473 Young Master Xie's Text Message
When Xie Shiyi and Yun Bixue left the police station, the former had a newfound admiration for her young madam. She would like to worship and gush over Yun Bixue, but as men of sacrifice, they couldn't show any emotions, so she just trailed behind her respectfully.
As soon as they returned to their lodging, Yun Bixue tossed her bag to the side and plopped on the sofa. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them to look at Xie Shiyi. "Shiyi, what do you think about what Li Erkong said?"
"Young Madam, I think that Li Erkong has already revealed everything he knew. He wouldn't dare to lie about it."
Yun Bixue sighed. "Yeah, he didn't lie, so this matter is not that simple. Based on his description, this is probably connected to people from Ning An City. It's definitely a well-plotted scheme. Since we're already here in Zi Bei City, we can't just back off. Watch the people around us carefully and remain vigilant. Don't let strangers get close to where we're staying."
"Understood."
Yun Bixue's mind kept thinking about the day's events. In the end, she laid on the bed with a headache and fell asleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night and checked her cell phone, she saw a missed call along with a text from her husband.
The message said, "My dear, please take good care of yourself. Don't make me worry. I will always be there. Cheer up. Good night."
Yun Bixue was touched by Xie Limo's text, and her heart warmed and ached at the same time. She no longer felt sleepy, so she turned on the lights and saw that it was just two in the morning. It would be too late to call back, and she might wake him up if she replied with a text.
Yun Bixue read the message a few more times before holding her cell phone close to her chest. After a couple of deep breaths, her face broke into a smile—it was her only radiant smile within the day. Eventually, she fell asleep while hugging her cell phone.
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That same night, Xie Limo couldn't contact Yun Bixue, so he called Xie Shiyi instead. After making sure that Yun Bixue was fine and asleep, he was finally relieved. Nonetheless, he still sent her a text since he was worried.
While he was working in the study, Xie Limo kept checking his phone for any news. He touched his pale cherry-colored lips and laughed at himself. Wasn't he over the most emotional stage of his life already? Why was he feeling like a twenty-year-old again?
Actually, he knew the answer to this question. When it came to his wife, he sometimes acted like a different person.
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Yun Bixue was busy promoting the new drama in Zi Bei City. Despite the rumors being spread around, and the speculations people were making at Snow Cloud Group, she remained focused on her tasks without delay.
Even though those rumors had negative implications, they were also the best form of advertisement. Through word-of-mouth, her new drama was being promoted for free. Indeed, there was no such thing as bad publicity.
When the rumors reached their turning point, Yun Bixue announced that she would be organizing a press conference to address the allergy incident caused by the cosmetic products of Snow Cloud Group.
The moment Yun Bixue announced the press conference, Zi Bei City's media started paying attention, and they prepared the questions they wished to ask her.
The conference would start at exactly eight in the evening. Yun Bixue was driving towards the venue, but a traffic accident along the way caused a traffic jam. Seeing that the time was drawing close, Yun Bixue became very anxious.
She looked around her and finally noticed a motorcycle. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran to stop it while carrying her dress and boarded at once.
"To Zilai Conference Hall. If you reach it before eight o'clock, this one thousand dollars will be yours." While saying this, Yun Bixue took out some cash from her wallet and passed it to the person wearing a helmet in front of her.
"Yun Bixue! As expected, you're different from the rumors!" The man's voice carried an alluring charm, stirring the heart of anyone listening to it.
