Living With A Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations Of Love Chapter 545: An Impromptu Journey (9)

Chapter 545: An Impromptu Journey (9)

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

In less than half a minute after the message was sent, Song Qingchun received a phone call from Cheng Qingchong.

Song Qingchun stared at the caller ID—Cheng Qingchong—for about half a minute before answering it and putting her phone to her ear.

"Miss Song, good afternoon." Cheng Qingchong launched into her apology after greeting, giving no chance for Song Qingchun to say anything. "I'm sorry for disturbing so late at night."

"It's okay…" Song Qingchun paused for a moment before asking, "Miss Cheng, how can I help you?"

Cheng Qingchong replied, "It's like this, Miss Song. Ten days ago, CEO Su suddenly disappeared. There are many things waiting for him to do at the company; I know this is a bit rude, but I'm wondering if you might know where he is."

So, Miss Cheng has been calling me to ask about Su Zhinian… but there is already nothing between us, why would she think I know where the man is?

Song Qingchun leaned against the headboard. Her eyes felt suddenly dry. She waited a moment before answering, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, I don't know where he is."

"So, even Miss Song doesn't know where CEO Su is." There was obvious disappointment in Cheng Qingchong's voice. Then, there was a long pause on the phone like she was hesitating before Cheng Qingchong continued. "Miss Song, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure…"

"I've had many people contact CEO Su already, but he refused to pick up from any of them, so do you mind calling him to ask where he currently is?"

Call Su Zhinian? I'm probably the least qualified person to call him.

Song Qingchun gripped her phone tightly and did not reply.

Cheng Qingchong seemed to have noticed the awkwardness through the phone because she too had gone silent. After a long while, she asked, "Miss Song, is that too much trouble for you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm currently overseas, and it is indeed a bit troublesome." Song Qingchun blinked multiple times to stop the pain in her eyes. "I need to go take care of something, so if there's nothing else, I'll hang up, goodbye."

Then, Song Qingchun hung up immediately. Song Qingchun shut her phone down and closed her eyes, but sleep just would not come. Her mind was blank, and she lay there in the dark. Around midnight, a storm blew over Tokyo. It was not until around dawn that she fell into a drowsy sleep.

When she woke up next it was already noon.

The sky was exceptionally blue that day as if washed clean by the storm the night before. Song Qingchun helped herself at the hotel buffet before she returned to her room, put on some nice clothes, and left the hotel.

The trip to j.a.pan was a sudden decision, so Song Qingchun had no particular schedule to catch. She wandered the streets aimlessly, taking in the sights.

When she pa.s.sed a pavilion, she saw a group of people surrounding a giant canvas collaborating on an oil painting. Even though she was not really an artistic person, Song Qingchun paid some money and joined in the fun.

Song Qingchun thought this journey had already been interesting enough. She had made many new friends, gone on a wonderful date, helped a stranger with his wallet, joined a group of line dancers… so she did not expect on her second day at Tokyo, she would be robbed in broad daylight.