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Lo Ye looked at the Spicy Hot Pot placed on the driver's seat and suddenly found it a bit amusing for some unknown reason.
He searched for the location of the 4S shop and was relieved to find that there were still two hours and forty-five minutes left to reach his destination.
After successfully enjoying the Spicy Hot Pot he had been craving, He Shuning felt satisfied. After washing up, she had no idea what time it was when she threw herself into the blanket, surrounded by it, inhaling the faint scent of laundry detergent. It was only then that she felt a sense of calmness wash over her, and her mind began to conjure up some particularly vivid images. For instance, the kind man eating the clear broth Spicy Hot Pot appeared in her mind—yes, very kind.
As a Public Figure, she inevitably had to create a certain persona and needed some so-called admirable qualities to support it. Therefore, in this circle, she had encountered many renowned Philanthropists or those anonymous donors, even Idols who cared for their underprivileged fans. Some might genuinely express their intentions, while others might not be what she assumed or just mere marketing tactics. However, when she heard about them, she would offer sincere praise or return a smile of acknowledgment but would not dwell on it repeatedly in her mind. Yet at this moment, she deeply felt that she was repeatedly recalling a stranger's actions, magnifying them in her mind and unconsciously enhancing the atmosphere around him, making him seem so special and radiant.
She couldn't quite express that feeling; it was like meeting someone stunning and eagerly wanting to share with those around her, saying, "Hey, do you know? I just met someone who is so special..."
Realizing this, she decisively pulled the blanket off her head and clapped her hands against her face, trying to wake herself up. It must have been the blanket covering her head that made it hard to breathe, causing carbon dioxide levels to rise and leading to such bizarre thoughts.
Yes, it must be.
She pulled out a Sleeping Pill, forcing herself to disconnect from her thoughts and drift into sleep.
The orange sunlight slowly crept in from below the windshield, brightening the interior little by little and waking up the man resting in the driver's seat.
He was covered with a black denim jacket, his eyes still hazy from sleep. The black short-sleeved shirt hugged his slim waist as he rubbed his face to shake off the drowsiness before opening the car door and walking toward the 4S shop that had just begun operations.
After renting a new car and handing over the old one for repairs, he returned to the hotel carrying the Spicy Hot Pot.
"Knock knock knock." In the surrounding silence, the knocking sounded particularly jarring. He didn't want to respond but found it impossible to ignore. Lum Ming kicked Lu Yuen on the other bed with his leg; however, there was no reaction. Glancing at his phone, he saw the glaring time: 6:45 displayed on the home screen. He threw off his blanket and got up, feeling like an irritable madman while compassionately hoping that there was something particularly important for the other person to say.
"Uh, Brother Ye, you woke up so early?" For a moment, I was at a loss for words, and my restless mood suddenly calmed down.
Lo Ye raised the Spicy Hot Pot in his hand. "Well, this is your breakfast, Spicy Hot Pot."
"Brother Ye, you went out to buy breakfast so early." Instead, I felt a deep sense of gratitude.
"Can you still eat this? It was packed last night." With that, he turned and went back to his room.
Leaving Lum Ming confused, wondering what he meant by packed last night—was the breakfast bought last night for today? Was he really in such a hurry?
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