if the dream come true

chapter two

I bumped into Song at the company the next day. He was getting out of his Rolls-Royce, and I was rushing from the subway station to the company entrance.

We were sharing the same bed in my dreams, but in reality, we

were worlds apart.

Song got out of the car, his lips pursed. When he saw me, he

looked away as if I were a venomous snake, and entered the company through a

different door.

I noticed that Song was fond of patrolling the lower floors

today, and he kept moving around near me. Every time I tried to slack off, I

couldn't do it openly.

But Song caught me slacking off anyway, and he made me write a

10,000-word self-criticism report.

At 10 p.m., I threw the 10,000-word self-criticism on his desk

with a viciousness, just as he walked in.

"I didn't expect a mere 10,000-word self-criticism to make

you so resentful towards me," Song said behind me, with a hint of mockery

and nonchalance.

"No, no, it's just that I was so excited, I got a little

carried away," I said to him with a servile smile, despite the late hour.

Without him noticing, I thought to myself, I swear I'm going to

give him a good thrashing tonight!

I left without looking back and went straight home, sinking into

my soft bed.

I closed my eyes.

Without a word, I started to dream!

But something was strange. I couldn't dream of Song at all.

Instead, I dreamed of a lot of bad things from high school.

They said I was covered in pimples, that I was ugly, and they

didn't want to be friends with me.

Even my parents didn't like me.

Dawn broke, and I woke up from the nightmare.

I went back to the company as usual, and Song called me over.

His eyes were dark and shadowed, with dark circles under them,

as if he hadn't slept a wink.

He looked me up and down for a long time, his eyes probing.

Finally, they settled on my face, as if he were trying to see

right through me.

After three seconds of eye contact, I couldn't help but look

away.

"Director Song, is there something you need from me?"

If I kept looking at him, I was afraid I'd lunge at him. I quickly interjected

to break the silence.

"Have you had any strange dreams lately?" Song asked

me casually, his tone as if he were asking about the progress of a proposal,

completely ordinary.

I'd had a lot of good dreams, and as for strange dreams, I

thought for a moment and recalled last night's dream. It wasn't really strange,

was it?

Wait! Why was he asking me about my dreams?

Then a ridiculous thought occurred to me.

I gasped.

Could it be that Song could sense my dreams?

My breath hitched, and I froze, speechless, for a long time.

If that were true, I thought I could ascend to heaven right

here, right now.

In my dreams, I didn't just kiss him, I pulled his hair! I was

bold and unrestrained, touching him everywhere!

Thinking about it, my whole heart went into my throat.

Song tapped on his desk, watching me with amusement.

"What's your reaction? Are you putting on a Sichuan opera for me?"

"Nothing, if you find it difficult to answer, I'll

rephrase." He paused, as if he were choosing his words carefully.

"Have you ever experienced frequently dreaming about the

same person in your dreams?"

That was even worse than the previous question.

"Why do you ask, Director Song?" I asked cautiously,

hoping for a bit of luck.

He coughed lightly.

"Just answer yes or no."

My heart pounded wildly. I forced a stiff smile, pretending to

be calm.

"No."

"I rarely dream," I added, afraid he wouldn't believe

me.

"That shouldn't be possible," his eyes suddenly

drooped, and he mumbled to himself, "You've been appearing in my dreams,

more than once."

His voice was low, but I still heard it.

He looked a little disappointed.

I couldn't help but soften.

Suddenly, I was very curious. What would his reaction be if he

knew?

So I took a bold step forward.

"Director Song, did you perhaps dream something last night,

or before? Or," I paused, smiling sweetly, "did you dream of

me?"

Song nearly choked on his words. His ears instantly turned red.

I was sure that Song knew about my dreams.

But he seemed a little embarrassed to admit it.

Don't ask me how I knew.

Because in my dreams, he loved to say one thing and mean

another.

"Cheng, do you know what a certain phrase is called?"

"What?"

"A fool's dream."

There was a knock on the door outside the office, so I

retreated.

The person at the door was Xia, the person in charge of the

company we partnered with on the last project.

As I walked past her, I felt a wave of gloominess wash over me.

Because for several days now, I'd seen her going in and out of

Song's office.

Even though the project collaboration had ended weeks ago.

Xia had a curvy figure and a beautiful face, and she was

considered the company's beauty.

I looked down at myself.

Sigh, I suddenly felt a pang of frustration.

Xia walked into the office and said in a sultry voice, "Mr.

Song~"

With a bang, the door closed, cutting off any further

conversation.

I couldn't hear much either.

Oh well, at least Song was mine in my dreams.

I silently comforted myself.

That night, I dreamt of Song again.

Unlike my usual boldness, I became restrained.

I didn't dare to kiss or hug him casually, or to be too unrestrained.

But I hadn't kissed Song in so many days, and I missed him so much.

At that moment, Song was sitting on the sofa, his eyes closed. Looking at his refined features, it felt like I was back many years ago.

That young man, full of spirit, standing on stage.

Just one more time, I thought. After all, I could only be unrestrained in my dreams.

I leaned down to kiss him, restraining myself.

As I got closer to his lips, about to touch them, Song suddenly opened his eyes and parted his lips slightly.

He murmured, "Are you Cheng?"

Song's eyes opened wide, fixed on me.

Our eyes met, and I forgot to shy away.

Song's eyes opened wide, fixed on me.

Our eyes met, and I forgot to shy away.

"I'm not," I touched his face, feeling a little hot.

He suddenly held my waist, preventing me from moving.

"Then do you know who I am?"

I looked up at Song. He had beautiful eyebrows and amber eyes that always captivated people's hearts.

I calmed down for two seconds, taking the opportunity to kiss his lips.

"I don't know."

He was stunned for a moment, then his brow furrowed.

"You don't even know who the man in your dreams is every day, and you keep asking him for kisses and hugs and to be lifted high?"

"Why not?"

Song laughed angrily, gritting his teeth. "You... are... really... something."