If it's not just a casual flirtation, then it's a ploy to play hard to get.

Mu Chen threw the ice pack into the trash can, then turned around and walked out of the office, saying, "I'm going to change my clothes."

He had been wearing his workout clothes since his morning run, and it was perfectly reasonable for him to go back and change into formal attire before starting work. Furthermore, it was even more logical that he was walking with Song Yunxi, as his room was on the same floor as Tantai Yi's.

While waiting for the elevator, Song Yunxi turned to look at Mu Chen and noticed that he looked unwell, so she didn't say what she wanted to say.

The elevator doors opened, and Mu Chen reached out and pressed the button to let Song Yunxi go in first, before he went in himself. He stood in front of her near the door, leaving her with only his tall and slender back.

Song Yunxi hesitated for a moment before finally breaking the silence: "President Mu."

Mu Chen responded softly, "Mm."

Just as he was waiting for her to explain why they were going to Tantai Yi's room again, he heard Song Yunxi say, "I think we can ask the human resources department to arrange some training on less commonly spoken languages. Even if people don't speak them much, at least they can use some everyday phrases to communicate with guests."

Mu Chen didn't expect her to suddenly bring up this topic. He turned to look at her and said in a cold tone, "Minor languages?"

"Yes. The customer just spoke Serbian, and indeed many software programs don't translate it. If our staff could speak some less common languages ​​like that, even if they don't use them every day, it would be good to have them in reserve, and it would save a lot of trouble when needed."

Mu Chen's tone remained indifferent, "Miss Song really cares a lot about her work."

Song Yunxi smiled, "Because I have a 20-year agreement with President Mu, of course I have to work hard."

The elevator stopped on the 30th floor. When the doors opened, Mu Chen did not step out of the elevator first as he had done before, but stood there motionless.

Song Yunxi didn't mind him blocking the doorway. Instead, she smiled and bowed slightly to him, saying, "Goodbye, President Mu." Then, she walked past him and out of the elevator just before the doors closed.

When Song Yunxi rang the doorbell, Tantai Yi was pushing his suitcase to the door. Upon opening the door and seeing Song Yunxi, Tantai Yi put on a smile.

"Miss Song, welcome."

The next second he noticed the red, swollen patch on Song Yunxi's forehead. "Miss Song is injured?"

Song Yunxi quickly raised her hand to cover her forehead and laughed, "I bumped into something, it's nothing."

Looking at the suitcase placed by the door, Song Yunxi asked in confusion, "Is Mr. Tantai leaving?" He said yesterday that he would stay for two more days.

"I have some urgent business to attend to at the company, so I'll be leaving this afternoon." Tantai Yi said, stepping aside to let Song Yunxi in and leading her to the office area of ​​the suite.

"I heard you ask those questions yesterday. Although I don't know what you're planning to do, I've compiled some information that might be useful to you." Tantai Yi handed Song Yunxi a neatly bound stack of documents from his desk.

Song Yunxi took the document and flipped through a few pages before looking up in delight: "It's useful. This information is very helpful to me. I really don't know how to thank Mr. Tantai."

Although Tantai Yi didn't charge her a consultation fee, she knew that these things would be very valuable if they were charged for. This was because the materials Tantai Yi gave her not only included publicly available information but also his own written suggestions.

As the largest consulting firm in the country, even real clients find it difficult to get Tantai Yi to personally serve them, let alone a stranger like her who has only known him for less than a day.

"If you wish to express your gratitude, would Miss Song do me the honor of having lunch with me?"

Song Yunxi smiled and nodded, "Of course, it's my honor."

*

Jiang Hailang sat in Mu Chen's office, pouring himself and Mu Chen a glass of red wine. Swirling his glass, he teased, "Wasn't Song Yunxi really flirting with you? How come she ran off with Tantai Yi? That doesn't make sense. How could someone as meticulous as her give up Mu Chen's powerful backer for an outsider who's of no use to her? Every slightly useful man in the entire Platinum Hotel has been flirted with by her, intentionally or unintentionally. Even me..." Jiang Hailang pointed to himself, "...was all 'killed with a tilt of her head' by her."

Sensing Mu Chen's displeased gaze, Jiang Hailang suddenly realized he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly explained insincerely, "It's not that you're useless. Who in the entire Platinum Hotel is more useful than you?"

However, I'm still a little curious. Who was it that told me yesterday that relationships shouldn't be discussed in the workplace, and that Song Yunxi was too scheming and I should be wary of her? What made you change your mind overnight? Now you're actually worried about her throwing herself at someone else?

At yesterday's party, after learning that Song Yunxi had left with Tantai Yi and recalling her various manipulative behaviors towards him, Mu Chen did indeed tell Jiang Hailang that Song Yunxi was too manipulative and scheming, and that he would not pay any attention to her, and that Jiang Hailang should not provoke her either.

At this moment, Mu Chen found the words "throwing herself into his arms" from Jiang Hailang's mouth extremely grating. "She went to talk to Tantai Yi about work."

Are you sure?

Seeing that Mu Chen didn't speak, Jiang Hailang took a sip of red wine and continued, "This Song Yunxi, either she really has no interest in you and was just flirting with you casually before, or she's using too many tricks and trying to play hard to get."

Mu Chen asked, "Then what should we do?"

Which relationship do you hope she has with you?

"nonsense."

Of course, it's a case of feigning indifference to lure the prey.

"I think we need to figure out what she means first, and then address the problem accordingly." Jiang Hailang said, then smiled and looked at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen, growing impatient as he waited for him to continue, frowned and urged, "Go on."

"Isn't Fu Meilin chasing after you? Why don't you put on an act, get close to Fu Meilin in front of Song Yunxi, and see Song Yunxi's reaction. If she turns around and leaves, then it's hopeless. If she gets jealous or picks a fight with Fu Meilin, then it's hopeful."

Mu Chen thought about it carefully; this method was worth trying. But…

"Fu Meilin won't do, find someone else."

Jiang Hailang smiled, looking on with amusement. "Afraid of her?"

"I don't have the energy to deal with irrelevant people."

So, he was still afraid, afraid that once he got involved, he wouldn't be able to get rid of her. He was too lazy to spend time getting rid of Fu Meilin.

As the two were talking, Jiang Hailang's phone rang. He waved to Mu Chen, turned around, and walked towards the door while answering the call.

"Miss, do you have some good news to tell me?" She paused for a few seconds and then continued, "Of course, it's because your husband is going to sign a contract with me." Just as she finished speaking, she closed the door to Mu Chen's office from the outside.

After listening to what the other person had to say, Jiang Hailang smiled and joked, "How could that be? Even without signing a contract, you're still my favorite lady. Eating with the ladies is what makes me happiest."

Lin Xiaoran was carrying a stack of documents, intending to deliver them to the secretary in the general manager's office, when she bumped into Jiang Hailang, who was walking and talking on the phone. The documents fell to the ground with a clatter.

Jiang Hailang said into the phone, "Wait for me, I'll be right there." Then he hung up and knelt down to help Lin Xiaoran pick up the documents.

"Thank you, Mr. Lang." Lin Xiaoran hugged the stack of documents back into her arms, then turned to leave.

Jiang Hailang stopped her: "Hey, you're just going to leave after saying thank you?"

Lin Xiaoran looked up at Jiang Hailang, waiting for him to say what he would say next.

His pair of curved, almond-shaped eyes stared at her without blinking. "You're Song Yunxi's assistant, right?"

Lin Xiaoran smiled and nodded emphatically: "Yes."

"How about I treat you to dinner?" His words were unusually gentle, but his gaze never left her face.

Lin Xiaoran was stunned for a moment before speaking softly, "But you already made an appointment with someone."

Jiang Hailang laughed, "I didn't say we'd eat today. How about we add each other on WeChat? I'll treat you tomorrow?"

"oh."

Lin Xiaoran agreed, tilted the pile of documents in her arms to the left, held them with one hand, and then reached into her pocket with her right hand to take out her phone.

Just as she was about to operate with one hand and open WeChat to bring up the QR code, Jiang Hailang reached out and took her phone.

He opened Lin Xiaoran's WeChat, looked at her nickname, and exclaimed with a smile, "Wow, Taro Boba? What a cute name."

Then Jiang Hailang scanned Lin Xiaoran's WeChat QR code with his own phone, then clicked "accept" to add her as a friend on Lin Xiaoran's phone, and finally sent her a heart emoji.

Lin Xiaoran stood there, holding the pile of documents in her arms, craning her neck to watch Jiang Hailang finish writing in one go.

Jiang Hailang looked up and saw Lin Xiaoran's expression of watching a show, as if he wasn't just using her phone to add her on WeChat, but rather doing something that greatly interested her.

Jiang Hailang smiled and returned Lin Xiaoran's phone. Before she could even reach out to take it, he leaned closer to her, bent down, and put the phone into her pocket.

"I'll send you a WeChat message later, mwah."

He was so close to her, so close that the warm air flowing between them as he spoke could almost touch her face. And when she heard him call her "bobo" at the end, she suddenly laughed. Girls who like watching Korean dramas know that Korean girls often sweetly ask their boyfriends for "bobo," which means a kiss.

But when Jiang Hailang said those words, Lin Xiaoran felt they were inexplicably...greasy.

*

As soon as Song Yunxi returned to her office, she saw Lin Xiaoran's phone beep a few times before she chuckled while holding it.

Song Yunxi asked, "What's wrong?"

"These emojis that Lang sent me are hilarious!" Lin Xiaoran excitedly ran to Song Yunxi and handed her her phone. Then she pressed the save button on the phone. "I'm going to save this so I can use it in emoji battles with others later."

Song Yunxi chuckled and teased, "Didn't you say he was a player with a huge fishpond? Why did you add him on WeChat?"

"I ran into him outside the general manager's office just now. He asked to add me on WeChat, so I did. After all, he's a leader, so I had to give him some face." Lin Xiaoran suddenly remembered, "Oh right, he was just about to have dinner with his fish. He also said he would treat me to dinner tomorrow."

"Aren't you afraid that you might accidentally become one of his fish?"

Lin Xiaoran sat back in her seat and said in a light tone, "I'm not afraid. I don't like those greasy old men anyway."

She thought Lang Zong was handsome, but he wasn't her type. She had always only liked clean-cut, sunny boys.

The idea that an age gap of more than three years creates a generation gap is absolutely scientifically based. Otherwise, a man like Jiang Hailang, who is handsome, rich, and has a great physique, would be considered a high-quality man by others, but in the eyes of a young girl like Lin Xiaoran, he would be seen as a greasy old man.

Song Yunxi secretly rejoiced that she was less than three years younger than Lin Xiaoran, otherwise she might have been classified as greasy like Jiang Hailang.

It seems she needs to take some time to replenish her collagen. Back in Korea, she used to often go out for grilled pork skin with her good friend Bae Yoo-na.

Opening her email, she found another message from Pei Youna: "Mr. Li Shenghuan asked about your whereabouts again today. Aren't you going to tell him?"

"Hmm. I won't tell."

After replying to the email, Song Yunxi felt that her decision not to tell Pei Youna where she had gone, but to contact her only through email, was very wise.