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  “Yun Shishi?! Why do you have Brother Mu’s phone?! Are you two cohabiting?”


  She hung up the call without further ado.

  The phone rang again, and she cut the call once more.

  Song Enya did not give up and called again.

  This time, she answered the call very unwillingly; impatience permeated her tone.

  “What do you want?”


  The woman’s jealous and anxious voice could be heard from the other end. “Is Brother Mu over at your place?!”


  “This has nothing to do with you.”


  “You really are cheap and disgusting! Is it your idea? Brother Mu wants me to apologize to you; is that your idea?! Let me tell you: I’ll never say sorry to a b*tch like you!”


  Deeply provoked, the woman cursed her a few times.

  The recipient of these curses was vexed by the disturbance, so she simply hung up the call and put it to mute. Still, her head would not stop ringing with the vicious words she had just hears. Indignance filled her heart as she turned and tossed in bed, unable to return to sleep.

  By the time Mu Yazhe returned, it was already two in the morning.

  Back in the bedroom, the man switched on the table lamp and saw her quietly lying on her side.

  He smiled and walked over to cover the quilt on her when he saw his phone tossed to one side.

  He picked up the phone and saw twenty-five missed calls from Song Enya flashing on the screen; two of these were answered.

  With a frown, he walked to the balcony and returned the call. Someone hurriedly picked up the call after a few rings; it was Song Enya. “Is this Brother Mu?”


  “It’s late; why did you call me?”


  “Brother Mu, I’m feeling very down…… Can you keep me company, please?”


  The woman seemed to have drunk a fair bit as she sounded intoxicated; it was so much that her speech was hardly intelligible. “I’m feeling sad—so sad that I want to die. Can you keep me company, please?”


  “Where are you?”


  “The King’s Bar.”


  The King’s Bar was the most prestigious bar in the capital. It was opened by a famous entertainer and the clientele mainly comprised well-known directors, artistes, superstars, and producers. Of course, the youngsters from the rich and famous frequented this watering hole as well. Hence, it was often referred to as the ‘Hall of Fame’.

  This was also a bar that she frequented.

  Her mood was terrible and seemed to have cried a copious quantity of tears. In her tipsy state, her vulnerability was fully exposed sans her usual elegance and pride.

  She did not understand; her love for the man was no lesser than Yun Shishi’s. Why could that woman have his love but not her, then?

  Holding onto her last thread of hope, she plucked her courage to dial his number. When it went unanswered, she wondered if that was because he was unwilling to speak to her. She had put down her pride for a thin ray of hope to call him again and again, only to have it answered by Yun Shishi instead.

  In that instant, she realized how hopeless her situation was.

  She was dependent on him since they were young, and for so many years, his indulgence was hers alone.