Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 18 Can you not leave?
Luckily I had sanitary napkins in my suitcase.

Sang Yu suffered from dysmenorrhea and lay motionless on the bed.

My stomach was cramping in waves.

In the evening, her colleagues called her and asked her to go to the restaurant downstairs for dinner, but she didn't go.

While sleeping, I vaguely answered a phone call. I didn't know who was on the other end of the line, and I couldn't remember what was said on the phone.

Later, she had a dream, dreaming that Xi Jinbai came and heard his voice.

Sang Yu held his hand firmly and murmured in his sleep: "Can you not leave? Xi Jinbai..."

The strength of the hand to break free decreased.

She slept peacefully, and when she woke up, she found a figure beside her.

There was only a dim bedside lamp turned on in the room, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, somewhat blurry.

Sang Yu rubbed his eyes, and the familiar breath invaded his nostrils. He just woke up and his voice was tired and vague, "Xi Jinbai?"

Why is he here? Wasn't it a dream?
Xi Jinbai's left hand was still held by her, and it started to feel numb after a while. He pulled his hand away when he saw her waking up, "You're awake, are you feeling better?"

"Yes." Sang Yu felt that his lower abdomen was warm. A hot water bottle appeared next to his abdomen. The abdominal pain was relieved a lot. He said thank you to him, "When did you come?"

How did you get into her room?
Xi Jinbai's eyes were still on his mobile phone, replying to emails with one hand, multitasking, "I held my hand and fell asleep for two hours."

Sang Yu blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry..."

Xi Jinbai just finished replying to an email, put away his phone, and glanced at her, "Can you still go to the show tomorrow like this?"

Sang Yu immediately replied: "Yes!"

He was afraid that he would not take her there if the answer was too late.

Xi Jinbai chuckled lightly, and when he saw that she was fine, he was about to leave, "Order a meal. Get up and order whatever you want."

Sang Yu sat up from the bed on his elbows, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, we will have a video conference later."

"Sorry, I wasted your time."

She knew that Xi Jinbai was very busy, and she never thought that he would waste his time here with her for two hours.

Before leaving, Xi Jinbai reminded him quietly: "Be careful and tell me if you feel uncomfortable. If you have anything, you can also contact Cheng Xiang."

"it is good."

Hearing the door close, Sang Yu withdrew his eyes. His warmth seemed to still remain in his hands, and the warmth spread to the bottom of his heart.

It was the same flight meal I had eaten on the plane before. Now that my stomach was empty, I got up and ordered room service.
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The next morning Sang Yu went to a nearby pharmacy to buy some painkillers, just in case.

In the afternoon, I put on makeup and changed into a formal dress to attend the fashion week.

The hotel is near the show, so you can enter the venue half an hour early.

The seats of the designers are connected together, near the back row, while Xi Jinbai's seat is in the VIP front row, exclusive to VIPs.

The lights in the venue were focused, the screens were flashing, and the seats were quickly filled with people.

Sang Yu heard her colleagues discussing a few A-list celebrities in the front row. She was not star-struck and didn't know much about them, so she couldn't get in the middle of the conversation.

After a while they changed the topic again.

"I heard that 40% of invitations to fashion shows are sent to fashion media and partner companies, 30% invite celebrity guests, and the rest are VIP customers. Why do you always get so many seats? Invitation letter? Our company doesn’t seem to have any cooperation with the organizer of the fashion week, right?”

"Maybe he has connections."

"I have to say that Mr. Xi is really awesome. He started his own business, and now he has developed the company into the top in the industry at the age of 26 or 7. He is capable, handsome, and has no bad habits. He is simply ahead of other men. Why do you think the gap between this person and other people is so big?"

"The only thing other men of the same age have in common with him is gender."

"Pfft, actually I'm more curious about whether he has a girlfriend. He should have very high standards for someone like him. What kind of woman can catch his eye?"

"It's not something we can imagine anyway. He must be looking for the right person." "That's true."

Sang Yu clenched his palms and lowered his eyes.

Anna noticed her abnormality and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Sang Yu suppressed the emotion in his eyes and shook his head, "It's okay. It's much better than yesterday."

The companions were all girls. They had a deep understanding of menstrual cramps and expressed sympathy for Sang Yu.

"Auntie, it's so painful. I can't straighten up because of the pain every time."

"Me too. When the pain is severe, I feel like I want to destroy the world."

"There is a themed exhibition tomorrow. Are you okay, Sang Yu?"

Sang Yu nodded lightly, "It should be no problem."

If possible, just take some painkillers.

The opening look began, and she put aside other thoughts and concentrated on the T stage.

The theme this time is "Winter Morning", and the works are inspired by nature. For example, the colors of the clothes are taken from different colors of light, forming a color collision under the light, reflecting the natural beauty of luster, which is unique.

The clothing style highlights the generosity and elegance. It seems soft but has great toughness. It well interprets the image of a woman who is casual, elegant and undefined.

Watching a show up close is a completely different feeling than watching photos or videos online. The physical display on site is more likely to resonate with people.

Sang Yu listened intently to the explanation of the design inspiration for each piece of clothing, and unknowingly watched the entire show.

There will be a dinner after the event, which will be held in the banquet hall downstairs.

There must be many people from the upper class circles on this occasion, and some people come just to expand their contacts.

Xi Jinbai was surrounded by several bosses who were greeting each other.

"I didn't expect Mr. Xi to come to the show today. Didn't your father come today?"

Xi Jinbai usually goes to the show with his mother, but this time he only saw him alone, so he asked.

"I'll bring a few designers from the company over to learn." Xi Jinbai stood tall and tall, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, shaking it slightly, putting it to his lips and sipping it.

A middle-aged man complimented: "Mr. Xi is young and promising. He founded his own company and developed it so well. It's true that a tiger father has no dog son."

The older man next to him also said: "Young Master Xi, who will be in charge of the Xi family in the future, also hopes to give us, the Zhou family, a chance to cooperate."

Xi Jinbai always maintained his proper demeanor, slightly curling his lips and responded: "I'll definitely give it a chance."

He didn’t refute anyone’s face, and he didn’t give a definite answer.

This is his consistent style of doing things, steady, smooth and decent.

He has the bearing and character that a family heir should have.

Sang Yu took a piece of cake from the dining table and ate it, keeping his eyes on Xi Jinbai from the corner of his eye.

After about half an hour, Xi Jinbai was able to pull away briefly and walked towards her, "Don't you feel sick in your stomach? You can go back first."

Sang Yu nodded, "Are you still busy?"

Xi Jinbai: "Well, I can't leave for a while."

"Then I'll go tell Sister Anna and the others..."

Before Sang Yu finished speaking, he was interrupted by another voice: "Jin Bai."

The voice sounded familiar to her.

Xi Jinbai turned around and said in a normal tone: "Is something wrong?"

Ji Mingzhu came with her skirt in hand, curled her lips and said with a smile: "Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? Auntie didn't even have time to say a word to you on her birthday."

(End of this chapter)