Chapter 42, The 42nd Beam of Light: "She secretly..."
After a few seconds of silence, Qiangqiang smiled again and said, "Then you should rest well. I won't disturb you any longer."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away.
Yu Mushang stopped again, and remained standing still until there was no more sound outside.
On the way, Song Xingyun ran into Ying Qi and asked, "Running so fast, aren't you afraid of falling?"
She slowed her pace, squatted down, and touched the baby at his feet, concealing her emotions. "Where is your good brother?"
Ying Qi knew she was asking about Changming. "Changming is eating canned food in the sunroom." As he said this, he looked around and covered his mouth with his hand, whispering, "The boss told me to stop giving Changming canned food for another day. Could it be that... Changming attacked him last night?"
Changming is now being cared for alongside Baisui, and Villa No. 9 even covers Changming's daily expenses. Ying Qi explained that this is part of the employee benefits. Song Xingyun has repeatedly exclaimed that she has found a wonderful job, and she vowed to work hard and dedicate herself to the company.
When Song Xingyun heard Ying Qi say that, her mood immediately shifted. She shook her head. "I don't know either." She had a headache. "Could it be because of this?"
She injured him and his dog last night? Is that why he's "cutting ties" with her?
The more Song Xingyun thought about it, the more likely it seemed. From this perspective, both she and Changming were dangerous elements to Yu Mushang. Thinking of this, she pouted, "Thank you for telling me, but if the boss finds out you disobeyed his orders, wouldn't that...?"
Actually, if Ying Qi told her, she could just buy another jar for Changming.
Ying Qi waved his hand dismissively, "The boss is probably just angry. It's just a jar, he won't count it anyway." After saying that, he covered his mouth, "I didn't take any kickbacks from this."
He almost talked himself into a hole.
Song Xingyun naturally knew that he wasn't that kind of person. Hearing him say that the boss was probably just angry, she inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. "The boss told me not to pay any more attention to his back injury and that I didn't need to give him physical therapy. I guess he doesn't trust me. Well, that makes sense, given my lack of qualifications."
Seeing the disappointment creeping onto her face as she spoke, Ying Qi hissed, "Alright, I'll arrange for top-notch doctors. Don't worry about the boss's back injury. But you'll need to speed up your comic book writing."
Song Xingyun was finally relieved after hearing his arrangement. "Then you have to keep your word, a top-notch doctor." As for the comics, she would prioritize them from now on.
After a brief chat, she went to the sunroom to check on the longevity plants.
When Song Xingyun arrived, Changming had just finished eating and drinking. She squatted down next to it, petted it, and then cupped its face in her hands and said very seriously, "Tell your mother, did you attack him last night?"
After asking her, she released it, extended her left hand and said "Yes," then extended her right hand and said "No." This allowed Changming to choose.
Everyone says Labrador Retrievers are smart, but Changming's eyes were filled with clear stupidity at this moment. Song Xingyun was not giving up, "He is my boss, the handsome guy who often comes to watch you guys play."
After explaining, she asked again, this time taking out a small snack and placing it on the left, saying, "Yes," then taking a jar and placing it on the right, saying, "No."
This time, Changming rushed into her arms and acted coquettishly, knocking her down from her squatting position. Song Xingyun asked helplessly, "Is it there or not?"
But Changming just kept rubbing his head against her, so she could only guess, "Are you demonstrating to me how you bump into him?"
"Really?"
Long-lived barked, and Song Xingyun became uncertain again.
She felt she hadn't spent enough time with Changming lately, and was even starting to lose track of its meaning. She lowered her head, "I can't do this." She wondered, maybe? Perhaps? Maybe? She wasn't sure, so she could only "emphasize" it to Changming again.
"Okay, you can play now. Mom has work to do." With that, she let go of Changming and left the sunroom.
Changming, the dog, was stunned for a few seconds. She didn't see Changming frantically slapping the can on the right with its paws after she left.
Song Xingyun found the camera in her backpack from yesterday, returned to her workstation to charge it, and took out the memory card from it.
Just as the card reader was plugged into the computer, Ying Qi's voice suddenly rang out from behind her, "You won't get extra pay for voluntarily working overtime on the weekend." He thought that his earlier urging of the manuscript had provoked Song Xingyun, so he added, "Well, the comic isn't in a rush to be finished this weekend."
Song Xingyun nodded several times like a chick pecking at rice, "I know."
Ying Qi probably didn't know about her "private trip" with Yu Mushang yesterday?
For some reason, she didn't want the "gossip king" in front of her to see the photos on the camera at this moment. Noticing that he was holding car keys, she tentatively asked him, "Are you getting ready to go out?"
Ying Qi nodded, "I'm going back to the old house. If the boss hadn't called me to clean up early this morning, I probably wouldn't have come today."
Song Xingyun gave an awkward laugh, after all, she had drunk almost all the alcohol herself last night, and Ying Qi had to clean up the mess in the end. "I'll be more careful next time."
Ying Qi didn't take it to heart, yawned and slipped away, "I'm leaving. You and the boss can take care of dinner yourselves. The boss said he wants to order takeout, so you can rest for one more meal."
He recalled the freezing expression on Yu Mushang's face when he saw him earlier, and fearing that Song Xingyun's insistence on cooking and not letting him eat takeout would anger him, he offered a friendly reminder.
Song Xingyun nodded to indicate that she understood. It just so happened that she really wasn't in the mood to cook today, and her appetite hadn't returned. Although she didn't like takeout, she felt that the boss had been considerate of her in an unseen way.
Thinking about this made her feel even more ashamed of what she had done to him last night; she was truly a scoundrel. o(╥﹏╥)o
In the master bedroom, Yu Mushang had intended to catch up on sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did. Remembering the instructions he had given Ying Qi, he got up irritably, "She probably still cooks, doesn't she? She's already drunk, doesn't she get tired?"
At the time, Ying Qi asked if he was worried that Song Xingyun was getting tired, but he didn't admit it.
You can fool others, but you can't fool yourself.
Meanwhile, Song Xingyun sat blankly in her office chair, countless remedial measures flashing through her mind, but she couldn't grasp any of them. Finally, she sighed and came back to her senses, only to find that Ying Qi's figure was no longer visible. Only then did she feel relieved and continue with the previous actions.
She absentmindedly opened the memory card, and Yu Mushang's face in the photo immediately came into view again.
Song Xingyun knew that these photos would probably be entered into the system programs of those blind aid products and all of them would have to be submitted. Originally, she was just trying to check if there were any unusable photos, but she ended up doing something that was not exactly honorable.
"The boss didn't say we couldn't store it..."
She made a copy of Yu Mushang's photo as if by some strange impulse...
While Song Xingyun was making her hand movements, she would occasionally look around suspiciously.
Even she herself felt it was a bit exaggerated. She sat up straight, cleared her throat, and muttered to herself, "I didn't do anything wrong! What's there to be afraid of?"
Yu Mushang appeared just as he finished composing himself, and overheard her asking, "So what kind of bad thing are you doing?"
Song Xingyun was so frightened that she jumped up from her chair like a cat with its fur standing on end, her hand haphazardly blocking the copy progress bar on the desktop. "No, I didn't do anything bad."
As she spoke, she glanced warily at the smart cane in the man's hand, then glared at it warningly, trying to shut it up.
Little did Yu Mushang know that at that moment, he was already hearing the "interpretation" transmitted by the smart cane in his earphones: "A woman is gesturing wildly and staring at you."
Yu Mushang: ?
Are you sure you're glaring at me and not at me?
Song Xingyun thought to herself that this smart cane probably wasn't smart enough to completely translate her thoughts. She glanced at the man's eyes and his expressionless face, and asked calmly, "Boss, are you feeling better?"
As she asked the question, her gaze slowly drifted down to the man's waist.
Yu Mushang didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he just gave a faint "hmm" and turned to go to the sunroom.
In the past, she would have followed him out of concern, but remembering his earlier warning, Song Xingyun stopped in her tracks.
Just then, the computer beeped, indicating that the file copy was complete. Only then did she sit down again and begin carefully selecting the photos one by one.
Upon seeing the photo of the two of them together, the action of pressing "next" stopped again.
She looked at it repeatedly.
Especially when you see the best and most natural candid photo, she is smiling and looking up at him, and he is smiling warmly too. The two seem to blend into the sunflower field behind them. Everything is so bright and energetic, and even, there is affection.
Yes, there are feelings involved.
The more you look at the group photos, the hotter your face gets.
"How can this person laugh so much?" She was amazed to find that Yu Mushang always smiled in photos with her, a smile that was perfect from every angle, making her heart flutter.
Song Xingyun crossed out the photos and lay face down on the table. "I promised them I'd stay away, what's going on now?" Her bad mood was actually cured by those photos.
"He shouldn't dislike me, right?" Otherwise, why would he laugh so much next to me?
After letting her mind wander for a while, she rallied herself, categorized the photos according to the richness of their elements, and submitted them in a package.
After doing all that, she approached the sunroom, where the sounds of Changming and Baisui frolicking could be heard. The man was sitting in a wicker chair, quietly basking in the gentlest afternoon sunlight. Song Xingyun also calmed down and decided to "keep company" with them from a distance for a while, provided that the two Labrador Retrievers didn't notice her.
She had been paying close attention to Yu Mushang, so much so that when he slightly turned his head in her direction, Song Xingyun's first reaction was to hide.
Then she belatedly realized she had been a bit silly. "Sigh, why are you hiding? He can't see you." If only he could see her. Song Xingyun thought that when she saw Ying Qi next time, she would ask him about the possibility of Yu Mushang regaining his sight.
In short, the remaining time of the rest day passed uneventfully.
*
A month has passed quietly, along with the green on the leaves.
In the yard of Villa No. 9, some leaves were already beginning to tremble and fall.
Song Xingyun worked diligently, and to prevent any more "collision incidents," she raised her voice considerably. Yu Mushang wasn't used to it at first, because she was clearly standing far away from him to keep her distance.
Is it necessary to go to this extent?
He had the smart cane estimate the distance. Except when Song Xingyun was eating and only one table away from him, she kept a distance of two to three meters from him. Fortunately, he didn't see it with his own eyes, otherwise it would have been more heartbreaking than hearing it with his own ears.
He sometimes regretted what he said that day.
That day, Song Xingyun was reporting on her work progress from a great distance, looking rather listless.
Ying Qi walked past her and quietly asked, "Don't you think the boss has become more sarcastic and indifferent this month?"
Song Xingyun nodded stiffly, and sure enough, the next second she heard Yu Mushang say, "Your voice is so soft, did Villa No. 9 not feed you two?"
Ying Qi slipped away quickly, leaving Song Xingyun alone, racking her brains.
After a month of shouting reports from a distance, her vocal cords had become quite thick. Coupled with the changing seasons and some cold symptoms, she drooped her head and said, "My throat hurts."
"Speak louder! I can't hear you!" He really didn't hear him clearly. Yu Mushang felt very awkward. The other person had kept their distance as he said, but now he couldn't help but want to act like a jerk.
Song Xingyun had no choice but to shout again, "Report! My throat hurts!"
Ying Qi, standing outside, was so startled by the shout that he thought he had stumbled into a military base. He broke out in a cold sweat and thought, "The old house is still the most comfortable."
He hugged the two Labradors, one on each side, saying, "They're still sulking. If this continues, we'll be the ones who suffer."
He had long noticed that his boss and Assistant Song were not in a good mood. One was trying to avoid it, and the other was trying to endure it. He was getting impatient. The two of them leaned their heads together and said, "Why don't the three of us think of a solution?" Ying Qi kept muttering to himself.
Yu Mushang, of course, heard Song Xingyun's "Report" this time. He was stunned for a second, then put down his blind pen, pressed his temples, and sighed helplessly, "If your throat hurts, why don't you stand closer and talk properly? Will you get poisoned if you get closer?"
Song Xingyun looked up at him, then took a big step forward. "It's not that I'm afraid of offending you. Although this might hurt my voice, it's quite effective at 'preventing'..." She thought for a moment, then cautiously said, "Boss, perhaps..."
Yu Mushang thought she was planning to give up on the distance and stop hiding so far away, and his heart leaped with joy for a second, his face showing anticipation, "How about something?"
But Song Xingyun's words only made his head ache more.
She said, "How about I get a megaphone?"
Then, Ying Qi's head popped out from behind her at some point, "A megaphone? This is great, you can use this to confess to the boss and he'll definitely hear you!"
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