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An elegant classical music ringtone sounded. Lu Xing, who was just about to go through the ticket check, took out his phone.
His phone ringtone had also been specially thought out.
These clients were all more or less rich ladies. Although they were different in personality, what was uniform was that their tastes were all okay.
Usually, everyone got along quite well. But when his phone rang, and a loud song about roping horses came on...
He didn't know if the man was roped or not, but the client was definitely gone.
(TL: A very famous, high-energy Mongolian-style folk-pop song in China. While popular, it is often associated with "older" or "square dance" tastes.)
It's not that listening to these songs is necessarily bad, but listening to classical music sounds a little more pretentious.
It's like when everyone discusses what hobbies they have.
You say you like to read cliché novels, especially those with long sighs. I say I like to play games and I'm best at Wang Zhaojun.
(TL: A character in the game Honor of Kings (Wangzhe Rongyao). She is a mage who uses ice attacks.)
He would then push up his glasses with a deep expression and say that he usually just likes to read some serious literature, and his favorite is One Hundred Years of Solitude.
But if you ask him how many Aurelianos there are in One Hundred Years of Solitude, he might also be at a loss.
(TL: A famous novel by Gabriel García Márquez. It is notorious for having many characters named Aureliano.)
But whether he's read it or not, at least it sounds quite pretentious.
But this is all getting off-topic. The main issue is the phone ringtone.
It's still that sentence.
No one wants a very low person to provide emotional value.
Lu Xing knew this well, so he would try to dress himself as high-class as possible in his daily details.
He glanced at the caller ID. The contact's name was Wei Qingyu.
"Huh?"
Seeing this name, Lu Xing was also taken aback for a moment.
In his heart, Wei Qingyu was an extremely measured person. She would usually send him a message to communicate.
Why didn't she even send a message today, but directly threw a phone call at him?
Lu Xing frowned at the incoming call. At this time, the senior sister looked at him with a confused expression and asked why he wasn't going in.
"There's something at school. I have to take this phone call."
Wei Qingyu was his school classmate. There was nothing wrong with this sentence.
The senior sister was taken aback for a moment, didn't say anything, but also didn't go through the ticket check, just waited not far from Lu Xing.
Beep—
The call connected.
Lu Xing didn't want to waste time, so he directly asked.
"What's wrong?"
"Lu Xing."
As soon as these two words came out, Lu Xing felt that something was not right. He heard a thick, choked voice, so he asked.
"What's wrong with you?"
The other end of the phone was silent.
Lu Xing waited for a few seconds, looked back at the senior sister who was pretending not to care but was actually listening with her ears pricked up, and replied.
"If you have nothing you want to say, I'm hanging up. Goodbye."
A second before he pressed the red hang-up button, the other end of the phone finally spoke.
Wei Qingyu's voice was a little distorted through the electric current, but her sadness seemed to be able to rush out directly.
"I want to ask you..."
Wei Qingyu had originally thought that she would question him coldly, but after hearing Lu Xing's voice, she couldn't.
"Ask. Quickly. I have something to do here," Lu Xing replied quickly.
In the dark room, Wei Qingyu still maintained the posture of leaning against the back of the door.
She curled her legs in her arms, her exquisite eyes staring at the cold-glowing phone screen.
"Did you sign a contract with my father?"
This one sentence stunned Lu Xing for a moment.
He had never mentioned this to Wei Qingyu because the contract stated that Party B was not allowed to disclose the contract content.
But now Wei Qingyu knows.
There is only one possibility.
It was Old Man Wei who had told her.
Phew—
Lu Xing let out a long sigh of relief. This matter was finally over.
The previous contracts were all signed by the person themselves. Only this contract with Wei Qingyu was signed by her dad.
Actually, from a personal moral point of view, Lu Xing shouldn't have signed it because the person herself didn't know.
But there was no way.
At that time, he was too short of money.
This thing called money, you earn more if you have no conscience.
What he did, there was nothing to not admit. Lu Xing nodded without any hesitation.
"Yes, I signed a contract with your father to take care of you at school, but the contract has already been terminated."
The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, as if they hadn't expected Lu Xing to answer so readily.
After a moment.
Wei Qingyu sniffled, and with a bit of an unclear thought, she asked again.
"After you saved me that time, you suddenly became so cold to me."
"Actually, it wasn't because you were disappointed in me, but because the contract was over and I had no value to you anymore, right?"
Lu Xing also replied immediately without any hesitation.
"Yes."
"Also, I want to correct a problem in your statement."
Wei Qingyu on the other end was silent.
Lu Xing didn't care about her and explained on his own.
"I have never been disappointed in you."
"Because I never liked you to begin with."
The other end was silent for a long time. Lu Xing seemed to hear a faint sobbing sound.
"So..."
Wei Qingyu could no longer pretend to be calm as before. As soon as she opened her mouth, it was with a cry.
"Do you want to join my father in laughing at me now?"
Huh?
"Laugh at what?"
Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment and immediately became vigilant.
"I've never denied what I've done. Don't you dare to put a shit pot on my head for things I haven't done!"
Wait.
Wei Qingyu calmed down and asked with confusion.
"You and my father know each other. You encouraged me to seize power. Isn't it because you're in league with my father and want to see me struggle in vain?"
Lu Xing: ...
"If I said I just wanted to find something for you to do, to keep you busy for a while, so you wouldn't have your mind on me all day. Would you believe me?"
"You knew I still liked you?"
"That day on the bus, were you awake?"
Lu Xing helplessly wanted to call the police.
What does it mean to lose by saying more?
What does it mean that the more you say, the more mistakes you make?
"Anyway."
The concert was about to start. Lu Xing didn't want to waste time here, so he made a summary.
"We had no fate. It was all because your dad spent money."
"Now that the contract is over, I don't have to follow you around and take care of you anymore, right?"
"Besides."
"I encouraged you to seize power, on the one hand, to find something for you to do, and on the other hand, because I'm really annoyed with your dad."
Lu Xing no longer hid his thoughts.
"Do you know? The first time your dad met me, he directly had two people knock me out and take me to the car."
"I almost thought my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were gone!"
"I finally recovered, and then I saw that old bastard with a teapot that could kill an ant with thirst, making tea there."
"Damn it, I hate pretentious people the most!"
Lu Xing spoke bluntly and frantically.
This was first time she had seen this side of him, Wei Qingyu, who had already decided to give up, subconsciously thought, like she finally understood a little more of who Lu Xing really was.
The wind blew, and Lu Xing shivered.
He seemed to have caught a cold.
Lu Xing touched his forehead. It was a little hot. No wonder he felt his head was dizzy.
Before, he hated being sick when serving a client. When he was sick, his brain didn't work well, and it was easy to say something wrong.
But it felt okay. He could hold on. He would take some medicine when he got home.
If it’s a minor cold, I don’t need medicine. If it’s fatal, I’ll just die anyway. Either way, problem solved.
Nice!
"Anyway, stop being so emo here. Be more active. If you're really sad, just go and hoe three acres of land."
"I'm not talking anymore. Hanging up."
Lu Xing didn't say any more, directly hung up the phone, and followed the senior sister into the venue.
The concert was about to begin.
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