Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Huo Tingzun seemed as if he hadn’t heard the sarcasm in Xiao Bailu’s words at all, and just coldly said:

”There is a flight leaving the city at midnight tonight. Here is a special pass; your identity will be an interpreter for an international expert team, tasked with bringing back their materials to the Imperial City for reporting. However, you don’t actually need to report anything. Once you reach the Imperial City, someone will take over from you. You just need to stay quiet on the plane and you’ll return to the Imperial City smoothly. Also, you must arrive at the airport before eleven o’clock. You can start packing now.”

Xiao Bailu was stunned.

What did the man’s words mean?

Was he helping her get a ticket to leave?

From what he said, like being an interpreter for an expert team, staying quiet... this ticket seems hard to come by, requiring a fake identity to leave.

Even as the big CEO, he can’t do everything under the sun.

Under Qingcheng’s current situation, this special pass must have been incredibly difficult to obtain.

So, when he was making phone calls in the room earlier, it wasn’t to sneak away without her knowledge, but to help her arrange a ticket?

Her eyes suddenly felt sore and red, and she couldn’t help but want to cry — what was this feeling?

Xiao Bailu, don’t be so easily moved!

With a nasal tone, she didn’t take the ticket, instead pouting, ”If I leave, what will you do, starve to death here? Fool, you can’t even cook yet you’re so picky...”

For the first time, Huo Tingzun didn’t get angry when she called him a fool, and instead calmly said, ”I will leave too. But because you’re so stupid, I can only fake you an identity as a regular interpreter. I’ll leave on another high-level consultant flight at 1 a.m. That flight is filled with high-ranking people, and a foolish woman like you would get exposed and thrown off.”

Xiao Bailu: ”...”

You dog man, would you die if you didn’t step on others?

What kind of nonsense is this, woof woof woof.

”Fine, you’re high-level. As a low-level person, I’ll leave first, thanks!” She snatched the ticket, and with her high heels clicked into the guest bedroom.

She packed her luggage in five minutes — in fact, she didn’t really have any luggage, just a small crossbody bag.

If not for the hotel having a dryer, she wouldn’t have had enough clothes to change.

She walked past the man without looking him in the eye, not even saying goodbye, and pulled the door open and walked out.

”Bang—!”

The door slammed shut.

Even the coffee table shook a little.

After a long while.

Huo Tingzun slowly stood up from the sofa.

A slight bitter smile slipped from the corners of his lips.

He moved laboriously, walking toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a pot of aromatic coconut chicken hotpot was still warm on the stove.

”That heartless woman... At least she did one decent thing...”

He thought she would pour the dinner down the drain in a fit of anger and not give him anything to eat.

He scooped a bowl of soup and drank it slowly, his movements much slower than usual.

He really didn’t have much strength.

With a pounding headache, he wanted to collapse and never wake up.

After an unknown amount of time.

A loud phone ringing abruptly startled him awake.

”President, didn’t you go to the airport?”

”Hmm.”

”President! This ticket is the only way out of the city; there won’t be any more. If you don’t get on the plane, staying in that hellhole Qingcheng will delay your treatment and put your life in danger!”

”Hmm. My will is in the hotel’s safe. Hand it to Wu Feifei and Xi Bao; they know what to do.”

”President, you need to be rational!”

”...”

He hung up the phone and turned it off.

He was very rational.

This illness, once contracted, couldn’t be cured.

Instead of spreading it to others while leaving the city, he chose to let Xiao Bailu leave quickly, escape.

So he gave her the only ticket — to the stupid woman he never thought highly of.

He dies, she lives.

This was the result after his rational consideration.

It’s just, why does this sense of life-and-death separation feel so familiar to him?

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Lately, the system’s been swallowing some pure content, so I earnestly ask the fairies not to hold back the text, remember to check for updates every morning, or some exciting content might be gone, wuwuwu.]