Chapter 37, The 37th Beam of Light: "Another Me in the World."...
When Song Xingyun saw the line she had typed, she felt like the sky had fallen. How could someone be so careless as to slip up like that! She immediately wanted to explain, "No, honey, I..."
Because of nervousness, she shouted out the words as she looked at them, as if she had suddenly developed "dyslexia." At that moment, she wished God would punch her into the ground.
Yu Mushang was initially surprised when he heard the three mechanical female voices calling out the address, but when he heard her say it herself, his heart, which had been heavy with anxiety, began to beat wildly uncontrollably again.
Still clinging to a sliver of hope, Song Xingyun asked, "Boss, you didn't hear anything, did you?" Her earlier flustered speech had become rapid, and her enunciation was no longer clear.
For the first time, Yu Mushang felt that this guy in front of him was really good at tormenting people. One second he said it was a misunderstanding, and the next second he personally pulled the person who wanted to hide back.
He could have gone along with her and pretended not to hear, but the words were already on his lips, and he didn't bother to cover for her at all. "Hear what?" Before Song Xingyun could even breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, "Honey? Was Assistant Song calling me?"
Song Xingyun's legs went weak and she almost couldn't stand up. "Slip of the tongue, it was all a slip of the tongue! Boss, please forget about it!"
After sighing inwardly, Yu Mushang said, "Okay, I'm leaving."
He led the centenarian out of the pavilion.
Song Xingyun dared not rest any longer and quickly chased after them.
The two walked one after the other, and their striking good looks attracted a lot of attention.
Some people even expressed concern, saying, "Why didn't this young man wait for others? He's so inconsiderate."
Song Xingyun was busy chasing after him and didn't have time to explain. The next second, she heard the next sentence from behind, "They're just having some fun as a couple! Didn't you hear that girl loudly calling 'husband' several times on her phone?"
The aunt's voice was very loud; Song Xingyun could hear it from ten meters away. Just then, she caught up with Yu Mushang, couldn't stop in time, and stumbled, bumping into his back. "Ugh..."
She covered her nose in pain, but thankfully Yu Mushang was steady and didn't fall over, thus manually stopping her "car." "How many more times is Assistant Song trying to sabotage me? Is she planning to usurp my position?"
Seeing that he could joke with her again, Song Xingyun knew that the past was over. "No, I will work hard and be loyal to my boss to the death." This was the only way she could express her determination now.
Yu Mushang raised an eyebrow. "Walk properly, don't force me to include 'don't plot against the boss' and 'don't flirt with the boss' in your KPIs." With that, he turned and continued walking.
As soon as he turned around, a bitter smile appeared on his lips; he still couldn't bear to sever ties with her.
In contrast, Song Xingyun became alert upon hearing the KPI, as it was directly linked to her salary. She hadn't done it intentionally, yet so many misunderstandings had arisen. She feared that if Yu Mushang actually did it, she might inadvertently cause a major incident…
Song Xingyun, get your act together! She patted her head to cheer herself up. The first thing she saw when she looked up was his back, tall and aloof. For some reason, Song Xingyun saw that same loneliness she felt that morning in him again…
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When the two returned safely to Villa No. 9, it was already dark. Song Xingyun rushed into the kitchen immediately, washing her hands as she asked for his opinion, "Let's have something simple, how about some oil-splashed noodles?"
This was the fastest menu she could think of at the moment. She was worried that Yu Mushang wouldn't be happy, but when the man passed by, he only replied, "You arrange it," and then disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
In just a few seconds, Song Xingyun had already mentally prepared the oil-splashed noodles, and when she actually put them into practice, she didn't hesitate at all.
"Sizzle..." When hot oil is poured onto the scallions and chili powder on top of the noodles, the aroma is irresistible, accompanied by the sound of the oil "exploding".
Yu Mushang came by smell.
The two sat quietly facing each other. Seeing that he was eating slowly and deliberately, Song Xingyun couldn't help but ask, "Is it delicious?"
Yu Mushang gave an affirmative answer, paused for a moment with his chopsticks, and casually asked, "Has anyone ever said it's not good?"
Without even thinking, Song Xingyun shook her head, "No, because only you have eaten it."
She learned to cook on her own after Song Huazhang passed away. When she was a child, she went to boarding school and ate the school's food. During holidays, Song Huazhang would come back to accompany her and cook different dishes for her every meal. When Song Xingyun thinks back now, she wants to laugh because of happiness, but she also wants to cry because of regret.
Seeing Yu Mushang's blank expression, she thought he didn't believe what she said. Remembering that this person didn't recognize her, she absentmindedly poked at the bowl with her chopsticks. "The thing I regret most in my twenty-odd years of life is that I never let my father taste my cooking."
She gave a bitter smile, "He did cook me a particularly lavish meal on the day he passed away, saying that I should have a good meal the day after I turned eighteen..."
The sadness that Song Xingyun unconsciously revealed in her words could not be hidden from Yu Mushang. He was not a very good person at comforting others, but it was because of his question that he felt this way. "I'm sorry."
Song Xingyun was surprised that he actually apologized to her, "It has nothing to do with you. I shouldn't have shown my emotions so easily. After all, it has nothing to do with work."
After thinking it over, Yu Mushang said slowly, "This is not working time."
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyun opened her mouth slightly, as his words stirred a desire to confide in him. "You're willing to listen to what I have to say?" Yes, he wasn't as cold-blooded as he appeared; how could she have forgotten?
Yu Mushang gave an irrelevant answer: "My parents passed away when I was nineteen in a car accident. I was depressed for a while, wondering why God didn't take me with him."
That year, she was eighteen, and he was nineteen.
Song Xingyun never expected that he would share his deep sorrow with her.
“Car accident, my dad was also in a car accident.” Looking at him, Song Xingyun felt like he was another version of herself in the world. “I’ve found that some of our life experiences and trajectories are quite similar, except that you have become someone much, much more capable than me.”
Yu Mushang recalled what he had learned about her through her earpiece during the interview. "Fate?" The word "fate" had appeared between them many times. Song Xingyun had never imagined that one day she would talk about "fate" face to face with her boss.
In response to her last sentence, Yu Mushang replied, "You've become a more versatile person than me now. For example, I can't paint, give massages, or cook."
Song Xingyun was unexpectedly praised, which pulled her out of her reverie. "Yes, my dad would be very pleased if he knew." If you recognized me, wouldn't you be pleased too?
The sky outside had completely darkened. Song Xingyun got up and turned on the wall lamp, which was dimly lit and warm. Taking advantage of the atmosphere, she blurted out, "It's perfect for a drink."
Unexpectedly, Yu Mushang overheard this and responded, "Then drink! Pick any wine you like from the wine cabinet." He was incredibly wealthy and generous.
Song Xingyun: ?
From the very first day she arrived at Villa No. 9, she noticed the overflowing wine cabinet; every bottle she picked out was quite expensive.
Sensing her hesitation, Yu Mushang slowly said, "Don't overthink it, just consider it an employee benefit."
Since he had said so, Song Xingyun was also very generous. Soon, wine glasses were placed in front of the two of them, and dark red liquid flowed into them, looking very tempting.
Song Xingyun placed the wine glass next to Yu Mushang, then picked up her own glass and clinked it against his. "Let's celebrate that we've both strived to become better people, growing towards the sun."
Hearing her voice, Yu Mushang's mind conjured up the face of a kind-looking middle-aged man who always had a smile on his face.
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