chapter four
915 Words
"Director Song, just drop me off in front. It'll save you the trouble of having to turn around later."
"Am I an old geezer?"
"No, you're very young and handsome."
"Then remove the 'you' from your sentence." Song clicked his tongue, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face.
Oh, he was annoyed that I had called him old.
As he spoke, Song had already driven into my neighborhood and found a parking spot, his actions smooth and effortless.
As I got out of the car, I kept thanking him.
"It's nothing, just a small favor."
Song got out of the car and locked the door.
"Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
What was he up to? Was he going to visit my house at this late hour? I stood there, not daring to move.
Song glanced at me. "If you like standing in the cold wind all night, go ahead."
"And if you dare to be late tomorrow, you'll be fined 1,000." He paused, turning back to look at me.
I was bewildered. I cursed under my breath, counting on my fingers.
What a wicked capitalist! A heartless devil!
I hurried after him, following Song.
I watched as he took out my door card, pressed the elevator button, and stopped in front of my door after stepping out of the elevator.
I was flabbergasted. How did he know the way without me leading him?
My heart sank. I moved my heavy feet forward, preparing to open my door.
With a click, the door behind me opened faster than I could.
I looked back, and Song calmly walked in. "Goodnight, my new neighbor."
I froze in place.
So my boss lived across the hall from me. What a bizarre twist of fate! This was happening to me.
I was practically in tears. How much pressure would I be under now? How could I even dare to dream about Song at night?!
I opened my eyes, and it was the same familiar room.
When I saw Song lying next to me, I knew I was done for.
He was still holding me around the waist, and we were still in an embrace.
But Song seemed to be still asleep, and for the first time, I hoped he would just stay asleep and not wake up.
Song's hand suddenly moved.
I held my breath.
I observed for a while and saw that he didn't seem to be waking up.
I gently pulled up his sleeve, trying to move his arm from my body.
Just as I was about to succeed, he pulled me close, changing position, and holding me tighter.
I tried several more times, but I couldn't escape. I gave up struggling and resigned myself to fate. Let him hold me.
When I woke up in the morning, I deliberately left half an hour earlier than usual, hoping to avoid bumping into Song.
As fate would have it, when I opened the door, we ran into each other.
When I met his gaze, I thought about last night, and my face turned beet red. The key thing was, he even gave me a smile - fair skin, red lips, looking enchanting like a bewitching spirit.
I quickly greeted him and didn’t wait for his reply before slipping away.
"Cheng, what's going on between you and Director Song?" asked the colleague who gave me the peach that day.
"What's going on? Nothing’s going on." The weather wasn't cooperating; it started to rain as I got off the subway. My clothes got wet, and I was wiping them off.
"No way, the way you two looked at each other that day was something else. I've shipped so many couples; I can tell there's something between you two."
"What kind of look?" I responded casually, not really paying attention to what she was saying.
The colleague got more interested and nudged me: "It was that kind of look where he hides his affection, tries not to show it, but can't help taking a few extra glances at you."
I stopped what I was doing and finally couldn't help but look up.
"You know, there’s a possibility that he just has those affectionate eyes and looks at everyone that way?"
My colleague was stunned, the joyful expression on her face faded.
She thought for a while, then suddenly looked up and put a hand on my shoulder.
Startled, my shoulder twitched.
She looked at me and said firmly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Director Song usually looks at us like we're bricks, without any emotions! You're different! You're different!"
She shook my shoulders passionately, and I was so startled by her fervor that I stammered, "I didn't really notice."
If Song were really like how she described, he wouldn't have looked like he wanted to bury himself three feet deep when I kissed him in my dream.
The colleague then had a mysterious expression and whispered, "Do you remember Xia Wei?"
I nodded, "Yes, she just came to the company the day before yesterday, right?"
"She came again early this morning to see Director Song. Everyone in the company thinks they're about to get together, but I ship you two."
"So?"
"So, if you like Director Song, you should seize the opportunity!"
At this moment, I really wanted to tell my colleague, sister, the CP you're shipping might not be real.
Otherwise, Song wouldn't have fined me a thousand dollars for being just one minute late today. I'm so frustrated right now.
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