As soon as she sat down, Zhou Yun’s cellphone suddenly vibrated.
She looked and to her surprise, it was Song Chi, who she hadn’t contacted for several days.
Song Chi asked: Where are you?
Zhou Yun said: Shanghai.
Song Chi said: Are you free now?
Zhou Yun said: No.
Song Chi: ????
Zhou Yun: I’m currently dining with the crew, then later in the afternoon we have to take promotional photos.
Song Chi: When will it end? Dinner together tonight?
Zhou Yun: I have a live stream event tonight.
Song Chi: Then tell after your live stream.
Zhou Yun: What do you want?
Song Chi: To mooch a al at your place.
Zhou Yun: You want to mooch a al at my place late at night?
Song Chi: Didn’t you say last ti that you owed a al and would cook for ?
Zhou Yun: Are you crazy? Mooching a al at my place late at night, who said I would cook for you?
Song Chi: Not keeping your word?
Zhou Yun: I didn’t say today.
Song Chi: Can you be a bit more proactive and enthusiastic?
Zhou Yun: I have work tonight, we’ll arrange it when I’m not busy.
Song Chi: It’s just a live stream, right? You can still do it at ho. I won’t make a peep while you’re at it, how simple is that.
Zhou Yun: Tonight’s live stream is a business collaboration, they’ve set up a whole stage for it, okay? Big brother, are you that desperate for dinner?
Song Chi: If you’re not willing, forget it.
Zhou Yun hesitated.
She felt Song Chi was a bit off today. While he was always persistent and could be as stubborn as a child, he was never like today, insistent on having it his way.
Both were artists, understanding the involuntary nature of each other’s work, so they were usually very considerate.
It was common for WeChat ssages to go unanswered and phone calls missed, disappearing for two or three days at a ti. Without mutual understanding, the relationship could not last.
With prior work commitnts like tonight, one would usually take a hint and find another ti.
What’s going on with Song Chi?
Worried she had missed sothing, Zhou Yun asked Zhou Lan, "Sister Lan, is today a special day?"
Zhou Lan thought for a mont and said, "What’s the date today? It’s not a holiday, what could be special?"
Zheng Xiaojue took out her phone, checked the calendar, and said, "The calendar doesn’t ntion anything special today either, the 29th, just an ordinary day."
"The 29th?" Zhou Yun suddenly paused.
"May 29th?" Zhou Lan exclaid, "Right, tomorrow is your birthday!"
Zhou Yun then realized.
Tomorrow was her birthday.
Zhou Yun’s birthday was on May 30th. She had been unusually busy recently, so busy she’d forgotten the date. If it weren’t for this sudden inquiry today, she probably would have spent it working.
Had Song Chi suddenly contacted her intending to celebrate her birthday?
Even if he wanted to celebrate her birthday, shouldn’t the celebration be tomorrow? Why was he so eager to co over for dinner today?
Zhou Yun couldn’t figure it out, and ssaged Song Chi: What’s going on? If you just want to dine, let’s reschedule for a day when we’re both free, and I’ll cook you a proper al.
Song Chi didn’t reply.
Zhou Yun didn’t have ti to keep pestering him, one engagent after another, and it wasn’t until dinner ti that she finally could catch her breath for a twenty-minute break to eat her boxed al. Rembering her conversation with Song Chi, she didn’t know if he had replied in the afternoon. She got her phone from Zheng Xiaojue, checked her chat with Song Chi, and found that the most recent ssage was still the one she had sent, with no new ssages coming in.
Zhou Yun couldn’t help but wonder, could it be that Song Chi was actually angry?
Song Chi wasn’t that petty, was he?
At this mont, Zhou Lan, who had just finished discussing the follow-up live broadcast content with the business side, ca in and saw that Zhou Yun was still looking at her phone, said, "Hurry up and eat, why are you still on your phone? The live broadcast is about to start, and we need to go through so of the segnts and content with you, no edits or retakes allowed during the live show."
Zhou Yun had no choice but to put down her phone first, eat quickly, and then continue working without pause.
By the ti the live broadcast was over, it was already 9 p.m.
Zhou Yun got into the nanny car, ready to head ho.
"If I had known tomorrow was your birthday, I wouldn’t have scheduled you so tightly," Zhou Lan said with so regret. "That’s my oversight."
"No worries, I don’t have anyone to spend the birthday with anyway," Zhou Yun shook her head and smiled.
Knowing so of Zhou Yun’s situations, Zhou Lan didn’t ask further, just smiled and said, "Then I’ll order a cake tomorrow. Regardless, a birthday cake is a must. After work, we’ll all blow out the candles and eat the cake together."
"Okay," Zhou Yun nodded.
She was dropped off at the apartnt building, said goodbye to Zhou Lan and Zheng Xiaojue, and walked into the elevator lobby bathed in moonlight.
Just as she pressed the elevator button, she suddenly heard a knocking sound from the glass door behind.
All doors in this apartnt relied on fingerprint recognition to enter, so why was there a knocking sound?
Zhou Yun turned around with confusion, and seeing the person standing outside the glass door, she was stunned for a whole second.
Song Chi had sohow popped up from sowhere and was now standing outside the glass door, still wearing his fisherman’s hat, which cast a shadow over his face. As he slowly lifted his head, his features gradually beca clear.
He was smiling, sowhat like a child who had succeeded in a prank, with a triumphant look in his eyes.
Zhou Yun was taken aback and a bit at a loss.
"You, how are you here?"
Zhou Yun walked up to the glass door, opened it, her face still full of surprise.
Song Chi suddenly took off his fisherman’s hat from his head and placed it on Zhou Yun’s.
"What are you standing there for, let’s go upstairs."
His tone was as if making himself at ho.
Zhou Yun’s eyes went wide as she followed, saying, "Why didn’t you give a heads-up before you ca?"
"Who knows if soone would find another excuse to reject ?"
Song Chi, hands in pockets, looked nonchalant and a bit aggrieved; Zhou Yun had no idea how he managed to blend these two expressions so fittingly on his face.
Zhou Yun glared: "When have I ever made excuses to reject you! I just finished live streaming, I wasn’t lying to you!"
"Alright, I know you didn’t lie, I watched your live stream."
"Ah?"
"Anyway, I was free tonight."
At that mont, the elevator doors opened, and they both entered.
Zhou Yun scanned her fingerprint on the recognizer and the elevator went directly to her apartnt floor.
"What’s with the bag you’re carrying?" Zhou Yun looked at the black plastic bag in Song Chi’s hand and asked.
The black plastic bag was full to the brim.
Song Chi’s lips curved slightly as he said, "So at and vegetables, I haven’t had dinner yet. I’m waiting for you to cook for ."
"What?" Zhou Yun really didn’t expect Song Chi to actually be so fixated on this dinner, "You... you win."
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