Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 624 - 265. [The Summer of Dew]

The medicine box at home hadn’t been used for a while, so Gu Shaozhi was rummaging through the cabinet in the storage room downstairs.

During this time, his phone rang.

The phone was in the pocket of the black suit pants the man had casually thrown at the foot of the bed, and in the quiet bedroom, the buzzing sound of ’buzz...buzz...buzz...’ was very noticeable.

Wanxia was sitting on the bed, and she felt the buzz the moment it started.

At first, she instinctively glanced in the direction of the sound, then withdrew her gaze, checking the peeled skin on her toes, and didn’t pay much attention.

But the man who went to get the medicine hadn’t returned for a long time, and the phone kept vibrating over and over again, as if the caller wouldn’t stop until he answered.

Wanxia had no intention of prying into others’ privacy, but the incessant buzzing was indeed annoying, so she reached out to grab the phone.

On the lit-up screen, two words flashed that Wanxia was very familiar with: Weiwei.

The corners of her mouth curled into a mocking arc.

Tsk tsk tsk, it’s almost ten o’clock, has Shen the Superstar run into trouble again? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Or perhaps it’s an emotional dry spell, feeling lonely and bored late at night, wanting to chat with a long-time standby lover?

After enduring the initial two minutes, her toe didn’t hurt as much anymore. Wanxia took the phone, limped onto the sofa, and found a comfortable position to lean back.

Her delicate features wore a thin smile as she pressed the answer button, her voice lazy and slow, "It’s so late, Miss Shen, what do you need Mr. Gu for?"

It wasn’t Shen Weiyi herself calling Gu Shaozhi, but her agent.

The call was finally connected, but the gentle woman’s voice that came through left the agent bewildered, and the words stuck in her throat.

Holding the phone in front of her, she rubbed her eyes vigorously and carefully examined the screen.

It was indeed Mr. Gu’s number.

Bringing the phone back to her ear, she uncertainly asked, "Ji, Ji Wanxia?"

Why on earth was Mr. Gu’s phone in a woman’s hand in this situation...?

And it was nighttime!

Wanxia had known Shen Weiyi for many years; she could recognize that voice even if it turned to ashes. This utterly unremarkable voice and uncertain tone certainly didn’t come from the most popular singer Shen Weiyi.

"It’s me," Wanxia chuckled lightly, "What’s up with your superstar?"

The other end seemed chaotic, with the noise and shouting being very apparent.

Since the Gao Yue incident, Shen Weiyi’s agent knew Ji Wanxia was not someone to mess with. Though she was young, she had navigated the entertainment world long enough to know how to be versatile and adaptable.

Walking around anxiously, after taking a deep breath, she politely said, "Miss Ji, could I trouble you to hand the phone to Mr. Gu? I truly have an urgent matter."

Wanxia looked down at her inadvertently injured toe, unhurriedly, "Mr. Gu is downstairs; you can wait three to five minutes to call back, or if it’s really urgent, you can say it now, and I can relay it word for word."

On one side was the leisurely and relaxed Miss Ji, while on the other was the agent, sweating profusely in anxiety.

Two completely different stances.

"Miss Ji," the agent scratched her scalp anxiously, trying her hardest to keep her voice calm, "you heard the noise on my side; I’m not kidding. The situation is truly urgent. If big trouble arises, I can’t bear the responsibility. Please, do me a favor and call Mr. Gu for me, would you?"

If it weren’t a ten-thousand-emergency matter, she wouldn’t dare to use an artist’s phone to call Mr. Gu, who held half the entertainment industry’s fate, even if she were beaten to death.

Wanxia remained in her leisurely manner, deliberately prolonging her voice, "My foot’s injured; I can’t move."

In the agent’s imagination, perhaps Ji Wanxia just finished a bath, which was why her voice sounded so...suggestive.

The scene was chaotic, and it was unclear how many were injured. When the accident happened, the media who came to visit hadn’t left, and without giving the team a minute more to operate, it had already been exposed.

Ji Wanxia was no pushover, having no other options, she hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and saying, "Sister Weiwei was rehearsing for the concert, and the stage collapsed..."

"Your Mr. Gu is here, you can tell him directly."

Wanxia interrupted the agent’s words midway.

Because when she looked up, her gaze met the eyes of the man leaning against the door.