Chapter 21, the 21st Beam of Light: "A picture of a naked man with eight-pack abs."...
Yu Mushang had already turned away, leaving only a dry statement: "If you really fall ill, your lost wages will be deducted at 1% of your salary."
Song Xingyun clutched her pocket, her previously drowsy mind clearing up considerably. She unconsciously increased the force with which she petted the dog with her other hand, and Changming barked once and ran away.
She watched the man's "heartless" back and shook her head, clicking her tongue. "He could have just robbed me, but he still wants to deduct it from my salary."
Little did they know that the man's smile had spread across his face. "I can see that. You're not too stupid."
Ying Qi stopped in his tracks as he passed by. "Boss, what's got you so happy?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Mushang's expression immediately changed. Using his white cane as a reminder, he avoided Ying Qi and only responded indifferently as he passed in front of him, "I remembered you were moving out."
Yingqi: ?
Am I really that annoying? Waaah, "Boss, you're not going to throw a party to celebrate me moving out, are you?"
Yu Mushang stopped in his tracks. “Good idea. Let Song Xingyun handle it.”
Yingqi: ?
The person who was called out, who had just come out of the sunroom, was also full of question marks. "What?"
Yu Mushang had already walked into the office without looking back.
Song Xingyun sighed, glanced at Ying Qi and said resentfully, "You're about to leave and you still leave me with this kind of task."
Ying Qi sighed, mimicking her, and turned her gaze away from Yu Mushang's office door. "Why don't you try to keep an eye on the boss?"
Song Xingyun: ?
"What right do I have to tell the boss what I'm doing?"
Ying Qi, still lost in her own thoughts, stroked her chin, wondering, "The boss wasn't always this restless. He never even celebrated his own birthday. Now, to celebrate me moving out, he's throwing a party..."
He then looked at Song Xingyun and said, “The boss just loves me too much. I told him he definitely wouldn’t listen. You go and try to persuade him. If you can’t, just handle it quietly.”
Song Xingyun's mind was filled with thoughts of him not celebrating his birthday.
As soon as Ying Qi finished speaking, he was about to pat her shoulder. When Song Xingyun saw this, she dodged to the side, and Ying Qi stopped his movement. He grabbed the hand that almost "made a mistake" with his other hand and muttered, "You almost knocked my rice bowl away."
Song Xingyun didn't hear him clearly, but she felt that he was talking nonsense. She watched as one by one they left, leaving her alone in the huge hall. She pressed her temples, which were still a little sore, and said, "It seems like we can't even find a normal person in this family."
Yu Mushang and Ying Qi sneezed at the same time.
Song Xingyun sat back in her seat, no longer sleepy at all. She picked up the sketchbook beside her, twirled the pencil she grabbed in her hand several times, and then began to write absentmindedly.
Seemingly absent-minded, lost in thought, the figure on the paper gradually took shape under her brush, until the last stroke of the abs was completed. She looked at the handsome face in the drawing, "This...this isn't..."
"What is it?" Yu Mushang's voice rang out right behind Song Xingyun, startling her so much that she dropped the pencil in her hand.
The pencil made a sound as it hit the table, and Yu Mushang heard it keenly. "Drawing?"
"How...how did you know?" Song Xingyun stammered, waving her hand in front of his eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he didn't even blink. She thought to herself, "Damn it, I thought he could see."
Yu Mushang reached out and touched the sketchbook on the table. "I could tell from listening to it."
God closed one door for him, but gave him an even greater ability.
Yu Mushang sensed the nervousness in her stammering words. "You still haven't answered me, what are you drawing?" He mentally analyzed the situation, wondering if it was possible that...
Song Xingyun slapped down the drawing of a shirtless handsome man on the paper. "No, I... I'm drawing a dog, yes, a dog." Dog Boss...
Yu Mushang narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then why are you nervous?"
Song Xingyun started spouting nonsense as soon as she opened her mouth, "I've painted a hundred years old but haven't painted longevity yet. I'm just afraid they'll find out and get jealous..." As she spoke, she slowly pulled the edge of the sketchbook back from Yu Mushang's hand.
She didn't notice that Yu Mushang raised the smart white cane in his hand slightly, and naturally, she couldn't hear the image analysis given by the smart white cane system in the man's earpiece: "Naked man identified."
A naked man? A dog? Which man did she draw? Is she lying? What is she trying to hide?
Yu Mushang's lips twitched. "You really are something, Song Xingyun."
Song Xingyun looked up and saw the man's stern face. "Boss, you..."
But before she could finish speaking, the man opened his arms to her. "Draw a dog during lunch break." A man? He said this through gritted teeth, and sneered, "The drawing paper is confiscated."
"Huh?" Song Xingyun never expected this to happen, but she dared not disobey her boss. She thought to herself that it was a good thing he couldn't see her. Just as she was about to make a move, she heard the man say impatiently, "Don't dawdle."
Song Xingyun: ?
That sounds familiar... He's copying me!
Song Xingyun tore off a piece of drawing paper and handed it to him. The man took it and turned to leave, looking angry. Song Xingyun's temples started to ache again. "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger" became a vivid image once more.
Unfortunately, the man with sharp ears overheard this, and he paused for half a second, feeling heartbroken.
Yu Mushang clenched the drawing paper in his hand. How could he allow this "naked man" to linger in front of her? He went back to his office and stuffed the drawing paper deep into the drawer. Although he was secretly angry, he was not so careless as to throw the thing she had created into the trash can.
Meanwhile, Song Xingyun looked at the missing page in the sketchbook and sighed regretfully, "I should have secretly taken a picture of it before giving it to him. It seems to be quite well drawn." Yes, she hadn't had a chance to properly appreciate the "masterpiece" she had unintentionally created.
She thought for a moment, then shook her head, pressing the back of her hand against her slightly flushed cheeks. "Just remember it, why did you draw it! Luckily the boss can't see it." Who else could that handsome man with eight-pack abs on the drawing be but Yu Mushang?
An afternoon passed, and Song Xingyun remained at her post, diligently studying and working, until the clock hands pointed to the number "5," at which point she stretched.
She glanced back at the office door that had been closed all afternoon. "That's strange. Why hasn't the boss made a sound all afternoon?" He usually had to call her several times.
"Is he still angry?"
"Could it be that she felt unwell and fainted?"
As she muttered to herself, she suddenly stood up.
Yu Mushang spent the entire afternoon remotely processing and optimizing the system parameters of the new version of the smart cane on the touchscreen. He dared not let himself be idle, otherwise he would be tempted to delve into Song Xingyun's painting of the "naked man". He had not adjusted his emotions, so he restrained his desire to contact her.
Is she really afraid of me? She hasn't made a sound all afternoon, as if she wants to avoid me at all costs?
Thinking of this, Yu Mushang leaned back in his chair, feeling somewhat helpless.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door. He opened his eyes abruptly, but before he could react, the knocking grew more urgent and frequent. Before he could even call out "Come in," the person outside had already pushed the door open and entered. "Boss!"
Song Xingyun's voice was quite loud, and Yu Mushang was puzzled by the worry contained in it. The next second, the person had already run to his side.
"Are you alright?" Song Xingyun asked, looking him up and down. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw nothing amiss. "Why didn't you answer when I knocked? I thought something had happened to you inside..."
Yu Mushang's heart, which had been clenched with anxiety all afternoon, finally softened. He gently twirled two fingers together, then looked up at her. "Worried about me?"
Song Xingyun honestly agreed, "Of course." You're my boss, if something happens to you I can't escape responsibility.
Yu Mushang was pleased with her frankness, and his expression relaxed. "Then this time you barged in without my permission, I won't hold it against you."
Song Xingyun: ...
Seeing that he was alright, she was about to turn around and leave when the man stopped her, saying, "So, what did you do this afternoon? Since you're already here, do today's test."
He wanted to spend some time with her.
Song Xingyun obediently began to report on her work. As Yu Mushang knew, she was an extremely self-disciplined person in both her studies and work, requiring no supervision. With that kind of self-discipline, she would succeed in whatever she did.
Yu Mushang had already prepared the questions, and Song Xingyun sat opposite him to begin answering them. As soon as she touched the Braille, a smile spread across her face, because the questions Yu Mushang had given were sentences from the short stories in the Braille book she had been reading the night before.
For some reason, this feeling of "tacit understanding" made her heart itch.
She stumbled and struggled last night, but got a perfect score today, which surprised Yu Mushang. "You really can do anything."
Anyone else would have answered modestly, but Song Xingyun accepted his praise without hesitation, even with a touch of playfulness, "It won't be difficult at all. Boss, you'll have to put more thought into the questions tomorrow."
She felt like a warrior after answering, but she had the right to be confident, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand in front of him like this now.
Yu Mushang continued working on the touchscreen, while Song Xingyun watched as strings of incomprehensible code flashed across the connected computer screen. At that moment, the man working so diligently became incredibly attractive to her, and she even wanted to stay a little longer.
Song Xingyun noticed the water glass beside him, which had been empty for a long time, and went to pour some water herself. When she returned, the man seemed to have finished his work and was leaning back with his eyes closed, resting. "Boss, would you like some water?"
Yu Mushang thought she had left, but he didn't expect her to come back.
Seeing that his complexion wasn't very good and his hands seemed to be hanging limply at his sides, Song Xingyun asked, "Are you feeling unwell? How about I feed you?"
Yu Mushang sat up straight immediately. "No need."
He was afraid that her impulsive nature might cause him to spill water on his shirt when she fed him.
The man took the water glass, took a sip, and put it down. He clearly didn't want her to leave, but he still tried to subtly ask her to leave, "Assistant Song, are you planning to stay and chat instead?"
Song Xingyun was slightly taken aback. She suddenly wanted to know about his seven years together, and she replied, "May I?"
Yu Mushang was surprised that she wasn't running away today. Was she chatting? His first thought was of the painting he had confiscated at noon earlier that day.
Countless topics flashed through Song Xingyun's mind, but she was still a step behind him. She heard the man say with an ambiguous expression, "Oh? Then let's talk about who the nude man you drew today is?"
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