Chapter 43, 43rd Beam of Light: "Are you free? Let's go on a blind date."
In the past, Song Xingyun would have offered some explanation before leaving, but today she simply stared at Zhang Da's blushing face and ran away.
"Hey! Xiao Song, why did you run off? Are you really going to find the loudspeaker?" Ying Qi called out to her retreating figure again.
Based on the above events, Yu Mushang had already pieced together a picture in his mind. He tapped the blind pen absentmindedly in his hand, saying, "I think you shouldn't come over starting tomorrow unless you have to."
Just as Ying Qi was about to thank the boss for his kindness, she heard him continue, "Go to the Yu Group building later. I'll arrange for someone to take you to register your fingerprints. From now on, you'll clock in at the Yu Group from 8 am to 6 pm."
Yingqi: ?
"Boss, I suddenly think the dog food at Villa No. 9 is pretty good too." Having to go to the Yu family every day and face those old-fashioned guys would age him ten years.
But Yu Mushang clearly didn't give him any room for negotiation. "It's settled then." He didn't hide anything either. "Anyway, you have a lot of clever ideas, so go and give the old guys some advice."
The "old guys" refers to the group of elderly people who originally followed Yu Mushang's parents. There don't seem to be any who want to seize power, but they are almost all conservatives, which is indeed a headache for Yu Mushang.
Song Xingyun hid in the restroom for a while, and looking at herself in the mirror, she belatedly realized, "Wasn't this hiding just making things look like I was trying to hide something?"
She admitted that for a moment at the time, she really had the thought that "I wonder if this man is as hard to pursue as he looks," which really scared her.
"Song Xingyun, wake up!" The physical distance has been maintained for the past month, but why does she feel that the distance between their hearts hasn't decreased at all? In fact, they've gotten closer several times.
After much thought, she could only blame herself for working too hard this month, which led her to observe Yu Mushang's work style quite a bit. She had to admit, a boss who is serious about his work is truly charming.
Thinking of this, she patted her forehead and stopped herself in time, letting out a breath and rehearsing her excuse, "If we run into each other later, I'll just say I had to use the restroom..."
When she quietly returned to her workstation, the office area was quiet, just as she wanted.
She hurried to finish the last bit of her draft before leaving get off work, making her month of overtime worthwhile.
One hour later,
The wall clock and the doorbell rang at the same time.
Song Xingyun had just finished drawing the last stroke of the comic.
Ying Qi's message popped up: "The takeout has arrived, the boss wants to eat it."
Song Xingyun quickly got up to get it, and didn't forget to reply to Ying Qi, "Got it."
Little did he know that he was currently miserably having his fingerprints taken at the Yu Group building. Thinking about the takeout that Yu Mushang had given him before kicking him out of Villa No. 9, he muttered, "Is the way the boss appeases Assistant Song that he makes her cook less food?"
At Villa No. 9, Song Xingyun had already laid out the food on the dining table. Everything was ready except for Yu Mushang.
More than an hour has passed since that ridiculous scene from earlier. "He should have forgotten about it by now, right?"
Song Xingyun knocked on Yu Mushang's office door and poked her head in. "Boss, lunch is ready."
But Yu Mushang sat motionless. She thought he intended to continue to immerse himself in his work, so she couldn't help but add a word of advice, "Boss, people need to eat, and work can never be finished."
Yu Mushang finally spoke, but his answer was irrelevant: "So Assistant Song went to get the takeout. I thought you really went to find the loudspeaker."
Song Xingyun: ?
How could he still remember this!
"Haha, boss, you're joking." She laughed awkwardly twice and slammed the door shut again.
The force and noise of the impact snapped her back to reality. Frustrated, she erupted, "I actually slammed the boss's door in front of him..."
If she were to push the door open again at this moment, she would surely see the man's undisguised slight smile, and if she leaned closer, she would hear him mutter to himself, "Shy again? Is she hiding something? No, she...she has feelings for me?"
Yu Mushang was immediately relieved by her extremely discreet behavior this month, because he had found a reasonable explanation.
"She's just like me, afraid of getting involved, isn't she?"
With this in mind, he happily got up and went to the restaurant, where he heard Song Xingyun's voice.
She had accidentally played Wen Ying's voice message aloud: "I have a childhood friend who just came back from studying abroad. I know him inside and out. Do you want to meet him? I guarantee he's a good guy! A top-notch returnee! How about it? Tomorrow's a day off, are you free? How about a blind date?"
A blind date?
Yu Mushang stopped in his tracks.
It was probably because the voice message was too loud, and Song Xingyun thought Yu Mushang was still in workaholic mode, so she didn't notice that he had actually arrived.
She thought about it seriously for a few seconds, then replied with a voice message, "You should be free, right?"
Wen Ying was even more excited than her, and dialed the number immediately, "Are you serious? I thought you were going to reject me, after all, Yu..."
Song Xingyun was very sensitive to the pronunciation of "yu" at this moment, and her first reaction was to cut her off with the mentality of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free". "After all, I should go out and make more friends, see more and see more, I understand!"
Wen Ying was naturally happy to hear this. Her biggest worry was that Song Xingyun would miss out on an interesting life because of her timid and lazy nature. "It's great that you think that way. Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away and send you the time and place later."
"Okay," Song Xingyun replied and hung up.
A short phone call ruthlessly nipped Yu Mushang's earlier happiness in the bud.
Make more friends? Observe more? Look around more?
He started walking again. When Song Xingyun heard the noise behind her, she turned around and saw his usual grumpy face. She didn't think much of it and said, "My dad says that those who eat on time are good children."
"So, boss, you are too." She admitted that she meant to flatter him.
But Yu Mushang wasn't buying it today and turned his head away.
So arrogant? Are you still angry that she slammed the door?
Song Xingyun was somewhat confused.
The only sounds in the restaurant were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, and Song Xingyun would occasionally look up to observe his expression.
Just then, her phone beeped with a text message. Song Xingyun opened it smoothly, unaware that the man opposite her had also stopped eating.
Yu Mushang felt utterly bored, his mind racing with thoughts, mainly revolving around: "They've already set the time and place so quickly? Is she so eager to know?"
It was indeed a message from Wen Ying.
The above is a restaurant address, and the time is tomorrow night at 7 pm.
She thought for a moment and then cautiously reported to the man opposite her, whose face had inexplicably turned even worse: "Boss, I finished the comic strip today."
Yu Mushang didn't respond. Based on her understanding of him, Song Xingyun knew his expression meant for her to continue. She asked, "Could you wait a moment, and we can meet again sometime?"
Yu Mushang gave a faint "hmm" and then lowered his head to continue eating.
He didn't want to admit that he was avoiding what she might not have finished saying.
But Song Xingyun naturally wanted to be completely clear: "Tomorrow is a day off. Do you have any plans for me to accompany you?"
Yu Mushang's movements stopped again.
She did ask, so the blind date is tomorrow night?
"Is there something you need, Assistant Song?"
Song Xingyun was quite frank. "Yes, I have dinner plans with a friend tomorrow night, but work comes first." She was speaking from the heart, after all, this comic about the visually impaired is of great significance, and she wanted to see the finished product as soon as possible.
Yu Mushang really wanted to ask what kind of friend it was, but he tightened his grip on his chopsticks and held back.
He could actually come up with a thousand reasons to stop her from going on this date, but he knew he couldn't. Sometimes he hated his disabled body, hated his awkward personality, and hated that even after drawing a line between them, he couldn't control his desire to get closer to her.
Song Xingyun didn't hear his reply for a long time. "Boss?"
Yu Mushang then suppressed the discomfort in his throat and said, "No arrangements, do as you please."
Song Xingyun replied with an "okay," tapped the phone screen several times, and sent Wen Ying a message: "No problem, received."
Yu Mushang had no idea how he finished the meal.
There were two little people fighting in his head.
"If you like someone, go for it!"
"No, I can't hold her back."
"Are you a man or not? She said that in her heart you are no different from a normal person."
"It might just be talk; without expectations, there is no disappointment."
How do you know if you don't try?
I didn't want to cause her any more trouble.
"Love is summed up in one word: Charge!"
"Why......"
That night, Song Xingyun had a good night's sleep.
Yu Mushang had another sleepless night. The light in his study stayed on all night, and he lost count of how many letters he wrote that night.
All I know is that when I put it in the safe, the envelope was quite thick; the large stack of unmailed letters almost reached the top of that safe compartment.
*
The next day, Song Xingyun woke up naturally and was told that Yu Mushang had returned to the old house. After finishing her lunch, she voluntarily started working overtime to check the comic book manuscript in her hands again.
The four large characters "Lighthouse in the Blind Sea" on the homepage made her feel an even stronger sense of mission.
This comic book aims to understand and care for the visually impaired community. Through a series of vivid comic strips, it introduces the current situation of the visually impaired, explains the challenges faced by tactile paving and guide dogs, and popularizes the technological means that can help them access light.
Song Xingyun even included a simple Braille tutorial at the beginning, and the illustrations are vivid. "The Lighthouse in the Blind Sea" will eventually be produced using a combination of text, illustrations, and Braille.
After going through the contents once, it started to get dark outside, so she went back to her room to get ready.
Before leaving home, they made sure to feed themselves longevity and a hundred years.
Fearing that Yu Mushang might forget her appointment for the evening and wouldn't be able to find her upon his return, she left a note written in Braille that read, "I'm going out."
Now her Braille level is sufficient to write this note, and she only felt at ease leaving the house after confirming that everything was correct.
No sooner had she stepped out of the gate of Villa No. 9 than a familiar car honked outside. The back window was rolled down, and Yu Mushang's face came into view.
Song Xingyun stopped in her tracks. "Boss?"
Ying Qi, who was in the driver's seat, showed half of his face and silently said hi to her. Song Xingyun then heard Yu Mushang say domineeringly, "Get in the car."
It was dinnertime, and Song Xingyun thought he had really forgotten his schedule and had come back specifically to pick her up for dinner, so she waved her hand and said, "No need, I have plans."
As she emphasized this, the man's brows furrowed deeply.
He pushed the car door open a little, his tone leaving no room for refusal, "It's alright, I'll give you a ride."
Half an hour later, inside a French restaurant in the city center.
Song Xingyun's mind was still reeling.
She caught a glimpse of that familiar face out of the corner of her eye, and she couldn't understand why Yu Mushang had said he was giving her a ride, only to end up getting himself caught up in it too...
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