Nothing is something a good night's sleep can't fix; if you really can't, just sleep a little longer.
The next morning, Lin Xiaoran took the documents to Mu Chen's office.
"President Mu, this is a project proposal for cooperation with the Chi Group that President Song asked me to deliver."
Mu Chen took the document and casually asked, "Is President Song not here?"
Since Lin Xiaoran was just an assistant, according to her rank, she wasn't qualified to deliver documents directly to Mu Chen. Usually, such documents would be delivered personally by Song Yunxi.
Lin Xiaoran said, "President Song took the day off today."
If Song Yunxi hadn't worked overtime last night to prepare this proposal and then sent it to Lin Xiaoran this morning to deliver to President Mu, Lin Xiaoran would have thought it would have been fine for her to deliver it herself after Song Yunxi started work tomorrow.
"Ask for leave?"
"Yes, it seems she's sick. Her voice sounded very nasal when she called me just now."
"Okay. You can go now."
Mu Chen flipped through a few pages of the plan, and the image of Song Yunxi's silent demeanor after seeing Li Shenghuan off at the airport yesterday flashed before his eyes again. It would be a lie to say she wasn't sad.
Li Shenghuan said that although Song Yunxi was using him, she had never hidden this thought from him. And he was willing to be used by her.
Actually, the more willingly Li Shenghuan was used by her, the sadder Song Yunxi would be, right? Because she had said that Li Shenghuan was her most important friend.
Mu Chen called Song Yunxi to inquire about her condition, but no one answered. He closed the plan, gave Pan Zhe some instructions, and left the hotel.
Standing downstairs at Song Yunxi's building, I called her again, but still no one answered. I looked up at the window on the sixth floor, but the curtains were drawn, and I couldn't see anything.
Taking the elevator up to the sixth floor, Mu Chen, relying on his intuition and sense of direction, roughly guessed which of the four households on that floor belonged to Song Yunxi.
But the door wasn't locked. He knocked lightly twice, and the door opened a crack by itself.
Suddenly, a bad feeling arose. No one answered the phone, the door was not closed, and a series of dangers that might occur to a single woman living alone flooded Mu Chen's mind.
He pushed open the door and rushed in, "Miss Song!"
The next second, a response came from somewhere in the house: "I'm in the kitchen. Ah..."
The scream startled Mu Chen again. He ran in the direction of the sound and stepped into the puddles.
At the kitchen sink, Song Yunxi was desperately trying to stop the gushing water with a towel. But it seemed to be no use, because the water continued to splash uncontrollably all over Song Yunxi's body and face, and also flowed all over the floor.
Mu Chen quickly ran over, opened each of the kitchen cabinet doors, found the water pipe valves inside, and turned them off.
Seeing that the water had stopped flowing from the pipe, Song Yunxi threw down the towel and stood there looking at Mu Chen with a wronged expression.
She was wearing a pink and white T-shirt and shorts loungewear outfit, but now she was completely soaked. Her loose hair was wet and stuck tightly to her face, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.
She was no longer the alluring and seductive woman she was when flirting with him, nor did she have the composed and professional expression she had when working.
Song Yunxi looked innocent and helpless.
Mu Chen stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, gently comforting her, "It's alright now."
Song Yunxi leaned on Mu Chen's shoulder and explained in a muffled voice, "I just wanted to cook some porridge."
She worked overtime on the project proposal until the early hours of the morning. When she woke up again, she had a headache, so she took the day off.
Unexpectedly, she was hungry and wanted to cook some porridge in the kitchen. As soon as she turned on the tap, the pipe burst, and water shot straight up to the ceiling. Terrified, she ran back to the living room to call the property management. Then she ran back into the kitchen to try and plug the pipe with a towel while waiting for them to arrive. But she got herself completely soaked, and the water still flowed throughout the house.
Mu Chen reached out and stroked her hair, as if he were coaxing a child. "I know, I'll take you to eat porridge."
A knock came at the door: "Hello, we are from the property management."
Mu Chen responded, "Please come in."
He only realized after leading Song Yunxi through the water out of the kitchen that the living room floor was also covered in water, but he hadn't noticed it when he came in because he was worried about Song Yunxi's safety.
"Go change your clothes." Mu Chen told Song Yunxi, who was soaking wet, to go back to her room to change. Then he spoke with the property management staff outside. "I've already turned off the kitchen valve. Go check it out. The water on the floor needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise it might affect the downstairs neighbors."
The property management staff brought a small pump to drain the water from the floor into the sewer, and also replaced the water pipes and faucets in Song Yunxi's kitchen.
Song Yunxi came out after changing her clothes, and the property management staff were holding a work order for Mu Chen to sign.
The property management staff said, "Sir, I suggest you have all the pipes and faucets in your house thoroughly inspected. I think some of them haven't been replaced for several years, which poses a significant safety hazard. If your spouse experiences any leaks or electrical problems at home again, it could be quite dangerous."
"Thank you. I'll have someone check it thoroughly."
Song Yunxi walked over and stared blankly as Mu Chen took the work order from the property management staff and quickly signed his name in the lower right corner of the work order.
Song Yunxi's living room has light-colored wooden floors, and a pure white long-pile carpet is placed on the floor in front of the sofa. It would look warm and artistic under normal circumstances.
But now, the carpet is like a wet polar bear, its fibers tangled together. Dark watermarks have appeared on the floor where it has been soaked for a while; it's easy to imagine that once the watermarks are completely dry tomorrow, some of the floorboards will warp or curl up.
When Pan Zhe arrived with the cleaning staff, Mu Chen and Song Yunxi were cleaning up the remaining water stains on the floor, taking the soaked carpets and slippers to the balcony to dry. But the house still looked like it had just been through a storm.
Mu Chen suggested, "Why don't you move to a hotel for a few days, Miss Song? The flooring in this house might need to be replaced, and the pipes and wiring need to be checked again."
Song Yunxi looked around the house, which was in a terrible state except for the bedroom, and nodded slightly.
"Then I'll go pack my things."
While Song Yunxi was packing her luggage in her bedroom, Mu Chen whispered to Pan Zhe, "Go and greet the neighbors on both sides. We will compensate for any losses. Especially the downstairs neighbors. I knocked on their door earlier but no one answered. I've already left my business card at their door."
Leaving the cleaning staff to continue cleaning up the mess, Mu Chen drove Song Yunxi directly back to the Platinum Hotel.
The two attracted everyone's attention as soon as they entered the lobby through the revolving door.
Everyone watched as President Mu personally pushed a suitcase and led in a girl dressed like a college student. The girl had a fair and clean face without makeup, her eyes looked a little puffy, and her hair was tied in a small bun with a colorful hair tie at the back of her head. She wore a plain white T-shirt, a military green A-line skirt, and white flat shoes.
For a moment, no one recognized Song Yunxi. But as they got closer and saw her clearly, some of them turned to their friends and exchanged gossipy glances.
The lobby manager quickly stepped forward and handed over the room key that had already been prepared. The suite arranged for Song Yunxi was on the same floor as Mu Chen's. Mu Chen didn't let the waiter follow her; he pushed Song Yunxi's suitcase himself, led her upstairs, and swiped the card to open the suite door for her.
Mu Chen asked, "Do you have a cold?"
Because, as Lin Xiaoran said, her voice did indeed have a very nasal tone.
Song Yunxi shook her head. "No."
That means he's cried. Mu Chen thought this, but didn't say it aloud.
Just as Mu Chen had guessed, last night Song Yunxi was working overtime on a project proposal while tears streamed down her face.
At that moment, she silently thought: Yes, it's really too difficult for a complete novice like her to write a project proposal for a new project. See, tears are falling from her eyes out of sympathy for her.
The doorbell rang, and Mu Chen turned around to open the door.
"Hello, Mr. Mu, hello, Mr. Song." The waiter greeted them respectfully and then pushed the porridge and several side dishes into the room.
Mu Chen stood in front of the sofa and stretched out his hand to Song Yunxi, who was still sitting there lazily and unwilling to move. "Didn't you want to eat porridge? Come on over."
Song Yunxi looked up at Mu Chen, then offered her hand, waiting for him to pull her up from the sofa.
Mu Chen didn't know what kind of porridge Song Yunxi wanted, so he asked the kitchen to prepare two kinds of sweet porridge and two kinds of savory porridge.
Song Yunxi complained softly and resentfully, "President Mu, you're being too wasteful." Then she picked up a bowl of beef porridge and started drinking it.
Mu Chen smiled. If he still had the energy to argue, then he was alright.
While eating, Song Yunxi asked, "Has President Mu read the proposal?"
"Not yet." Mu Chen said, picking up an egg roll and placing it on Song Yunxi's plate.
Song Yunxi was suddenly overcome with grief. The plan she had worked on all night, crying her eyes out, had no one even read.
Mu Chen instantly understood Song Yunxi's expression and immediately reassured her, "I'll go back and check right away."
After finishing her porridge, Song Yunxi went back to her room to catch up on her sleep.
When I woke up again, the room was dimly lit, and thick curtains blocked out the light from outside, so I couldn't tell whether it was day or night.
The bedroom door was open, and a floor lamp was on in the living room, but the light was extremely soft and wouldn't disturb anyone sleeping.
She got out of bed, reaching out to explore the obstacles in front of her while rubbing her foot in the direction from which the light was coming.
Although she has had this problem of not being able to see clearly in the dark for many years, she feels like she is blind whenever she is in a situation like this.
Outside the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, there is an endless dark sky dotted with the lights of countless homes.
Haha! It really is true what they say: when you wake up, it's already dark.
After washing her face and changing her clothes, Song Yunxi regained her usual radiant appearance.
After all, for her, there's nothing that a good night's sleep can't resolve; if all else fails, she'll just sleep a little longer.
She went downstairs to the front desk. Smiling, she asked the girl at the front desk to change her room.
The receptionist asked respectfully, "Which room would you like to change to? I'll process it for you right away."
Song Yunxi said, "Just change to a regular room. My level doesn't qualify me for a suite."
Platinum Hotels stipulates that directors and above are entitled to house use, but only general managers can use suites.
Moreover, the Platinum Hotel has been experiencing high occupancy rates recently, and suites are priced significantly higher than regular rooms, so naturally, suites need to be reserved for guests. After all, every penny of the hotel's revenue is counted in her annual performance report.
"The suite that President Song is currently staying in is not a house use suite; President Mu checked in through the normal procedures."
The implication is: a fee was paid.
Song Yunxi paused for a moment, then smiled. "Then I won't change it."
In any case, whether Mu Chen or the guest pays for the suite, it all counts as her GOP. Besides, it's better for Mu Chen to spend the money on his own hotel than elsewhere.
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