Chapter Fourteen

Song Bai's hand was violently flung open as if stung by a scorpion, and his cell phone was thrown far under the bed. He felt his blood rushing coldly through his body, as if he was standing in the bitter cold of winter.

Song Bai turned around and gently wrapped her arms around Lu Fucheng's waist, gradually tightening them, as if wanting to merge herself entirely into him.

Liu Fucheng comfortingly pinched Song Bai's cheek, indicating that he shouldn't worry and that he will definitely reject this task.

To the surprise of Lu Fucheng, the general manager who had always relied on his relationships and favored his relatives in the company was now trying to ingratiate himself by forcefully presenting a cake to him. Lu Fucheng had already clearly refused, but the manager still insisted and tried to persuade him to think it over for one night.

Liu Fucheng hung up the phone wearily, turned his head and kissed Song Bai, saying: 'Don't worry, I won't go. I want to accompany my little one to go out and play.'

With such a simple sentence spoken so tenderly by this man, it made Song Bai feel unable to hold back. After all, he was still young and had always been pampered and favored by everyone. Where had he ever experienced the kind of humiliation and grievance he felt under Ji Suiyun's control? Song Bai's shoulders shook as he hunched his body and his teeth chattered, biting his lips until they bled.

Finally, he seemed to make up his mind and said, I want to tell you something... on your birthday...

At this moment, the mobile phone rang again, one near the pillow and the other under the bed. Song Bai raised his head, his face turned pale as snow.

Lu Fucheng received a call from Officer Hong, inviting him to attend a meeting tomorrow morning to close a case. Feng Zhengqi also requested to meet him.

Song Bai's heart trembled, who was this phone call warning?

He picked up the phone and stiffly walked into the bathroom on two legs. Song Bai turned on the showerhead, and the sound of the water drowned out some of the noise from the other end of the phone.

I'll keep track of this, not replying to my messages, this is the first time, said Ji Suiyun in a flat and cold tone, completely different from the previously feigned warmth and gentleness.

Song Bai hoarse voice whispered, 'What else do you want to do? I haven't told anyone... What else do you have in mind?'

Ji Suixun was feeling very unhappy. He thought that after the last encounter with Song Bai, he had at least fulfilled a wish and satisfied his hunger a little. But he didn't expect to develop a sense of extravagance and frugality. He had a cultural film and television company under his command, and Song Bai's face wasn't particularly outstanding when placed among them. However, it aroused Ji Suixun's biggest interest and impulse in thirty years as a third party. Previously, he let Song Bai go for a week because Ji Suixun was occupied with other matters. But now that he had free time, the cat and mouse game continued.

I am simply letting you know, it's all up to you. Do you want your renowned designer career to succeed, or do you want it to crash and burn? Ji Suiyun spoke through the hands-free device as he slowly scraped away at the powder on Bai Qinan's face with a sharp little knife. The fragrance that should have usually calmed one's mind and focused one's thoughts didn't seem to be working as well today.

Ji SuYun didn't say much. The amount of content in his sentence was enough for Song Bai to digest for a long time. Ji SuYun pushed the incense aside and called Liu Sizhe, who he hadn't contacted in a long time.

When Lu Facheng pushed open the bathroom door, Song Bai was already soaked through. He sat on the floor, with the shower still running, and his cell phone on the ground had been soaked to the point where the screen turned black.

'A Bai...'

Song Bai slowly lifted his head, and the water trickled down his face. Lu Fucheng quickly turned off the showerhead. This scene made him anxious because Lu Fucheng couldn't tell if the liquid on Song Bai's face was water or tears.

Darling, what's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me? Lu Fucheng pulled the huge coral velvet towel over Song Bai's head and then leaned over to pick her up and lead her out. Sometimes, darkness symbolizes a sense of security.

Song Bai sat on the bed until Lu Fucheng sat next to him before he spoke.

Then take it alive.

Lu Fucheng was taken aback: 'Airplane ticket...'

If you can retreat, then retreat. If you can't retreat, then just let it go.

Even with his temperament, Lu Fucheng couldn't help but feel a hint of annoyance: Abai, tell me, what is the reason?

Song Bai looked at him for a long time, suddenly smiled. But that smile was a bit bitter, a bit of a fragile vulnerability that was not easily detectable.

I don't want to keep living in a rental property anymore.

Lu Fucheng opened his mouth, and his always gentle and calm eyes were tinged with weakness and pain. ...you... He didn't say anything in the end.

You're not that kind of person.

He raised Song Bai since childhood, taking care of him from a young age and loving him as if he were his own. To others, it may seem like it's been nineteen years, but to Lu Fucheng, the person in front of him is still the same little thing who would laugh and show his tiger teeth at the sight of a piece of candy.

Lu Facheng slowly stood up, seeming to be a bit unsteady as he took a step back.

He remembered Jing'an's expensive apartment, where even the hardwood floors were worth a small-sized apartment. The delicate wooden carvings were too precious for even Song Bai to touch. He remembered the white qi nan that Song Bai had brought back, and the increasing distance and stubbornness that he couldn't understand. Lu Fucheng's heart was writhing in pain. He only blamed himself for showing Song Bai a more refined and glamorous part of life, blaming himself for not being able to give him this kind of life.

When Song Bai saw Lu Fucheng taking that half step back, his heart shattered. He was just a little bit away from uncontrollably crying and apologizing to him, saying that it wasn't what he meant. But how could he? This man was the most precious and cherished treasure in his heart. Song Bai dared to be capricious with Lu Fucheng, but he really didn't dare to let Lu Fucheng get hurt.

I'll take the call and return it to the manager tomorrow, said Lu Facheng as he gently stooped down and held up Song Bai's face, saying, It's okay, whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. What can he do? He loves him so much that he just wishes he could cut open his heart to show him.

In fact, I also want to take it. At least, we can get a million in hand, said Lu Fucheng as he softly caressed Song Bai's eyebrows and eyes. Ah, I just pretended to refuse because I was afraid you would get angry. My Ah Bai is understanding. He knows that life is not easy. Lu Fucheng's emotional regulation was quick and now he was instead amusing Song Bai and making him happy.

That night, neither of them had the mood for anything. Lu Fucheng pulled Song Bai into his embrace and they slept. Song Bai was restless throughout the night, constantly frowning and moving his hands and feet in small and erratic motions.

Actually, Song Bai has always had good sleeping habits. He's a good boy who likes to sleep next to someone, but doesn't cling too much. He sleeps the same way at night as when he wakes up in the morning. Every time Lu Fucheng sees him, his heart softens. The more he loved him back then, the harder it is now. He doesn't understand why Song Bai can't even find peace in his dreams.

The next day, Lu Fucheng called the manager. The manager seemed relieved, as if he was afraid he might change his mind, and sent the contract to him directly through WeChat. The plane tickets were also booked, and the schedule was tight, with the flight departing at 9:30 in the evening.

Harbin is cold, wear more clothes. Song Bai crouched in front of her wardrobe, neatly placing thick clothes, scarves, and gloves into her suitcase. I checked the temperature in Harbin these past few days, it's ten degrees colder than Liaoning...sigh, I've been in Shanghai for too long, just thinking about going home for the Lunar New Year gives me a headache.

Lufucheng was unsure of how to respond to Song Bai's words for the first time.

Song Bai didn't care, he just wanted to speak his mind.

What kind of two-month project could there be in Harbin? Song Bai chuckled and closed his luggage. It better not be making ice sculptures.

Lufucheng hugged Song Bai from behind and felt how light and delicate she was in his arms, this soft and fragile person.

If you can't bear to part with me, just keep me for a while longer. The plane ticket hasn't been refunded yet.

Song Bai shook his head. He gritted his teeth and pretended to be fierce: 'You must succeed and become famous! Do you understand?'

Liu Fucheng smiled and kissed him on the forehead, nodding in agreement.