Chapter 15, The Fifteenth Beam of Light: "You, sleep with me tonight."...

Originally, Song Xingyun was observing Yu Mushang, so when she finished speaking, the first thing she noticed was that the tips of the man's ears gradually turned red.

"What are you doing...?"

She spoke while carefully considering what she had said, and then it was Hong Wen's turn.

One had a red face and the other red ears; they were practically identical, and anyone who saw them would have to praise their innocence.

Song Xingyun wanted to slap her head: How could you say something so suggestive!

Song Xingyun really wanted to swear to God that she wasn't flirting with him or... inviting him...

“Song Xingyun, you…”

Yu Mushang didn't know what expression he should make at this moment, or even how to respond to her words. After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to say, "Song Xingyun, you really have audacity."

The person whose name was mentioned immediately realized they were doomed; the boss had really misunderstood!

Indeed, it's hard not to misinterpret her sudden remark, which seems out of context; she could have said more!

Song Xingyun stood up to explain, but was ambushed by Changming's outstretched leg. She stumbled forward and almost bumped into the wicker chair he was sitting on. To steady herself, Song Xingyun braced herself on the armrests on either side of the chair...

She had the man trapped between her and the wicker chair...

The explanation that followed was, "That's not what I meant." But now, even saying it feels weak and ineffective.

Even Bai Sui, who was originally sitting next to Yu Mushang, was startled by Song Xingyun's sudden big move and took a step back.

There were no obstacles between the two of them at all.

Song Xingyun: ...

"You don't need to be so agile at 100 years old! I'd rather throw myself on top of you!" Song Xingyun wailed inwardly.

As she approached, a gentle breeze followed, and then Yu Mushang smelled a sweet fragrance wafting towards him—her own scent, and her breath so close to his nose…

The gauze curtains fluttered in the breeze sneaking in from outside, looking incredibly cheerful, much like the beating frequency of two hearts at that moment.

Yu Mushang immediately tried to get up, but the unseen disadvantage became apparent: the moment he moved, his forehead touched hers, and he inadvertently tested the distance between them...

Song Xingyun was in no time to dodge; she was now in a dilemma. If she moved forward, she would be overstepping her bounds, but if she retreated now, wouldn't that make him think she was guilty?

After much deliberation, she could only remain where she was, trying her best to minimize her presence, waiting for any eventuality to unfold before she could react...

Yu Mushang took a deep breath before slowly saying, "Is this what you meant by 'not what you meant'? You're incredibly audacious... Song Xingyun, you're forbidden from taking advantage of the boss."

He spoke with such small movements of his mouth that it sounded to Song Xingyun like he was gritting his teeth. Her smile was more like a grimace. "I'm innocent!"

Yu Mushang had calmed down considerably. "Aren't you going to back off?"

Song Xingyun's legs went weak at this point. She not only stepped back but almost knelt down before him. "It was all an accident. If you don't believe me, you can ask Ying Qi to check the surveillance footage to prove my innocence. I was really ambushed by Changming."

Long live! Help Mom carry half the pot, since it's your lapdog that's blocking the way. We'll share the responsibility!

Changming, of course, did not hear Song Xingyun's inner cries for it; it was already drowsy at this moment.

Song Xingyun took a breath before filling in the blanks of her previous statement, "I've learned a little about massage techniques, and since I'm an artist, I have a good understanding of human anatomy, and I also know a little bit about acupoints..."

As she spoke, she observed the man's expression. Seeing that he remained silent, she continued, "So, could I try giving you a massage therapy session tonight, following the doctor's detailed advice? Boss, please give me this opportunity tonight!"

She added that last sentence, which had originally been suggestive, thinking that it would make the meaning less ambiguous and prevent any further misinterpretations. Would it prove her innocence?

Yu Mushang was smart enough to understand, but considering Song Xingyun's repeated recklessness, he was hesitant to agree. "I'm afraid that if the physical therapy fails, you might try to sabotage me instead."

Song Xingyun: ...

She was at a loss for words when it came to how to market herself, but she still gritted her teeth and tried again, "Just this once. If I really can't do it well, I promise I'll never mention it again and I'll move out of Villa No. 9 immediately."

She staked her room on it!

People are contradictory. Before she moved in, Yu Mushang didn't care, but now that she has actually moved in and says she wants to leave, he can't quite accept it.

His way of hiding his true feelings was to childishly make threats, such as, "Then I'll gamble away your assistant position as well."

Song Xingyun was stunned for a moment before she realized that he meant that if she couldn't do well, she should quit her job. This was a big gamble!

But words spoken are like water spilled; she had nowhere to retreat. "Fine."

The words weren't backed out, but the person did.

Song Xingyun retreated to a distance of two meters from Yu Mushang. Seeing that Changming was almost snoring, she began to rub its face, feeling somewhat disappointed in it.

Yu Mushang turned his face slightly to avoid the heat of the sun, which created more shadows on his face, making him look even more gloomy. Song Xingyun watched him and silently whimpered.

How can this not be considered incredibly audacious? She was cornering her boss against the wall this morning, and now she's cornering him with a chair; she's in a situation where she can't clear her name no matter what she does…

Perhaps it was the silence in the sunroom that made Song Xingyun even more anxious, so she started muttering to herself, trying to distract herself, "You're sleeping with me tonight."

As she finished speaking, she clearly saw the man's face turn towards her again out of the corner of her eye. Song Xingyun blurted out, "I'm afraid I'll be unable to sleep in a new bed as I live a long life."

Yu Mushang was somewhat surprised by her proactive explanation, but he was not satisfied.

Song Xingyun thought that was the end of it, but the man's next words left her somewhat confused: "It's male."

Song Xingyun: ?

"Are you trying to remind me that men and women shouldn't touch each other? Humans and dogs are different, so what if it's male? It's my baby."

Baby?

Yu Mushang twirled his fingers on his lap and snorted, "I was already sleeping alone when I was three, let alone this thing which is seven."

Song Xingyun's first reaction was to laugh. How could this man compare himself to a dog?

But the next second she caught the key information in his words, "How do you know he's seven years older...?"

Could it be...?

Song Xingyun's heart began to pound. Could it be that he recognized Changming?

Yu Mushang tightened his grip on the white cane, but replied without changing his expression, "You said that."

Song Xingyun: ?

She couldn't remember when she had said it, but she felt that Yu Mushang wouldn't lie to her, so in the end she could only assume that her memory was bad and accepted it, saying, "Oh."

It made her nervous for nothing.

Yu Mushang then heard her next sentence directed at the dog, "Long life, you'll sleep at the foot of Mom's bed tonight."

Yu Mushang: ...

He was so angry he couldn't listen to any advice.

He stroked the head of the hundred-year-old dog and suddenly praised it, "You're the best. You've been independent since you were a puppy, unlike other dogs that are still picky about their beds even when they're all grown up."

Song Xingyun: ...

She could easily detect his sarcastic tone, and she helplessly felt indignant on Changming's behalf, "Why are you attacking a dog?"

Yu Mushang readily admitted it, saying proudly, "I learned it from Assistant Song. After all, you were the one who messed with the dog earlier." He was referring to her insistence on calling Bai Sui "brother," which was somewhat silly.

This was the first time Song Xingyun had ever felt that this man was so childish, even a little unreasonable. But then she thought, Ying Qi had only said that Yu Mushang didn't like physical contact with people. Could he have other kinds of germaphobia? Like not letting dogs into the room?

But then I thought, what does it have to do with her? Changming went into her own room, not his, and besides, their rooms are far apart...

Thinking of this, Song Xingyun cupped the face of the sleepy, dozing Changming and earnestly informed it, "It's settled then, you will sleep with me tonight."

Yu Mushang: ...

He tapped his cane, stood up, and was about to leave the sunroom without even saying goodbye. Song Xingyun, after whispering with Changming, looked up at his departing figure, then turned to Baisui in confusion and asked, "Why does your master seem unhappy? Did you secretly bite him?"

The 100-year-old looked completely innocent.

The man who had just stepped out of the sunroom sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation upon hearing her words. Yu Mushang didn't know whether to be happy or sad about her slowness.

When Song Xingyun went to work in the afternoon, she yawned several times.

Seeing this, Ying Qi across from her couldn't help but tease her, "Now you know you're sleepy? Didn't you feel sleepy when you were bullying our boss at noon?"

Song Xingyun's heart skipped a beat. "You saw everything?"

Ying Qi began to recall the atmosphere between the two of them at that time: the gentle breeze, the sheer curtains, and the two of them sitting opposite each other...

However, when he saw Song Xingyun's somewhat embarrassed expression, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly. "You're not talking about some other kind of 'bullying,' are you?"

"Please pray!"

"Please pray!"

Two voices rang out at the same time; there were only three people in the room.

When Ying Qi saw Yu Mushang appear, she sat up straight, her gossipy gaze shifting between the two of them. "It's quite a coincidence that you both called me at the same time~"

Then I saw him hugging his little phone and saying, "We're doomed, we've been ostracized by young couples."

After hearing this, Song Xingyun wished she could crawl under the table. She was wondering if their company culture encouraged speaking out and defying superiors...

*

As night fell, Song Xingyun, guided by her memory, arrived at Yu Mushang's door and knocked.

She licked her slightly dry lips and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the sound of a lock being opened could be heard from inside, and the door was quickly opened.

The man standing in front of her was wearing a black bathrobe with the collar slightly open. His hair was still damp, and his bangs, unlike his usual style of being combed up, were softly hanging down on his forehead. Unlike the CEO image she had seen most often, Song Xingyun only had two words in her mind at this moment: "So obedient."

Perhaps she had been staring at him for too long, Song Xingyun quickly snapped out of her daze, "The boss locks the door even in his own home?"

Yu Mushang turned and went inside, leaving the open door for her. "It used to be unlocked."

Song Xingyun followed her in, "Then why is it locked now?"

The man suddenly stopped, and Song Xingyun, caught off guard, bumped into his back just as he answered her, "Because now, I have to be wary of Assistant Song."

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