chapter three
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The morning alarm always rang at the most inconvenient time.
In my dream, I blinked my big eyes, looking earnest and reluctant, and asked Song, "Can I have one more kiss?"
My face had been sallow for days now. If I didn't take advantage of the situation and kiss him a few more times, I would turn into an old hag.
Song snorted. "You think you're so clever."
In the last second before I had to open my eyes, he leaned down and kissed the corner of my lips.
"Take a good look, see who's kissing you."
The sky began to lighten, and I woke up from my sweet dream.
In the company's breakroom, a female coworker was cutting peaches, and Song was getting a cup of coffee. She handed Song a slice of peach and one to me.
"Director Song, have a peach. It's so sweet."
Looking at the peach in my coworker's hand, I instinctively blurted out, "He doesn't eat peaches."
She looked at me, a little disbelieving. "How do you know?"
Song also looked at me.
"I... just... heard someone say it a few days ago," I explained awkwardly.
Song was allergic to peach fuzz, didn't like yogurt, and preferred American coffee. This was something I had learned in my dreams.
"Director Song, is that true?" The coworker turned to Song.
Song smiled. "Yes, I'm allergic to peach fuzz."
The coworker let out a long "Oh." She looked at Song, then at me, with a look of suspicion. "Why didn't I know this?"
My mind kept replaying Song's words from last night and that final kiss, and my work efficiency dropped considerably.
By the evening, I had one more plan to finish, so I decided to stay at the company to work overtime.
I was the last one left in the office. Finally, after rushing and hurrying, I finished the last plan. I twisted my stiff neck and packed up to leave.
I pressed the elevator button and froze.
Song was standing inside.
He was all cool and aloof, his suit giving off a strong air of abstinence.
I walked in, my face burning.
"Director Song, good evening."
Song nodded to me.
An awkward atmosphere filled the elevator.
I felt as if someone was staring at the back of my neck.
I stood up straight, not daring to move.
The few minutes in the elevator felt like centuries, excruciatingly long.
When the elevator doors opened, I let out a heavy sigh.
"Director Song, I'm leaving now."
I just wanted to escape.
"Wait, I'll drive you home," Song's cool voice echoed behind me.
My eyes widened, a little taken aback. I quickly waved my hands in refusal. "Director Song, we don't live in the same direction. I'll just take a taxi."
"Who said we don't live in the same direction?"
"Huh?" I looked at him, confused. Didn't he live in the city center? Our homes weren't on the same path. But I didn't dare to ask.
"Did you go to Beishi No. 1 High School?" Song said calmly.
I was a little dazed, not understanding the connection between the two questions, but I still nodded. "Yes."
He looked down at me for a moment and smiled lightly. "Then let's go, junior."
I abruptly looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. His smile was dazzling.
My head buzzed, and I felt a moment of dizziness.
That word, "junior", pulled my memory back to years ago.
Back then, just like now, I had looked into his eyes without reservation, his black eyes as bright as obsidian, and he had said, "Junior, your eyes are beautiful."
Perhaps even Song back then wouldn't have imagined how much those words would have impacted me.
At the time, the red rash marks on my face hadn't disappeared yet. I would subconsciously avoid the strange looks of people on the street, feeling insecure and sensitive, and I wouldn't dare take off my mask in public.
But because of those words, I had a crush on him for a long time.
And there was the note he wrote me.
That phrase had sustained me through my tough senior year.
To this day, it's still tucked away in the back of my diary.
As I sat in his car, I still felt like I was in a dream.
This was the closest I had ever been to him in reality.
As I was lost in thought, Song leaned forward and pulled the seatbelt next to me, his movements natural and efficient.
I jumped in surprise, my heart skipping a beat.
Song chuckled. "Don't be so nervous. I called you a few times, but you seemed lost in thought, so I just did it myself."
I mumbled a thank you.
Halfway through the drive, while waiting at a red light, Song tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
He looked at me and said softly, "Cheng Weiyi, do you have someone you like?"
My heart skipped a beat.
But I answered honestly. "Yes, I do."
He raised an eyebrow and asked casually, "Someone from the company?"
"I wouldn't dare."
He scoffed. "Are there things you wouldn't dare to do?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt like he was trying to trick me.
"You said no office romances were allowed. I'm afraid of getting fired."
"What if I gave you permission?"
"Huh?"
My heart suddenly started to pound.
"Director Song, are you trying to give me a backdoor deal?" I tried to sound lighthearted, jokingly.
Song glanced at me, his eyebrows lifting. "It's not impossible."
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