didn’t want others to see her getting off a luxury car, thinking she was kept by so rich second generation.
She knew all too well how wild the rumors at school could be.
Seeing her ungratefulness, Tang Shaosheng imdiately got upset: "Not going to school, where else would you go? To those indecent places to work? Song Ziyan, have you beco so wanton that you can’t learn to restrain yourself?!"
Ziyan turned her head and walked away: "Say whatever you want."
Arguing with him was like a scholar eting a soldier.
She was used to his harsh words anyway, just listened nonchalantly and didn’t take it to heart.
Tang Shaosheng drove his car past her, almost brushing against her.
He then stopped the car and said threateningly to Ziyan: "You can try again, test my limits, and see what surprises are waiting for you!"
Seeing his fierce look, Ziyan didn’t show much emotion.
He wasn’t the first one to interfere with her music career, so she was numb to these opposing words.
She really wasn’t in the mood to go to school, she simply got on a bus and went to a farther place.
Tang Shaosheng probably wouldn’t co to such a distant place to look for her.
Besides, he wouldn’t co ho at night anyway, and he wouldn’t know she was working outside.
She checked a few places; so were pure night spots, which she wasn’t adept at so she didn’t go.
Finally, she found a place similar to the last bar, which knew she was a student and said she could sing during the dayti gigs, albeit for a lower salary.
Ziyan wasn’t picky, said she’d co back when she had ti.
This place was about an hour’s bus ride from the school. He probably couldn’t find it, right?
Ziyan, fearful she might be discovered, first took up a few day shifts and everything was peaceful.
And since her first day at work, there had always been a person sending flowers, but she never saw who it was.
Life continued with a routine; he occasionally ca back for dinner, occasionally slept holding her, occasionally stayed out all night, but he didn’t bring other won ho anymore.
After about half a month, since his return in the evenings was irregular, Ziyan didn’t dare to take night shifts.
After morning classes, Ziyan went to work.
The flower-giver ca again, and Ziyan asked, "Who sent these?"
The person just said mysteriously, "A gentleman sent these, he said he really likes your singing."
Ziyan looked around the lobby; there weren’t many people during the day, mostly groups chatting over drinks, no one odd in sight.
Today, school had late classes, and Ziyan finished work at five.
She ate a bowl of noodles at a small restaurant and then stood at the bus stop.
Among the five or six people standing there, a man in a suit stood out.
He was quite handso and his suit was neatly ironed, with hair neatly combed back, clearly a mature and successful person.
Why would he take a bus?
Ziyan didn’t think much, boarded the bus after it arrived, and the man followed, standing behind her.
Worried he might be a pervert, Ziyan stealthily moved a couple of steps forward; fortunately, the man did not follow closely.
Ziyan finally sighed in relief, thinking she might be overthinking it, not that she had such great allure.
Though she distanced herself, she could still sll a light pleasant fragrance coming from the man.
As the bus made its way to school, when Ziyan got off, she glanced sideways; the man alighted as well.
Ziyan hastened into the school, walking a good distance before daring to look back, seeing the man standing by the school gates facing her direction, but unsure if he was looking at her as he held a phone to his ear.
Ziyan smiled, feeling overly nervous; he might just be at the school to et soone.
However, she was called away by the counselor before the evening class even started.
The counselor was all smiles, as if sothing good was happening.
Confused, Ziyan pushed open the office door, finding not only the principal there but also... the man she had t on the bus...
Ziyan was puzzled, sitting down on a chair as arranged by the counselor.
The principal was also very happy, introducing: "Mr. Li, is this the girl you were looking for?"
The man smiled, nodding at Ziyan: "Yes, what’s your na?"
"Song Ziyan," the principal answered for her, then introduced to Ziyan: "This is Li Jingyang, he’s technically a senior from your school, now the owner of an entertainnt company."
Ziyan was shocked, barely able to believe that this was Li Jingyang, a na almost everyone in school knew.
Li Jingyang smiled politely: "Ziyan, may I call you that?"
Ziyan nodded tardily.
"I’ve been listening to your singing for almost half a month now, I’m quite familiar with your style."
Ziyan listened quietly as he continued: "I think such a voice is too good to be just stuck in a bar."
The principal then chid in: "Yes, Ziyan is one of the more talented students in our school, several companies were vying to sign her recently! It’s just that..."
Ziyan smiled shyly and said: "My husband doesn’t really support my singing."
Li Jingyang raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised at her being married, then still politely asked: "So what do you think about this? We only look at what the person involved thinks, as long as you’re willing to persist, we won’t give up on you."
Ziyan awkwardly revealed the truth: "It’s just... many companies are afraid to sign ."
Li Jingyang smiled: "Don’t worry about that, as long as you are willing to co, I’ll handle the rest."
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