Chapter 435 Time Difference

Calculating the time difference.

Su Yehao guessed that Zhao Yimeng must be drunk.

Slightly worried, he asked Linda Yun, who knew people around her, to call Miss Zhao’s assistant.

He learned from the other party that they attended a charity party last night, and then went to a bar with friends. Zhao Yimeng, who had drunk a lot of wine, had indeed just returned to the hotel and was already resting.

This made Su Yehao a little conflicted.

He wondered why she wasn't at the Four Seasons Hotel in Hong Kong, or even a hotel in Casino, since it only took a dozen minutes to get there by helicopter.

Yet she was in London.

If he really took a private jet there immediately, by the time he landed, the day would probably be over.

When that time came, it would be hard to say whether Miss Zhao, who had sobered up, would admit to anything. The scene was embarrassing just thinking about it.

If he went, he would most likely be stood up.

But if he didn't go, for the sake of the off chance, he might miss a good opportunity.

Rarely seeing Su Yehao with such a dilemma on his face, Linda Yun gossiped and asked:

"Since Miss Zhao is in London, it must be two or three in the morning there, Ah Hao, why would you ask me to call her assistant at this time? Smartphones are really useful. In the past, you needed to communicate with people face to face, but now you can solve many things directly through the mobile network, such as keeping in touch with someone, learning from others and starting an online relationship."

Hearing these words, Su Yehao knew that she was overthinking things, and pretended to be nonchalant as he calmly replied:

"Don't be such a busybody. It's just a business matter. The message was only halfway sent before she disappeared. As a friend, of course, I have to show some concern."

"Yeah, if you explain a few more sentences, I'll believe you."

Linda Yun put on an expression as if she could see right through him, lowering her voice and saying:

"Last time when we were vacationing in Mogan Mountain, I noticed that there was something going on between you two. It was like there were sparks in the air. Did it start from then? I guessed right, didn't I? She ran over to find you every few days, for no reason. Even a fool could guess that there was something going on, especially since she's already familiar with you, a local girl. Your favorite."

"...What do you mean, my favorite? I can't be bothered with you."

Su Yehao knew Linda Yun's personality well. The more he explained in front of her, the easier it would be to give himself away.

Moreover, he had a good feeling about Zhao Yimeng. If he denied it now, and then something unexpected happened later, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face? It was safer to hold something back.

Since Miss Zhao didn't answer the phone, Su Yehao gave up the idea of rushing to London.

In the end, he only sent a message, telling Zhao Yimeng to contact him after she woke up.

……

Yesterday, after attending the wedding of a university classmate, she went to a charity auction in the evening.

She drank and chatted with friends in the bar until midnight, and slept for nine hours, feeling extremely comfortable.

Although Zhao Yimeng didn't have much affection for London, the social activities in the upper-class circle were very rich. As long as one's status was high enough, and one knew more friends, one could receive invitations every now and then.

Zhao Yimeng, who had a net worth of more than one billion pounds, became known as the daughter of an Asian real estate tycoon. She was obviously in her element here and was easily accepted by the local social circles.

There was even a rich Middle Eastern woman helping to set her up, wanting her to meet her nephew who was managing an oil company in Abu Dhabi. It was said that his family wealth exceeded four billion dollars.

Family wealth of four billion dollars, without mentioning how many children were waiting to inherit it. Family money and personal wealth were obviously not the same thing.

Moreover, Zhao Yimeng knew very well that the United Arab Emirates was a country with polygamy. If she wanted to share a man with other women, she already had a better option by her side. Why bother going far away to choose a stranger who was far inferior to someone?

Therefore, Zhao Yimeng had no interest in blind dates.

It was noon in London when she woke up and finished washing up. She vaguely remembered doing something important last night.

With some wishful thinking, she picked up her phone and looked at it. The screen showed two missed calls from Su Yehao, which made Zhao Yimeng's eyes go dark.

Biting her lower lip, she opened the message and looked at it. After seeing the message she sent to Su Yehao, she quickly threw the phone on the lounge chair not far away, as if it were burning hot.

Feeling ashamed, she covered her face with a pillow and struggled on the bed.

After a long while.

Zhao Yimeng's face was red, and she had a kind of absent-mindedness, feeling that her life had no light and her image was completely ruined.

A decent and elegant young lady would actually send that kind of message to a man in the middle of the night. She wasn't such a bold person.

After cleaning up like a walking corpse, Zhao Yimeng didn't dare to call Su Yehao back for a long time. She was hungry, so she went downstairs to the restaurant to eat first.

Clutching at a sliver of hope.

Zhao Yimeng, who didn't know much about relationships, revised the message she sent to Su Yehao last night, changing the hotel name to the Hilton Hotel, and then showed it to her assistant, creating a friend out of thin air, saying:

"I have a friend who sent this message to her male friend a while ago. She asked me to help analyze it, whether it will only be regarded as a normal message, such as inviting him to talk about business or something else?"

Zhao Yimeng's assistant was a close relative from her mother's side. Because she couldn't find a very good job, she was arranged to be by her side.

After all, she was a personal assistant, so it was difficult to feel at ease if a stranger took the role.

The girl with a slightly round face and glasses finished reading, without thinking too deeply, and asked, "It's a bit ambiguous. It depends on the circumstances under which she sent this message to her male friend, during the day or at night?"

"At night... maybe, after twelve o'clock." Zhao Yimeng felt a little guilty.

Her assistant immediately realized and shook her head, saying:

"That's terrible. I can see emptiness, loneliness, and a hint of small desire from the message. Sending this kind of message to a man in the middle of the night, and the location is in a hotel, the meaning conveyed is already very obvious, okay?"

Zhao Yimeng, with a face full of black lines, finally gave up on wishful thinking this time, understanding that her image in Su Yehao's heart could be considered completely ruined.

After finishing lunch.

A socialite friend from her university days in London asked Zhao Yimeng to get IPL skin rejuvenation together. Laser skin care technology was rapidly becoming popular, which was more popular among girls than ordinary social gatherings.

If they were to go for coffee or shopping together, they might not be interested, but if they were to go for skin care and manicures together, few girls could resist the attraction.

On the way out.

Thinking that it was better to face the music than to delay, Zhao Yimeng replied to the message, writing "Sent it to the wrong person, I originally wanted to invite a friend to go shopping today, sorry."

On the other end of the phone.

Su Yehao was in the study of his house in Big Wave Bay, Hong Kong, checking the recent trends of US stocks.

After seeing the message, he pondered, and replied again, "Is a simple 'sorry' enough? I'm already on the plane to London, you've made me restless for so long."

This frightened Zhao Yimeng, and she hurriedly replied, "Really?"