Chapter 603 - 604: Don’t Let Her In Again
After he finished speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.
Dan Lingling blinked in confusion, not quite understanding what had just happened.
The security guard stepped forward and respectfully said, "Miss Lingling, if you please."
Dan Lingling knew better than to argue. She was well aware that Di Mingzhe was not a man who liked to beat around the bush. His words were not open to challenge or rebuttal.
Even if she insisted, she wouldn’t gain anything from it.
"Hmm," Dan Lingling nodded, gracefully following the guard out.
When Di Mingzhe returned to the main hall, Di Xiaxia had just come down from upstairs. She looked listless, moving languidly.
Seemingly lost in thought, she was about to pass him without any reaction.
Just as they were about to meet, Di Xiaxia finally looked up at him, only to quickly lower her gaze and continue to walk past.
Di Mingzhe didn’t speak or move on, but quietly stood his ground.
She walked past him, brushing past his shoulder without stopping, continuing on her path.
Yet, in that brief instant when their shoulders almost touched, Di Mingzhe suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.
Di Xiaxia turned her head, and so did Di Mingzhe, their eyes meeting in a collision of glances.
Di Mingzhe’s eyebrows furrowed slowly.
"Xiaxia," Di Mingzhe started, wanting to say something but only managed her name before he faltered.
Di Xiaxia didn’t respond. She pulled her hand away, didn’t say a word, and continued to walk away.
Di Mingzhe’s brows furrowed even more. He wanted to catch up, but didn’t. He watched as her figure disappeared from his sight.
Di Xiaxia moved to a different courtyard, staying quietly inside, not coming out, her meals were even sent to her.
Di Mingzhe didn’t ask, but instead immersed himself in his work. There was important work that needed his attention, so after retiring to his bedroom, he started a video conference that lasted until three in the morning.
It was only after three that he could pull himself away from his heavy workload for a short rest, his eyes replete with fatigue.
But he had no desire to sleep.
The butler brought late-night snacks, but he was not hungry.
He asked hoarsely, "Did the fourth Miss say anything today?"
"No," the butler respectfully lowered his head and replied, "Miss Xiaxia only mentioned to the servants that she wanted to stay in the other courtyard, nothing else. She had her dinner there, the kitchen sent it."
Di Mingzhe didn’t say anything, fell silent for a moment, then commanded, "From now on, if Lingling comes to see me again, tell her I am not here, and don’t let her in again."
The butler was taken aback, wanted to say something but didn’t dare to. Finally, he bowed and said, "Yes, sir, understood."
"Hmm," Di Mingzhe nodded, "you can rest now, there’s nothing else here."
"Yes," the butler respectfully left.
Di Mingzhe sat in the office chair for a long time, and eventually got up and walked out. He arrived at the other courtyard and asked the night-shift servant not to turn on the lights, he then went upstairs with the dim auxiliary light.
As he pushed open the heavy door, he felt like a thief.
He quietly approached the bed. The moonlight spilled onto the bed, his eyes fell on the figure of the girl.
Her sleeping posture was terrible, spread-eagled.
Fortunately, she was lying flat, not pressuring her injured hand.
The bruise on her left hand had darkened in color, looking a bit terrifying.
Di Xiaxia had a sensitive skin, a slight touch would cause discolored spots.
At this moment, she was only wearing a tube top and shorts, her attractive legs, flat and elegant stomach uncompromisingly exposed to the open air.