Nightfall.
The revolving restaurant on the top floor of Royal Dynasty Heights was brightly lit, the sound of the piano was melodious, and a faint aroma floated in the air.
Rosiley cut a small piece of beef, forked up into the mouth gently chewing, eyelids lightly lifted, eyes fell on the face of Sachin who sat opposite.
The yellowish light from the top of his head fell on the side of his nose, making his features increasingly profound and handsome.
Rosiley swallowed what was in her mouth, then as if casually asked, “Sachin, we’re not going back to the Lu family, is everything okay?”
Sachin raised his eyes to look at her and raised his lips, “It’s fine.”
Rosiley nodded and didn’t ask any further questions, it should be fine if he said it was fine.
So she changed her words, “I’ve chosen Leila Shen as the female lead for the new movie.”
“Leila Shen?” Sachin was slightly appalled, “Tang Hai’s actor?”
“That Shin Leila Shen who helped me before”
“I know.” Sachin smiled, “I just think it’s a little surprising that you would choose her.”
“Oh?” Rosiley raised her eyebrows, “You don’t think I deliberately chose Leila Shen because I knew her, do you?”
Sachin smiled, “I won’t doubt your professional abilities.”
Rosiley lost her laugh, “I’m touched.”
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, a shallow stream of light rippling in each other’s eyes, brighter than the stars hanging on the firmament outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
…
When she saw Eduard, Yayoi was startled, she did not expect that he would be waiting for her at the entrance of the community.
“Isn’t that man the one you were thinking of before?”
Through the windshield, Morphy’s not-so-friendly gaze fell on Eduard Xiang, who was standing not far away.
Yayoi laughed awkwardly, “It’s just that it’s been too long to see again.”
Okay, that explanation seemed a bit pale.
“Didn’t he treat you like a stranger? Why did he come to you?” Shen Morphy turned to look at her.
“The last time I went to visit my father in prison, I just happened to meet him, and he took the initiative to meet me.” To be honest, this matter Yayoi also felt that it was a bit too sudden.
Morphy raised his eyebrows slightly and didn’t say anything, but moved his gaze back to Eduard Xiang, only with more thoughtfulness in his eyes.
Yayoi opened the door to get off the car, raised her eyes to look at Eduard, pursed her lips, and slowly walked over.
“Why are you suddenly here?” Yayoi stopped in front of him and opened her mouth to ask.
Eduard aimed at Morphy, who was still sitting in the car, and then responded in a light tone, “I was worried about you, so I wanted to come over to see you.”
Worried about her?
“Did you see the news on the internet?” She asked.
“Well, I see.” Eduard aimed at Shen Morphy again, then asked in a concerned tone, “Are you okay? It’s been quite a news story this time.”
“I’m fine.” Yayoi smiled and shook her head, “Thank you for your concern.”
Eduard Xiang seemingly hooked his lower lip.
Both of them were silent, somehow having a feeling of alienation and strangeness.
Anyhow, they had known each other for so many years, and although there had been unpleasantness, they were still friends.
Thinking of this, Yayoi smiled slightly, “Brother Qingjue.”
“Yayoi,”
They two opened their mouths almost simultaneously, both stunned, and then both couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“Brother Qingjue, you go first.” Yayoi said with a smile.
Eduard pursed his lips, “How are the uncles and aunts?”
“They’re home, so it’s all good.”
“Can I go visit them?” When asking this, there was a hint of caution in Eduard’s look, as if he was afraid that she would refuse.
Yayoi was sweet, “Of course you can, my parents miss you too.”
“Yeah?” Eduard had a feeling of relief, “So can I come to your house now?”
Yayoi nodded, “Yes, welcome.”
Eduard smiled at her and aimed at Morphy in the car, before turning around and striding into the neighborhood.
Yayoi looked at his back, then folded back to Morphy’s car.
The car window slowly lowered, she leaned over and looked at Morphy in the driver’s seat, the corner of her lips raised a teasing smile, “Yes, you’re quite calm.”
Morphy looked at her sideways, the corner of his lips seemingly hooked up, “You’re mine, of course I’m calm.”
Yayoi’s face was hot, and she glared at him without good temper, “No more talking to you, I’m going home.”
The words fell, she turned around without any attachment and walked towards the entrance.
Morphy in the car lost his laughter, his eyes burning with affection as he watched her leave.
To see Eduard Xiang again, that is, Luo Qingjue, Yayoi’s parents were excited.
“Qingjue.” Yayoi’s mother shouted softly, and her eyes were all red.
Qingjue absolutely was like another child to her, that year he went off to the army and had no news of him once he left, causing her to imagine that something had happened to him, but then she was relieved when she found out from someone else that he was doing well.
Right now, at the sight of him, SYayoi’s mother was really excited, her hands lifting in a small curve and then lowering again.
She wanted to hug him, but was afraid that he was no longer the old Qingjue and that he would refuse.
And then, Luo Qingjue took the initiative to step forward and gently hugged Mother Song, saying softly, “Aunt Song, I’m back.”
Mother Song’s tears suddenly came to her eyes, patting him on the back and chokingly saying, “It’s good to be back, it’s good to be back.”
Seeing Mother Song crying, Luo Qingjue’s feelings were complicated, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Mother Song’s cheeks, “Aunt Song, don’t cry, I’ll be sad.”
For so many years, he didn’t even come back to see them, he was so focused on what he wanted to do, but didn’t think that he had actually really hurt them by doing so.
After all, Uncle Song and Aunt Song loved him as if he were their own son.
“Alright, it’s good that Qingjue is back.” Father Song spoke out, looking somewhat helpless as he looked at Mother Song who was wiping her tears.
“I’m happy well.” Mother Song pulled Luo Qingjue to the sofa and sat down, gripping his hand tightly, her loving gaze sizing up his face.
Luo Qingjue always kept a faint smile on his face.
Seeing this scene, Yayoi skimmed her lower lip, why did she find it somewhat funny? Someone who deliberately didn’t contact them for so many years is now in the midst of a long time incitement.
It was ridiculous.
“Qingjue, why haven’t you contacted me and your Uncle Song for all these years?” Mother Song opened her mouth to ask.
Upon hearing the words, Luo Qingjue’s face was immediately filled with guilt, “I’m sorry, Aunt Song, I was too ignorant.”
Mother Song gently shook her head, “No need to apologize to me. I know you as a person, if you didn’t have your own difficulties, you would never have not contacted us.”