Chapter 12, Twelfth Beam of Light: "I want to take care of you!"
Song Xingyun's heart skipped a beat, "No way... I need to bribe you with anything..."
She suddenly became afraid to admit it.
At the dinner table, Ying Qi was only allowed to sit down by Yu Mushang after paying for the meal. Ying Qi happily pushed the money into his hand, saying, "Boss, please take the money."
Yu Mushang dodged the hand. "The food I cooked?"
Ying Qi understood immediately, and Song Xingyun didn't stand on ceremony and put it in her pocket. Ying Qi was stunned by how quickly she did it, and then she heard the girl say, "I don't take money from big idiots."
She got up to wash her hands, not noticing the upturned lips of Yu Mushang as he lowered his head.
The grilled fish received unanimous praise, but Song Xingyun waited a long time without hearing the two of them mention Yu Mushang's back injury. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Boss's injury... isn't serious, is it?"
Ying Qi was busy eating, and before she could think, she blurted out, "It's quite serious; we need dressings and massage."
Yu Mushang: ...
"Mind your own business."
Ying Qi then remembered what Yu Mushang had told him not to mention in the car. She glanced at him guiltily, but to her surprise, Yu Mushang's face wasn't as sour as she had imagined, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah..." Song Xingyun hadn't expected it to be so serious. "What should we do?"
While observing the situation, Ying Qi added, "I was just asking the boss if we needed to hire a caregiver, but he refused."
Perhaps feeling he'd already said it all, and seeing that Yu Mushang seemed to have given up and wasn't reacting at all, Ying Qi continued even more enthusiastically, "If we don't hire a caregiver, I'm afraid it will be quite troublesome for him to take care of himself. His back injury is troublesome..."
Hearing this, Yu Mushang spoke up again, "I think you're full."
Ying Qi frantically shoveled rice into her mouth, exclaiming, "I'm not full! I paid 100 yuan!"
Song Xingyun felt uncomfortable seeing and hearing this. She thought that this man must have a very strong sense of pride to be unwilling to hire a caregiver...
She ate the meal somewhat absentmindedly.
In the afternoon, Song Xingyun used the money Ying Qi had given her for lunch to buy three cups of milk tea, and used the rest to buy canned food for the two Labradors, aiming to "share the spoils" for today's afternoon tea.
When the milk tea arrived, she was slumped over the table with a worried look on her face, a stark contrast to her usual energetic self. This caught Ying Qi's attention. "What are you thinking about?"
Song Xingyun was lost in thought when she heard the question and mechanically blurted out, "I'm wondering if the boss will accept my medical bills back." After saying that, she sat up straight, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back onto the table when she didn't see Yu Mushang.
Ying Qi laughed loudly after hearing this clearly, "What? You're going to throw money at the boss?"
Song Xingyun made a "shh" gesture at him, "Keep your voice down!"
Ying Qi picked up her own cup of milk tea, poked the straw in, and took a sip. Thinking that she was worried about her job, she comforted her, "Don't worry, the boss won't fire you for this. Why don't you take the milk tea in and appease him?"
Song Xingyun shrank further into the chair. "You go and deliver it."
Ying Qi refused, saying, "Whoever bought it should give it to me; that shows sincerity. He likes this flavor, and that's a secret. I'm just telling you secretly."
Song Xingyun finally relaxed a little when she heard the second half of the sentence, because she remembered the tip Ying Qi had given her when she was ordering, which shocked her greatly. "He actually likes this kind of thing?"
Despite his cold demeanor, Yu Mushang secretly enjoys sweet milk tea, the kind that's very sugary and has to have small pearls added.
This made Song Xingyun less afraid when she brought milk tea to his office and saw that expressionless man. She even felt that he was cute. The moment Yu Mushang looked up, she seemed to see five big words floating above his head: "I want to drink milk tea!"
Yu Mushang hadn't heard any footsteps approaching. After a moment of confusion, he leaned back lazily in his soft chair. "Could Assistant Song be secretly watching me, lost in thought?"
Song Xingyun, finally snapping out of her daze because of his words: ...
She wondered how she managed to get caught repeatedly by a visually impaired person; it was incredibly embarrassing.
Song Xingyun tried her best to keep her voice steady, "No, I was waiting for the boss to finish what he was doing, so I didn't dare to disturb him."
After she finished speaking, she bit her tongue. She was the one who knocked on the door earlier, and now she was the one saying she didn't dare to disturb her. It was simply impossible to explain herself.
Yu Mushang didn't intend to give her any "face." He tapped the Blindfold pen he was still holding lightly on the table, "Assistant Song, has anyone told you...?"
He paused halfway through his sentence, but the tapping continued, making Song Xingyun, who was already feeling guilty, even more uneasy. "What?"
Yu Mushang's gray eyes suddenly looked at her, and he parted his thin lips slightly, "Has anyone ever told you that you are not good at lying?"
Song Xingyun was speechless for a moment, feeling both annoyed and frustrated. If he could sense that, then could he also sense the nonsense she had spouted several times before?
But Yu Mushang didn't leave her at a loss for long, because his next sentence was like tearing away all her various "pretenses" and forcefully inserting the light that could heal everything. He said, "Here, I hope you can be yourself."
"Boss..." As if sensing Song Xingyun's surprise, and knowing that what he said might cause some misunderstanding or confusion, Yu Mushang didn't care and lowered his head to flip through the documents he hadn't finished reading. "Don't try to play tricks."
The sudden harsh words made Song Xingyun chuckle. "Sorry, I'm about to commit another act of insubordination."
Upon hearing this, Yu Mushang seemed to recall something, and his expression darkened. "During work hours, it is forbidden to praise the boss as cute."
Song Xingyun: ...
Does this man, Damn, really have mind-reading abilities?
She wanted to say something more, but Yu Mushang asked her impatiently what her purpose was. Song Xingyun then remembered the milk tea in her hand and quickly placed it next to him. "Afternoon tea, very sweet with small pearls."
After Song Xingyun finished speaking, she finally noticed the unease on Yu Mushang's face. Before the man could refuse the afternoon tea, she preemptively said, "There's nothing shameful about liking sweet milk tea, boss. Enjoy your tea. I'm going to get back to work now."
After saying that, she ran away, not daring to look back at Yu Mushang's expression. She had truly defied her superior today.
When Ying Qi saw her return, he asked gossipily, "Did you appease her?"
"Huh?" Song Xingyun gestured for her colleague, who often spoke without thinking, to shut up. "Stop talking nonsense!"
Ying Qi's image at the Yu family was that of a serious and unsmiling man, but at Villa No. 9 he was very approachable. No wonder Song Xingyun didn't feel that he was authoritative, because he was just too similar to her gossipy colleagues at her previous company.
Ying Qi persisted, "You didn't coax me? Then what were you doing inside for so long?"
Song Xingyun picked up a paintbrush and started scribbling. "I didn't do anything, I just gave the milk tea to the boss."
"Really?" Ying Qi didn't believe it.
Song Xingyun stopped writing, looked up, and asked after a few seconds with a troubled expression, "Does praising him for being cute count as coaxing him?"
Yingqi: ...
"You're really bold."
Song Xingyun sighed, thinking of her past relationship with Yu Mushang, "Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Ying Qi happened to be called away by a phone call, which gave Song Xingyun a lot of peace and quiet, but she couldn't help but think of a solution.
At night, she lay on the edge of the bed, her hand dangling over the edge, idly stroking Changming's fur. "Are you sensitive to different beds?"
He lived a long life without speaking, only snoring.
Song Xingyun chuckled and patted Changming's head lightly, "You're so carefree."
As she drifted off to sleep, she made a decision in her heart.
*
In the morning, Changming looked at his owner, who was pulling a large suitcase, with great curiosity. He circled the suitcase, looked at it, and licked it. Song Xingyun was disgusted by his drool and said, "Don't be curious. I'm just taking you on vacation."
Changming barked twice, and whether he understood or not, the dog became excited.
Unexpectedly, the car they got into took a familiar route, and the two eventually stopped in front of Villa No. 9.
When Song Xingyun and Changming looked at each other, she saw a hint of disappointment and said with amusement, "You really want to go on vacation! All you think about is playing!"
Long-lived, familiar with the place, rushed into the small garden and "mingled" with Hundred-year-old again.
When Ying Qi saw the person dragging a large suitcase, her voice rose, "Oh, isn't this our Assistant Song? Coming to work with a suitcase, did you run away from home?"
For the first time, Song Xingyun wanted to press her lips against his, "Didn't we initially agree on living together? It's become more convenient recently..."
Ying Qi didn't think much of it. "Alright, I'll start letting you work on the project in a few days. Start working overtime, girl."
Song Xingyun: ...
Are capitalists really not afraid that I'll run away?
Yu Mushang, who had been silent since the sound of the suitcase wheels appeared, clicked his tongue and said, "You scared them away, are you going to give me an assistant in return?"
Ying Qi shut up, secretly laughing at her boss's slyness.
Song Xingyun didn't dare to reply, dragging her suitcase and walking away without even saying goodbye.
After so many days, she is no longer the little assistant who couldn't find her room, couldn't remember the route, and got lost.
After putting her suitcase in the room, Song Xingyun hummed a little tune and was about to get back to work when she bumped into the man who was heading back to his room at a fork in the road. Now she had no choice but to greet him, "Hello, boss."
Yu Mushang stopped in his tracks. "I thought Assistant Song had become so bold that she wouldn't even greet the boss anymore."
She didn't say good morning to him today.
Song Xingyun naturally couldn't hear his thoughts, and since she hadn't called out to anyone when she entered, she said, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to put my luggage away."
Yu Mushang didn't pursue the matter further. After considering it for a moment, he asked, "Why did you move in so suddenly?"
Song Xingyun stammered, "Didn't I already say..."
But the man clearly didn't believe her. She then remembered his comment from yesterday that she wasn't good at lying, and in the end, she couldn't resist asking, "Didn't you have a back injury?"
"It's because I was injured."
Yu Mushang's heart skipped a beat. "So?"
Song Xingyun stopped beating around the bush and directly stated the decision she had been thinking about all day yesterday, as if she were going to lay her cards on the table: "So, I'm going to take care of you!"
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