Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again! - Chapter 283
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Chapter 283: Chapter 283: Should I Call Him Again?
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Downstairs, Chi Enen had no idea what was taking place upstairs.
She looked pale and sickly, emitting an air of weakness and lethargy.
Qin Nan didn’t know how to comfort her either; he patted her shoulder, sighed, and went back to his own seat.
Chi Enen turned on her computer, her eyes fixed on the document, but her mind kept replaying the scene that had just occurred.
Li Beijue had passed by her without even a glance…
A sudden blockage formed in her heart, causing great discomfort.
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It was as if her heart had been steeped in vinegar, sour and astringent, suffocatingly uncomfortable.
Of course, she didn’t believe there was anything between Xie Tingting and Li Beijue, nor did she believe the insinuations made by that woman on the phone last night.
She just wanted to stop him, to explain the incident from yesterday afternoon. She also wanted to let him know that she had already told Bae Chi that he was the father.
But…
Chi Enen felt even worse just thinking about how Li Beijue hadn’t even looked at her, how he’d brushed past her as if she wasn’t there.
Was he really angry?
Or did he feel that they were not suitable for each other and was preparing to give up?
All of a sudden, Chi Enen felt agitated and restless. She picked up the mobile phone from the table, found Paranoid’s phone number, and her finger hovered in mid-air, multiple times wanting to dial. But then she remembered that last night, when the strange woman answered the phone, Li Beijue hadn’t called back to offer any explanation, and she didn’t know if she should call again.
They say things don’t happen three times.
She had already called him three times.
The first two times, he didn’t answer.
The third time someone did, it was a woman who told her Li Beijue was bathing…
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Even if Chi Enen wanted to believe that nothing had happened, having a strange woman pick up her boyfriend’s phone late at night, not only answering her call but also provocatively stating he was bathing, was somewhat disconcerting.
She looked at the phone for a long time, picked it up and put it down, then picked it up again.
After vacillating for half an hour, Chi Enen exhaled, frustratedly put down her phone, and decided to go get some water with her mug first.
As soon as she entered the pantries, all the people scattered.
Chi Enen could guess what they had been discussing, but she didn’t pay it any attention, placing her mug in position to fill it with water, when suddenly someone called her from outside.
“Sister Enen.”
Who was calling her?
Chi Enen put down the mug and went out.
Indeed, it was Screenwriter Director Xiao Li from the evening time slot calling her.
“What is it?” Chi Enen asked warmly.
“Sister Enen, the boss just asked me to handle Miss Xie’s interview for our show. I heard you made an interview outline before, and since you won’t be using it, could I have a look for reference?”
She indeed wouldn’t need that outline anymore. Chi Enen didn’t want her efforts to go to waste and generously said, “Just wait, I’ll get it for you.”
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Xiao Li didn’t expect her to agree so readily. He paused, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes, but he said, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Chi Enen waved her hand and walked to her own desk, pulled the previously printed document from the drawer, and handed it over, “Here it is. You can use this.”
Xiao Liu moved his mouth awkwardly, tugging at the corner of his mouth, afraid to meet her eyes, “Sister Enen, thank you.”
After speaking, he quickly walked away with the outline, as if he were in a rush to use it.
Chi Enen thought his behavior odd, but didn’t think too much of it, assuming he was just eager to work on the special feature.