Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (108)
That night, Song Yan was holding a laptop in his room and flipping through documents. He read dozens of pages of documents for more than two hours, but only the first few pages.
The picture of Xia Lin and the American going out together kept flashing in his mind. It disturbed him that he couldn’t concentrate on work.
Not long after, the assistant knocked on the door and reported to Song Yan: “Boss, I followed the young man named Liang Jinhui and watched him go to the bar to drink alcohol alone. I went over to have a few words with him.”
“What did he say?”
He happened to be in the cafeteria this afternoon and he was sitting with Xia Er Shao for dinner. He said that the American’s name was Gavin, a double master student of F University. When they were doing academic exchanges during the day, Gavin had been staring at Xia Ershao, and afterward, he rushed to the hotel to confess to Xia Ershao. ”
Song Yan paused while holding the mouse’s hand. His voice was muted: “Xia Lin… accepted?”
“It’s hard to say,” the assistant said. “Listening to what Liang Jinhui said, it seems that Xia Ershao didn’t agree at first but he didn’t refuse it completely. He seemed to admire Gavin during the conversation. After all, both of them are double masters. They were quite strong and they shared common topics in their conversation. After the two chatted, Gavin asked Xia Ershao to go out. Before Xia Ershao left, he asked Liang Jinhui not to wait for him. It seems that he means to spend the night outside…”
When the assistant said this, he suddenly stopped. He realized that his boss seemed to be infatuated with Xia Lin. The remarks just now were too blunt and he was afraid that he would make the boss sad.
Song Yan hung his head, his face hidden in the shadows. His hand is trembling slightly and his knuckles gradually turned white, as if he was about to crush the mouse.
Over the years, he told himself over and over again to let Xia Lin free and let Xia Lin find his home. But when the moment really arrived, he realized that he had overestimated his ability to bear.
“Okay, you can go out.”
After a while, Song Yan spat out these words in a suppressed voice.
The assistant glanced at him uneasy: “Boss, are you okay?”
Song Yan shook his head slowly.
The assistant said again: “I’m staying in the next room. If you feel uncomfortable, please remember to call me.”
Song Yan didn’t speak anymore so the assistant eased his feet and stepped out.
Not long after he returned to his room, he heard a few muffled sounds from the next room.
Every room in this hotel is covered with thick carpets. If it weren’t for making the noise too much, the people staying next door would not hear a sound.
The assistant realized something and suddenly rushed to Song Yan’s room, knocked on the door, and said, “Boss, what happened?”
There was no sound from the room for a long time.
The assistant knocked on the door for a while, only to remember that Song Yan had inconvenient legs so he went back to his room and took the spare room card he had prepared beforehand.
He finally opened the door and rushed in. The room was in a mess. Almost everything that could be thrown was thrown to the ground and even the laptop was roughly folded in half.
Song Yan leaned forward and sat in the wheelchair, with one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.
His palm was cut open by an unknown sharp object and he was bleeding continuously; his sweaty hair fell down and covered most of his face. His tight back was still undulating slightly and his heavy gasps sound overwhelming.
The assistant was terrified and quickly took out the medicine box he was carrying with him and bandaged Song Yan’s wound.
Song Yan slowly raised his head and leaned back on his chair. His pupils were out of focus for a moment and then he slowly recovered. He raised his other hand to cover his eyes and let out a low laugh.
“What’s the point of living like this…” He muttered to himself hollowly, “If it wasn’t for the promise…”
The assistant didn’t quite understand what he meant by “promise” and he didn’t dare to ask. At this time, Song Yan’s mobile phone on the pillow rang suddenly.
The assistant took it, looked at the caller ID, and cautiously asked for instructions: “Boss, it’s Song Huaixin.”
Song Yan was so angry that he grabbed the phone and threw it away.
The phone bounced on the carpet a few times but it still rang reluctantly. The assistant didn’t dare to pick it up. He could only look at Song Yan eagerly.
After the phone rang for a while, it finally stopped. But after a few seconds, it rang again.
Song Yan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. If it weren’t for Song Huaixin treating Xia Lin in the future, he really didn’t want to hear the other party’s voice for a moment.
After a while, he finally let out a sigh of relief like a compromise: “Help me get my phone back.”
The assistant knew that his sullenness had passed. He sighed with relief, hurriedly picked up the phone, and handed it to Song Yan with both hands.
He knew that Song Yan and this mysterious figure named Song Huaixin had to dismiss others every time they talked so he consciously said: “Boss, I’m going out first. Please call me when you finish talking. I will ask the waiter to come in and clean the room.”
