Chapter 240 - Late Night Call (II)
With Xiong Wuyue's predictable taste, she already had set her mind to get the dress, but Xiong Zhi had beaten her to it.
Then, she gave it back to Xiong Wuyue at such a stellar timing, making Xiong Wuyue's birthday 'unforgettable'. The taste of mockery would remain in Xiong Wuyue's mind forever.
Linfeng wondered what Xiong Wuyue could have done to his Young Miss, for his Young Miss to hate her so much.
He scrolled down to find more articles about the birthday. He found the live coverage, but the camera was mostly focused on Xiong Wuyue, so he lost interest.
Suddenly, his hands stopped. He saw Xiong Wuyue's picture which had become the most trending meme of the week.
The drenched Xiong Wuyue allowed Linfeng to connect the dots. He broke out in sweat.
Linfeng furrowed his brows. For sure, his Young Miss had something to do with Xiong Wuyue's predicament. Linfeng searched for more information in the internet, his eyes skimming fast over various articles.
He was worried, afraid that Xiong Zhi had been caught in a situation like this, too. This would harm her reputation, and everyone might blame her. As he was reading the nth article he had found, his phone rang. Linfeng's hand reflexively tapped on the answer button.
"Linfeng, I got her number. Should I send it to you?" It was Jang Shin.
"Hmm?" Linfeng's mind was still preoccupied with his Young Miss.
He took a deep breath and composed himself. Acting paranoid would not do any good. He had to face it calmly and know the current situation. So far, he had not seen any news about her. But, it might not last long.
"No, you call her in your other phone. I will listen in another line."
Linfeng did not have a clear picture of the power and authority that Xiong De held. He knew though that Xiong De had connections with some people in the underworld. With such a provocation, what if he moved his mind and used these connections to harm the Young Miss?
This was such a big matter, and Xiong Wuyue's reputation was greatly damaged. Xiong De loved his daughter a lot. For sure, he would not simply stand down.
As Linfeng thought more of the situation, the more worried he got. How many days had passed since then?
"Hello?" Song Xuantin's unsure voice came from the other line.
"Hi. I'm Jang Shin, Linfeng's friend," Jang Shin cheerily said.
"I'm here listening as well," Linfeng's deep voice suddenly inserted.
"Senior Linfeng?" Song Xuantin's voice had a hint of surprise.
"Yes, it's me."
"Oh... May I ask why you called me?"
"I have a favor to ask from you, Miss Song," Linfeng explained.
Song Xuantin, who was currently about to go to bed, sat up straight.
"Hmm. Let's hear it. If I can do it, I'll do it."
"Thank you. I owe you one this time," Linfeng sincerely said.
"Hehe. So what do you want me to do?"
"Can you call Young Miss Zhi for me?"
"..." Song Xuantin, as well Jang Shin who was just listening silently while checking his emails, was stunned. They simultaneously asked.
"Why?"
"Why?"
Jang Shin then shut his mouth quickly, returning to his muted mode. But he was really wondering why his friend, the butler of Young Miss Xiong Zhi, would actually ask someone to call his master for him. Why could he not do it himself?
Did something happen between the two?
A small theatre played in Jang Shin's mind.
Xiong Zhi wore an elaborate princess gown, looking sadly at the knight who kneeled on the floor.
Linfeng, her knight, begged piteously.
"I am an insolent knight who flew to the south without permission, abandoning my mistress's side unjustly. I deserve to be killed."
Xiong Zhi tearfully looked at her knight with grievances.
"How can you put your dreams first, ahead of me? You are not suitable to be my knight. Leave! I do not need you anymore."
The curtains closed.
Song Xuantin, on the other hand, had another story in mind.
Xiong Zhi wore a royal blue gown fitted for a princess. She looked up at the moon through her windows with sadness in her eyes.
A lonely soul under the moonlight.
Thud.
A pebble hit her window.
Xiong Zhi's glistening eyes lit up. She gracefully opened her windows in haste and looked down, her face filled with hope and anticipation.
She was pleasantly surprised to see the dashing man she had been thinking about, day and night, finally appear!
"My prince!"
Linfeng, dressed in princely clothing and donning a red cloak over his shoulders, gently looked up at the shining princess above, smiling gently.
The cool wind carried his deep masculine voice.
"Fear not, I am here."
Xiong Zhi, albeit happy, looked around worriedly.
"You should not be here. My people will harm you once they see you. You must leave!"
Even if it breaks my heart, the princess tearfully thought. Her tears rolled down like pearls.
Linfeng reached out his hand to catch her tears, his heart pained. He shook his head and stared at her with determination and affection.
"I might be a Zhou, but my heart belongs to you. They could never separate us. Come with me. We will go to the end of the world, to the place where they could never find us. We will build our own kingdom in that foreign land. A world just for the two of us."
"My Prince!" Xiong Zhi was moved. She reached out her hands.
"My Princess!" Linfeng reached his hands out, too, preparing to catch her.
Xiong Zhi gently climbed up the window sill. She took a deep breath and—
"Because I don't have her personal number."
A voice interrupted the never-ending drama in Song Xuantin's mind, and roused Jang Shin from his thoughts as well.
"..."
"..."
"Come again?" Song Xuantin said after a while.
How come he did not know Xiong Zhi's number? He was her man, ah! Her butler, ah!
Linfeng was saying the truth. He only got the phone number from that phone he had given to her on the first day of the school, when they had just met each other. All this time, they were communicating through that number. That phone was noted down by the Xiong security personnel, registered under the Xiong family name.
Knowing his Young Miss's ambitions and pride, she surely had another phone prepared without the knowledge of both of the Zhou and Xiong family.
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