It was a hot day when the plane left the mainland, but when Su Mianmian flew back from Singapore, it was raining. Unfortunately, she had left her umbrella at the company. She was at the airport, the time already close to seven pm, and she was so hungry that she felt dizzy.
Her colleagues had already left the airport exit in twos and threes.
Even Tang Wenyun and Xu Mengting, who were closest to her, were picked up by their boyfriend and husband.
Xu Mengting's husband had a car. She asked Su Mianmian if she wanted to get in her husband's car with her, but Su Mianmian didn't want to trouble them, so she refused.
She felt melancholic. She couldn't possibly ask Lu Xiangdong to drive over to pick her up, could she? Forget it. He was probably having a good time with Qi Chuyan right now. There was no reason for her to disturb them.
Lu Xiangdong, who was watching TV in the living room, turned his head to look outside. He hadn't noticed that it had started to rain heavily outside. He raised the watch on his wrist and looked at the time. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
He picked up his phone, wanting to call Su Mianmian to ask if she had gotten off the plane. However, when he thought about what had happened during the day, he threw his phone back onto the coffee table.
Su Mianmian, dressed in a flight attendant's uniform, appeared at a corner of a bar and ordered a glass of wine for herself. She would have to stay at the bar tonight because she had left her wallet in the company safe. She only had ten yuan on her, which was only enough for a glass of wine. It was not even enough for a rental fee to get her home.
She could not tell if what had happened during the day had made her upset or if it was because of her current situation. She drank all the wine in her hand in one go. When she drank, she did not feel anything except that something was wrong. The alcohol burned her body until it was hot.
She picked up her phone and scrolled through her contact list. Then, she clicked on Lu Xiangdong's profile picture and dialed his number.
Lu Xiangdong, who had just taken a shower, heard his phone ring downstairs. He wrapped his towel around his waist before walking downstairs. Then, he picked up the phone and frowned.
Before he could speak, Su Mianmian said, "Lu Xiangdong, your wife is now penniless! I don't have any money to come home. What should I do? Did I disturb your sweet time? I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. Ugh!"
Halfway through speaking, Su Mianmian threw up on a table.
Lu Xiangdong had a hunch that she had been drinking. He tightened his grip on the phone in his hand. "Su Mianmian, have you been drinking? Why didn't you go home after work to drink? You really have a lot of money."
Su Mianmian pursed her lips. "I didn't spend a single cent of your money."
"You didn't ask me for money," he said calmly.
Su Mianmian was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone. In the end, she chose to beg him to drive over and pick her up. She didn't want to sit in the bar all night because she had a flight tomorrow.
"I don't want your money. Drive over to pick me up. I'm at XX Bar."
Lu Xiangdong said, "Just wait. If I come over now, there will probably be a traffic jam."
Su Mianmian felt stupid as she waited for him to pick her up. She waited for an hour.
'I'm outside the bar. Come Out,' he texted.
She got up and dragged her suitcase with her.
His car was parked outside the bar. Su Mianmian stood outside the door and looked at Lu Xiangdong who was sitting in the car. She didn't get into the car immediately. Instead, she stretched out her hand to ask for something from him.
"What do you mean?' 'Lu Xiangdong looked at her, puzzled.
"Umbrella, give it to me." She only wanted to borrow an umbrella from him, and didn't intend to get into his car.
Lu Xiangdong looked at her as though he was looking at a rare animal.
"Su Mianmian, isn't this interesting? You asked me to come all the way here to give you an umbrella? Crazy woman!" Lu Xiangdong was so angry that he hit the steering wheel and threw the umbrella out of the window.
Those who are reading this story should order some flowers, admire the silver, and give a reward. This day was so sad, even colder than the short life of a daylily.