After paying respects to her mother, Song Yinyin took her son downstairs; she decided to pay the cemetery service fee for three years all at once.
While handling the paperwork, Song Dabai clutched his stomach and said to her, "Mommy, my tummy hurts, I need to poop."
Song Yinyin was rendered speechless.
She handed her son a pack of tissues, "Can you go to the bathroom by yourself?"
"Yes." Song Dabai nodded, took the tissues, and ran to the bathroom.
After finishing the paperwork, Song Yinyin found that her son hadn't come out yet, so she hurried to the bathroom.
After searching around, she didn't see any sign of Song Dabai.
She showed a child-like panicked expression, her voice trembling.
"Dabai! Song Dabai? Where are you? Answer me quickly, Song Dabai, don't scare mommy, Song Dabai?!"
A cemetery staff member said, "I think I saw a little boy running over there just now, not sure if it's..."
Song Yinyin's heart skipped a beat, she immediately chased in the direction pointed by the person.
She searched floor by floor, passed through corridor after corridor, and unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the VIP lounge.
The door was ajar, and the lights were off inside.
"Dabai?" she called softly.
But, there was no response from inside.
She pushed the door open and planned to go in and search carefully.
Thick curtains blocked the sunlight outside; it was dim inside, faintly visible was a long-legged man sitting on the sofa.
The man leaned lazily against the sofa back, his face shrouded in shadow.
With the weak light, she could barely make out his sculpted features, eyebrows like elegant peaks, slender eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a well-defined face...
It was the first time Song Yinyin had seen such a handsome man, and she was momentarily dazed.
But, besides the amazement, there was more shock.
This man... how does he look so much like her son?!
In a brief trance, the man opened his eyes alertly.
Suddenly, a pair of sharp black eyes, like a solitary eagle in the night, cold and fierce, locked onto Song Yinyin's eyes.
She was startled, coming back to her senses.
She hurriedly bowed and apologized, "Sorry, sir, for interrupting, I was just trying to find my son... Have you seen a little boy about this tall? Wearing a baseball outfit, and also..."
His thin lips pressed tightly, black eyes squinted unpleasantly, face stern.
Seconds later, three words were spat from his attractive thin lips: "Get out!"
Huh?
Get out...
Song Yinyin slightly raised her eyebrows, her hands at the sides clenched into small fists.
Alright, alright, she would leave, but was it necessary to speak so harshly?
Annoyed, she pouted and turned to leave.
However, her high heel accidentally knocked against the coffee table's leg, causing her to stumble, about to fall.
Song Yinyin instinctively reached out to grab onto something...
She steadied herself, but not sure if she touched anything as she heard a sharp clattering sound, like something ceramic crashing to the ground.
Frightened, she instinctively closed her eyes.
Nearby, the man's curse echoed: "Damn it!"
Song Yinyin slowly opened her eyes, looked carefully, and was shocked.
It turned out that she had grabbed the thick curtain cloth, and as it was lifted, it pulled a cactus pot on the windowsill.
That cactus pot, without bias, hit the man's... sensitive area!
Suddenly, she felt not good at all.