Chapter 507 - 508: She’s going to chase him and clear the air!
He couldn’t understand why, but he was somewhat scared to face the past, more afraid of hearing words from her that would upset him.
A twinge in his heart for no apparent reason, could he run away from it?
Perhaps he could find an excuse to avoid confronting it, running away might be the best choice.
Well, it may not be escaping, perhaps he needed some space to get his thoughts together.
With that thought, Di Mingzhe handed Di Xiaxia’s phone to the butler, instructing him in a calm voice, "Give this phone to Miss Fourth, tell her I have something to deal with, we’ll talk when I get back tonight. Also, have someone prepare the car, it’s about time I head to the Golden Palace."
"Yes," the butler lowered his head respectfully.
The butler took the phone and walked to the sickroom, entering politely. He approached Di Xiaxia and handed her the phone, "Miss Fourth, this is your phone."
Di Xiaxia’s eyes lit up as he brought her phone, she reached out to take it, only to be reminded bitterly that her right hand was fractured.
How could she manage with only her left hand, it frustrated her to no end.
"Where’s my brother," Di Xiaxia asked, placing the phone beside her pillow.
"The President has left for the Golden Palace. There are matters he must attend to, he’s been delayed this morning," the butler replied deferentially.
He’s leaving? Di Xiaxia furrowed her brows, feeling strangely slighted.
He had caused her such torment, she was practically crippled with a broken hand, and yet he had the nerve to abandon her to attend to his affairs!
On impulse, Di Xiaxia threw off her blanket and clambered up, "Has he left yet?"
The butler startled and quickly replied, "He should have left in the car. Are you in a rush Miss Fourth? You could call him. And regarding your hand, uh, Miss Fourth, Miss Fourth, don’t run!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Di Xiaxia had put on her slippers and ran out.
The butler started and hurriedly chased after her, "Miss Fourth, Miss Fourth!"
Di Xiaxia ran out quickly, feeling somewhat slighted. Was he really in such a hurry?
Was he so preoccupied with his duties that he didn’t have time to talk to her?
He wasn’t usually in such a rush when he needed to be!
Di Mingzhe, are you avoiding me?
You don’t want to clear things up with me, do you? Well, I insist on talking it out with you!
She limped as she ran, she couldn’t help it -- her leg hurt!
For some reason, there was a lump in her throat that she just couldn’t swallow.
Although she was limping, she ran out of the hospital bouncing with each step. The butler followed, not daring to stop her, instead repeatedly urging her, "Miss Fourth, Miss Fourth, be careful with your leg!"
Di Xiaxia ignored him, and bolted out of the hospital then into the courtyard of the Vice Presidential Residence.
A wide road stretched out in front of her, meant for vehicle passage, flanked by beautiful flower beds and guards standing at post with guns.
Di Xiaxia stopped by the road just in time to see Di Mingzhe’s private car, a low-profile luxury black stretch Lincoln, slowly pass by.
All the standing guard put down their guns neatly, a commanding voice commanded, "Salute!"
A line of solemn saluting guards, not only by arm but also by gazes.
As the car slowly moved, the guards’ loud voices echoing powerfully throughout the courtyard, "Good day, chief!"
The scene looked rather impressive, absolutely impressive, remarkably so!
It inexplicably left people feeling awestruck, yes, awestruck!
Di Xiaxia stood dumbfounded by the side of the main road.