Spellbound Hearts - Chapter 92 - Taking a Knife for a Friend

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

At least, that was the case for Liao Bei.

After hanging up with Wu Shu, Liao Bei stared wide-eyed at the ceiling until the sky began to lighten. He blinked like a fish on the verge of drowning, rolled over, grabbed his phone, and dialed Song Zhaoli.

The call connected, and Song Zhaoli’s low, magnetic voice came through. “All done?”

Liao Bei had attended a drinking party before bed last night, had quite a bit to drink, then pulled an all-nighter. Now he had dark circles under his eyes, looked stupid, and his voice was hoarse. “Song…”

Hearing the state he was in, Song Zhaoli raised his brows. “Didn’t sleep last night?”

Liao Bei thought Song Zhaoli was showing concern and nearly burst into tears. “No.”

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoli got off the treadmill, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel slung around his neck as he asked, “Why didn’t you sleep?”

Liao Bei took a deep breath, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand, ready to pour out his misery—when Song Zhaoli immediately followed up, “Is it because you don’t like her?”

Liao Bei choked. “……”

Sometimes, befriending a dog is more reliable than befriending a person.

After all, a dog will always be a dog, but a person won’t necessarily always be a person.

In short, all his feelings boiled down to one sentence: Chose the wrong friend.

After Song Zhaoli finished speaking and saw Liao Bei didn’t respond for a long time, he took the towel from around his neck, tossed it to a waiting servant, and headed upstairs. “Why so quiet?”

Liao Bei’s mouth twitched. “What do you think I should say?”

Song Zhaoli pushed open the master bedroom door. “Go on, tell me why you didn’t sleep.”

Liao Bei said, “You trying to kill me with words now?”

Song Zhaoli’s tone was half-smile, half-serious. “Worse than how you got me last night?”

Mentioning last night, Liao Bei suddenly realized Song Zhaoli was taking revenge. He wanted to retort, but after a sleepless night, he really didn’t have the energy. “Enough with the banter. I just called to let you know I’ve taken care of the thing you asked me to do.”

Song Zhaoli grabbed a robe from the walk-in closet and headed for the bathroom. “Mm, thanks.”

Liao Bei said, “You sound in good spirits.”

Song Zhaoli replied, “Not really. Just pretending to be strong.”

Liao Bei sneered, “I can’t wait to see what happens next with you and Ji Xuan.”

Song Zhaoli strode into the bathroom. “You sure are curious.”

With that, he hung up before Liao Bei could respond.

After the call ended, Song Zhaoli took off his workout clothes and stepped under the shower. As the water cascaded down, he closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

At 8:10 a.m., Ji Xuan clocked in at the company right on time.

After yesterday’s commotion, today’s department meeting was extremely subdued.

No one tried to make things difficult for her, and no one was looking for trouble.

After the morning meeting, Ji Xuan returned to her office.

She needed to get started on the Bi Sheng matter as soon as possible. After a short rest, she dialed the internal line and asked her assistant to check President Bi Sheng’s schedule for the day.

The assistant was the same one from yesterday—full name Wang Peng.

Perhaps after having his spirit dampened yesterday, he didn’t dare to act arrogant today. In less than ten minutes, he had President Bi Sheng’s schedule figured out down to the last detail.

Wang Peng brought a document to Ji Xuan’s office to report in person.

After listening patiently, Ji Xuan looked up and asked, “So he’s in meetings all day?”

Wang Peng nodded, “Yes, the only free time is this evening. President Bi Sheng will be attending Miss Xie’s birthday banquet.”

Ji Xuan pressed her lips together in thought.

Seeing that she didn’t speak, Wang Peng continued, “After tonight, I heard that President Yu has booked a flight to Changsha tomorrow morning for a week-long business trip.”