Chapter 20, The Twentieth Beam of Light: "You just care about me."
Yu Mushang thought he had misheard. "What did you say?"
Although he asked, the mention of her "waist" made his skin involuntarily warm up...
Song Xingyun was certain she didn't smell any medicine, and said directly, "I want to see if you've been obediently applying the plaster the doctor prescribed." She hadn't considered the inappropriateness of her previous statement, and only after asking did she shift her gaze back to the man's face.
Yu Mushang let out a breath, "I thought Assistant Song had become audacious again."
Song Xingyun: ?
Okay, she belatedly realized, "I'm just a bit blunt... Boss, don't take it personally." She almost said "let him get used to it," but the words caught in her throat. She thought, "Who do I am to expect the boss to get used to me?" (not really)
The next second, the man turned around and lifted the hem of his shirt. Song Xingyun could only see the firm muscles around his waist, which aroused a faint excitement. There wasn't a trace of ointment on them.
Hearing that she hadn't moved for a while, Yu Mushang loosened his grip, and the hem of her dress fell down, the fabric covering her bare waist again. "Assistant Song, are you stunned?"
"Ah...yes..." Song Xingyun admitted without thinking. By the time she realized what she had said, it was too late. She found that her IQ was indeed not very high when facing Yu Mushang.
The man's brows furrowed. Sure enough, "Assistant Song, did you set some kind of KPI of taking advantage of the boss every day?" His words were sarcastic. "I hired you to work here, and in the end, I not only have to pay you a salary but also have to offer you my beauty?"
Song Xingyun blushed, her mind racing, and she began to argue, "I just treat this as my job, I have absolutely no ulterior motives! It's like a doctor seeing a patient..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly moved. He reached out and grabbed the arm of the person in front of him, pulling her into his arms. While Song Xingyun was still in shock, Yu Mushang had already gently pinched the back of her neck, forcing her to look up.
Song Xingyun saw herself reflected in his gray eyes. "You..." She should have pushed him away, but her hand was a step too slow.
Yu Mushang's thumb had already moved from the back of her neck forward, along her jawline, and pressed against her cheek. His index finger was placed behind her already red ear. Song Xingyun shrugged, slightly shrank her neck, and finally remembered to push him away.
But then the man's voice rang out, "No improper thoughts? Why is Assistant Song's face so hot?"
Song Xingyun couldn't very well tell him that she was blushing, so she decided to take advantage of the situation.
She raised one hand to cover her mouth and coughed twice, then pushed the person away with the other hand, but not enough to knock them over. Her weak voice was perfectly timed, "Oh! It's really hot. Could I have caught a cold and have a fever? No wonder I feel a bit chilly..."
As she spoke, she kept glancing at him, silently praying, "Boss, you have to believe me!"
Song Xingyun never expected that she would need to use her acting skills to get this job!
After being pushed away, Yu Mushang's hand fell to his side. Because he couldn't see, it was hard to judge the truth of her words. But rather than doubting that she was lying, he was more worried that she was really uncomfortable. The concern he wanted to express turned into an order to leave, "Then why don't you leave quickly? Go back and rest."
Seeing that he actually believed her, Song Xingyun quietly patted her chest, pressed down on her wildly beating heart, and was about to run away when she said with a bitter face, "Boss, could I put the plaster on for you before I leave?"
She's sick, yet she's still thinking about him?
Thinking of this, Yu Mushang's expression softened, but he still refused, "No need, you... mind your own business."
That man has a really rude way of speaking!
But Song Xingyun was not giving up. "Why? I promise I'll only put on the plaster and won't do anything else." She said this as if she really was going to do something to him, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.
Yu Mushang really couldn't do anything with her, but he still wouldn't budge, "The plaster stinks..."
Song Xingyun interrupted him, "What plaster doesn't smell bad? Where is it? I'll put it on for you right away and that'll be fine. Don't dawdle like that, you big man."
Yu Mushang: ?
He's dawdling? "Song Xingyun, you're really something."
Song Xingyun also felt that she was being stubborn. She didn't know how she was so sure that she wouldn't get fired for saying such things. Maybe it was because she thought Yu Mushang was a reasonable person.
Seeing that she wouldn't give up until she applied the plaster, and not wanting to confirm the "dawdling" label, Yu Mushang told her where to apply it, and Song Xingyun quickly brought the plaster over. "Lie down."
Yu Mushang's hands clenched tighter and tighter, his tone tinged with helplessness, "Song Xingyun, you're getting better and better at ordering the boss around." He didn't even call her Assistant Song anymore, but despite his words, his body language betrayed him as he lay sprawled on the sofa just like yesterday.
Song Xingyun saw him lie down and turn his face inward as if he were throwing a tantrum. She smiled, tore off the plaster, and bent down. "It doesn't smell very bad. Just bear with it. Good boys heal faster."
Yu Mushang's awkward expression disappeared. For the first time, he realized that he was actually so easy to coax. Sigh.
To get a good position, Song Xingyun first pressed her hand on his waist. During the process, her long hair, which was tucked behind her ear, secretly slipped out from behind her shoulder and the ends of her hair tickled the man's bare back.
Yu Mushang's body trembled from the sudden tickling sensation, causing Song Xingyun's fingertips, which were pressed against his waist, to tremble as well. She looked up at the man, who was currently keeping his eyes closed, and asked, "Does it hurt? Should I be gentler?"
As she stood up, her hair obediently left his skin, a detail that Song Xingyun didn't notice.
"Hmm," the man uttered only a single syllable.
Song Xingyun quickened her pace, swiftly applying the plaster to his waist. As if to prove she was doing something serious and had no improper thoughts, she pulled down the fabric of the man's pajamas in a flash. "All done."
Yu Mushang slowly stood up, but Song Xingyun had already slipped away. "Well... I'm leaving now. I'll come back tomorrow night."
Without waiting for his reaction, she left as if her heels were oiled.
The man remained sitting on the sofa, stunned, for quite some time before he came to his senses.
Yu Mushang reached behind his back and touched the spot with the plaster through the fabric of his pajamas. "I'll come again tomorrow night... I'll have to endure this until my back injury heals..."
*
As it turns out, you can eat whatever you want but you can't say whatever you want. Song Xingyun caught a cold after taking a nap.
"Good morning," she said, her voice slightly nasal, which was immediately caught by the man who was eating breakfast.
"Did you really get sick because you didn't listen to me last night?" Although Yu Mushang's face was dark, his concern was undeniable. Song Xingyun simply took it as him showing concern for his employee.
Ying Qi, who knew Yu Mushang well, was biting into a sandwich when his mouth gaped open in astonishment. "Last night? You guys..."
Song Xingyun's first reaction was to tell him to shut up, "Nothing happened!"
Ying Qi gave an "OK" sign. He trusted Yu Mushang's character; nothing unspeakable could have happened, but there was definitely some "interesting" story. An employee who doesn't gossip about their boss isn't a good employee. "Tell me?"
Song Xingyun: ?
No comment.
Yu Mushang also sensed Ying Qi's gossipy nature, which had been ignited ever since Song Xingyun arrived at Villa No. 9. Fearing that she would feel uncomfortable, he could only try to shut her up, asking, "Have you finished packing your luggage?"
Yingqi: ?
"Boss, are you kicking me out?" He started acting again. It was actually something he had suggested years ago, but Yu Mushang didn't have anyone around him back then. Now that Song Xingyun was there, he could go without worry, since Uncle Lin was really getting old.
Hearing their conversation, Song Xingyun remembered that Yu Mushang had asked Ying Qi to go stay at the old house with Uncle Lin yesterday. She had thought it was just a joke, but now it seemed, "Are they really moving?"
Ying Qi then became serious. "It's even more real than pearls. I'm entrusting the boss to you. As his personal assistant, make sure he doesn't get hurt. Of course, I'll be there during the day, and later I'll bring the emergency phone from the boss's room to your room."
Song Xingyun: ...
It seemed like she couldn't refuse, but she said, "It's all my job, don't worry." She wouldn't let Yu Mushang get hurt even if she herself got bumped or bruised.
Ying Qi nodded. "Okay."
Song Xingyun was a little unaccustomed to the sudden serious atmosphere, but after this commotion, she felt much better.
Yu Mushang spoke again, "If you're not feeling well, go and rest."
Song Xingyun waved her hand, "No need, it's just a minor cold." This little illness couldn't defeat her. She still remembered the determination she made last night regarding the Braille book; she was determined to study hard today.
Seeing that she insisted, Yu Mushang didn't say anything more.
Song Xingyun was called into his office several times that morning to be served tea and water and to inquire about the progress. Only after hearing the office door close again did Yu Mushang breathe a sigh of relief, "As long as your condition hasn't worsened."
He sensed the girl's stubbornness, which made him imagine whether she had also endured illnesses alone in the past. Yu Mushang suddenly regretted that he should have stopped communicating with her through letters all these years.
But as he thought about it, he smiled helplessly. The reunion was unexpected. If time could be turned back, he couldn't predict the future, and he would still choose to minimize his presence and not disturb her life.
But now...
Yu Mushang touched his eyes, which he had just closed, and said, "It seems there are some things I have to work hard for."
After lunch, Song Xingyun felt even more dizzy. After swallowing a pill, she collapsed in the wicker chair in the sunroom, with two Labrador Retrievers guarding her legs.
Yu Mushang came in at this moment. Song Xingyun looked at the medicine box handed to her and said, "I've already taken it."
Seemingly rejected, he was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to accept or reject the medicine box. Just as he decided to accept it, the medicine box came from a pulling force.
"Thank you, boss." Song Xingyun accepted it anyway, and she saw helplessness on his face.
She shouted her "thank you" with a smile, but as if that wasn't enough, she added, "Thank you for your concern, boss!"
Yu Mushang awkwardly turned his head to look out the window, "Who said I care about you? Your illness is a loss for the company. I don't do business at a loss."
Looking at the hypocritical person in front of her, Song Xingyun really had the urge to remove his mask. She licked her lips and, taking advantage of her status as a patient, began to spout nonsense again, "I don't care, you just care about me."
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