Chapter 3, Third Beam of Light: "Song Xingyun, come here."...

Ying Qi actually saw a kind of courage in her.

Inside was a high-tech office, but it was completely empty.

"Ms. Song, this way please." Song Xingyun was led by Ying Qi to a table where water had been prepared. Ying Qi sat opposite her. "I forgot to tell you, I am today's interviewer. My surname is Ying. Ms. Song, you can begin your self-introduction."

This was something Song Xingyun hadn't expected. As her tense nerves relaxed, a sense of loss quickly followed.

Looks like I won't be seeing him today.

Little did they know that at that moment, in another office, the man they had met yesterday was sitting on the sofa by the window.

Sunlight gently fell on his face, softening his cold and stern features. Beneath his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were unfathomable, making it difficult to fathom his inner thoughts.

He was holding a Braille document in his hand, while her concise self-introduction came through his earphones...

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It must be said that Ying Qi is a professional interviewer.

With just the right guidance, Song Xingyun inadvertently revealed a lot about her inner thoughts.

It was less of an interview and more of an overview of her 25 years of life. At the end, she was surprised that she had said so much.

Ying Qi escorted the person to the door again, saying, "Thank you for your hard work today. We will send the entire interview process to the boss, and we will notify you of the interview results as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Song Xingyun regretted her bluntness, but on the surface, she could only force herself to remain calm and reply, "Okay."

On the way back, she felt a little relieved that her answers had all been positive, "So he probably won't think I'm having a hard time, right?"

In reality, she didn't feel that her life was miserable, after all, there were many people in this world who were more miserable than her.

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"Boss, they've been sent away."

When Ying Qi arrived in front of Yu Mushang, Yu Mushang had just taken off his headphones. "Just to the door?"

Ying Qi scratched his head, "Huh?"

The next second, Yu Mushang continued, "What's the point of assigning you a car? Don't you know how to take people home?"

Ying Qi: Is this reasonable?

"Boss, you really like her?"

His question left Yu Mushang speechless. "Isn't this basic etiquette?"

Ying Qi scratched his head again, "But this is an interview, not a date!"

Yu Mushang picked up the smart white cane beside him and lightly tapped his leg. "You still want to go on a date? I think you want to lose your job."

Ying Qi dodged away, saying, "That's not what I meant."

He found Yu Mushang's focus today very strange. "Boss, shall we continue with the noodles?"

Yu Mushang knew he meant whether to continue interviewing other people. After a ten-second silence, he closed his eyes and said, "Her."

Before this, Yu Mushang had already passed 98 interviewees, but he stopped at the 99th one. Ying Qi recalled the data entry information he saw yesterday, and combined with the strange behavior of Yu Mushang, he said bluntly, "Boss, something's not right."

Yu Mushang: ......

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Song Xingyun had just gotten off the bus downstairs at her home when she received a call from Ying Qi informing her that she had passed the interview. She was still a little dazed when she hung up; "efficiency" had once again become a reality for her.

That evening, Song Xingyun laid out a whole table full of letters and records of financial donations they had exchanged over the years. "Will he remember me?" she wondered.

Song Xingyun didn't know how many people this compassionate man had sponsored. Perhaps she was just one of them, and he might not even recognize her. "It's okay, just consider it a new beginning."

She took the initiative to call Wen Ying, "Would the young lady do me the honor of having a drink?"

Wen Ying was terrified, thinking that Song Xingyun had broken up with her boyfriend behind her back. But the answer she received was that Song Xingyun was celebrating her finding a new job.

Wen Ying:......

Fifteen minutes later, she appeared at the door of Song Xingyun's rented apartment. Song Xingyun looked at the fine wine in her hand and said helplessly, "Didn't we agree that I would treat you?"

Wen Ying placed the wine in her wine cabinet, saying, "This is a gift I gave you for joining the company."

When Wen Ying first met Song Xingyun, she found it hard to believe that the seemingly well-behaved girl's niche hobby was wine tasting.

From then on, 70% of the wine in Song Xingyun's wine cabinet were "gifts" that Wen Ying sent under various pretexts, including white, red, yellow, and black wines.

Watching her skillfully place the bottles inside, Song Xingyun remarked, "Do you really think I'm an alcoholic?"

She doesn't drink excessively, only taking small sips; wine tasting is indeed just a minor hobby for her.

Unexpectedly, the person invited was Song Xingyun, but the one who got drunk was Wen Ying.

Song Xingyun blinked as she watched Wen Ying, who was practically asleep on her lap, still persistently asking about the man she had met yesterday.

"He is Mr. Y. It's hard to believe, isn't it? I still feel like I'm dreaming. The world is so big, how did he end up sponsoring me? Beijing is so big, how did I actually run into him on the street?"

Song Xingyun's mind was filled with the scene of her bumping into his arms yesterday...

“He used to help me, now it’s my turn to help him.”

She cupped Wenying's little face in her hands and rubbed it gently. "Wenwen, I'm so happy."

The next day, when Wen Ying woke up in Song Xingyun's bed, she didn't see her. Only when she went out of the room did she see the breakfast and note that Song Xingyun had left for her: "I went to work."

Wen Ying's lips twitched. "How can there be such hard-working animals who love going to work so much!"

Meanwhile, Song Xingyun was standing in front of Villa No. 9 again. She was glad that she hadn't drunk too much. As soon as the alarm rang, she got up. Otherwise, she would have suspected that she would be fired on the spot for being late on her first day of work.

"We meet again." Ying Qi greeted Song Xingyun once again today. He was very pleased with her punctuality. "Welcome to the Yu Group."

Although she was just a personal assistant, she was undeniably a member of the Yu Group.

Song Xingyun only found out how big a company she had joined was yesterday when Ying Qi sent her the company information. Her salary was even five times that of her previous job. She almost kowtowed to God on the spot.

Ying Qi took two steps and then stopped. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ying Qi, and I'm the boss's secretary. You can come to me with any problems you encounter in the future."

He originally wanted to say that he was her direct supervisor, but for some reason he remembered the time Yu Mushang hit him with his cane yesterday.

Song Xingyun nodded. She followed Ying Qi to an office different from yesterday's. As the door opened, the figure of the man sitting on the sofa unexpectedly came into her view.

When he looked toward the source of the sound and met Song Xingyun's gaze, her heart rate spiked so high that her wristwatch vibrated as a warning.

Ying Qi reached out his hand beside her, gesturing for her to come forward. She heard him whisper a reminder, "That's the boss, your client."

Song Xingyun swallowed hard, feigning composure as she finally took a step towards the man. She thought of countless opening lines for that short ten-meter stretch until she finally stood in front of him.

Song Xingyun looked into his still misty eyes, her throat tightened, and she spoke through a smile that was tinged with tears.

"Hello, Mr. Yu."

"I am your new personal assistant, Song Xingyun."

She finally met him formally. It had taken her seven years to walk this path to him.

Song Xingyun's gaze was focused on the man's face, trying to capture any slight change in his emotions, trying to see from his expression the possibility that he recognized her, but she did not notice that the man's hands, which were clasped together, tightened for a moment.

After a long silence, Yu Mushang finally spoke, "Hmm."

It was brief, indifferent, and very much in line with his personality.

Ying Qi had left sometime earlier, leaving only the two of them in the room. Yu Mushang stood up, and Song Xingyun instinctively reached out to help him. But as soon as she touched his forearm, she saw his brows furrow instantly, and she immediately let go.

"Feel sorry."

Yu Mushang's brows finally relaxed. "This is the third time Miss Song has apologized to me."

Upon hearing this, Song Xingyun's mouth dropped open. "You..."

Yu Mushang had already walked away from her. "We met the day before yesterday."

Song Xingyun then realized, "Yes, what a coincidence."

But after thinking about it, she felt she shouldn't hide it. "Actually, I only submitted my resume after seeing the job posting you left behind, sir. I never expected..."

She was afraid he would think she had ulterior motives or other schemes.

But Yu Mushang remained calm, saying, "It's probably fate."

Upon hearing the word "fate," Song Xingyun smiled behind him, "Yes, how can it not count?"

It was fate that brought them together.

"Mr. Yu is not quite what I imagined."

Yu Mushang had already walked to the coffee machine and looked like he was about to operate it. After saying that, Song Xingyun turned and ran towards him, stopping him. "Now that I'm your personal assistant, I should do these things."

Yu Mushang did not refuse, but simply echoed her previous question, "Imagine?"

Song Xingyun had worked at a coffee shop during her university years. She skillfully pulled a leaf onto the coffee and handed it to him. "Hmm, Mr. Yu looks very cold on the outside, but he is actually a warm-hearted person."

Yu Mushang took a sip of coffee to hide the smile on his lips. "You're seeing things."

Song Xingyun: ?

The next second, Ying Qi pushed open the door and entered, "Boss, I accidentally pressed a button on the control panel, and the program... gave an error..."

He only realized after he finished speaking that there was a third person in the room.

Yu Mushang said expressionlessly, "I think your life consists of only two words: 'reporting mistakes.' You've got such a big head just to show off your height."

Ying Qi followed behind him, practically stomping her feet, "Boss, give me some face in front of the newcomer."

Yu Mushang naturally wouldn't listen. "You want me to lie? My conscience won't allow it."

Yingqi: ......

Song Xingyun found their way of interacting novel; it didn't seem like a boss and subordinate relationship at all, but rather like that of friends...

This makes Yu Mushang seem more like a real person.

Ying Qi turned to Song Xingyun with an awkward smile, "You'll get used to it."

Song Xingyun, an observer, was also taken aback by Yu Mushang's sharp words. She waved her hands repeatedly, "Just get used to it yourself, don't drag me into it."

After saying that, she covered her mouth, having accidentally blurted out her true feelings while relaxed.

But Ying Qi didn't mind and made sure to explain to her, "Don't worry, the boss's sharp tongue is indiscriminate."

The next second, a slightly domineering male voice came from the front, "Song Xingyun, come here."

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