Jiang Feifei's expression stiffened, and she looked up at the old lady's kind face.
The farce ended with the old lady's arrival. Neither of them felt any better, and both stood there in a sorry state.
The old lady called Zhao Yanxia back, while Jiang Feifei was sent away and forbidden to enter.
Watching their retreating figures, Jiang Feifei was filled with unwillingness.
Not letting her in?
She would have no say in what happened next!
Taking out her phone, she made a call and got into the car waiting by the roadside.
Di Dongsheng's phone was still unreachable. Jiang Feifei bit her lip hard, hung up, and composed a text message.
She refused to believe that Di Dongsheng could remain indifferent after seeing this.
...
The dark room was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol. A shadowy figure was curled up in the corner of the sofa. The light cast long shadows that stretched onto the wall.
The phone on the table lit up from time to time, casting a faint glow in the darkness.
Picking up the wine bottle, Di Dongsheng gulped down a mouthful. He looked at the noisy phone and grabbed an empty bottle, smashing it towards the phone.
The bottle veered off course in the air, brushing the edge of the phone and falling to the ground.
"Damn it, even you won't cooperate?" Di Dongsheng unsteadily picked up the empty bottle from the floor and swung it again.
The result was the same both times.
The anger from the day extended into the night. He staggered towards the phone and looked at the topmost unread message.
As he opened the message, his brow furrowed. Then, he pressed a number and made a call.
At this moment, Jiang Feifei was plotting with Xu Jingya on the Jiang family's sofa, completely unaware of the ringing phone under the cushion.
The call did not go through, and Di Dongsheng's fingers loosened, dropping the phone back onto the sofa. He ran his hands through his hair and walked into the bathroom barefoot.
Following the news online, coupled with Di Mingjue's suppression, the shareholders who had sided with him were now avoiding him. They were even reluctant to stand there and listen to him speak.
Di Dongsheng stood under the faucet, letting the cold water pour directly down. The rushing water washed away some of his drunken haze.
When he came out, he received an invitation from Jiang Feifei.
[See you at the usual spot tomorrow morning at ten!]
Di Dongsheng was a thousand times unwilling, but at this moment, the only way to turn the situation around was through the Wu Corporation project that Jiang Feifei had mentioned.
He put down his phone and lay flat on the bed, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling.
...
The next day.
Everyone else woke up to their normal lives, but Zhao Yanxia was like a walking dead person at home. Her body was limp, and she leaned in the corner of the sofa.
The maids bustled around cleaning, but she remained like a breathing statue, obstructing their work.
No one dared to ask her to move, nor did anyone dare to approach her with concern. They all pretended not to see her, turning away to take a different path as they neared her.
Jiang Ziyu came down from upstairs and noticed the listless Zhao Yanxia below.
A woman like her, who only suppressed her pain within herself, deserved it if her body collapsed. It would also be a benefit to the women outside.
Although she disliked Zhao Yanxia's character, since Jiang Feifei was trying to snatch her man, the enemy of her enemy was her friend.
Jiang Ziyu walked into the kitchen, got a cup of hot milk, and went to the sofa.
A white object suddenly appeared before her, and Zhao Yanxia's hazy gaze fixed on it.
"Didn't sleep all night?" Jiang Ziyu gently shook the cup. "Drink some, it'll warm you up."
Zhao Yanxia gave her a cold stare and roughly pushed the cup aside. "I don't need it!"
The milk sloshed out, dripping onto Jiang Ziyu's hand from the side of the cup. She wiped it with a tissue and placed it before her again.