Sorry, I'm tired of rolling, I don't want to roll anymore.
In the afternoon, Fu Meilin invited two friends to sit for a while in the tea room on the second floor of the Platinum Hotel. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered, she saw Song Yunxi there, discussing new teas with the tea room manager.
Over the past two weeks, Song Yunxi has spent a lot of time "strolling" around the hotel. Front office, housekeeping, food and beverage, recreation, logistics... it seems there's no department she hasn't visited.
But the place she frequented most was the tea room, because she understood tea ceremony. Whenever there were no customers, she could boil water and brew tea with the tea masters and exchange skills.
Song Yunxi held the transparent glass in front of her with both hands, carefully observing the color of the tea and the state of the tea leaves. Then she brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. She smiled and nodded to Fang Qiong, the head of the tea room, "Green and white with many hairs, bright in color, mellow and sweet in taste, this newly arrived Lushan Yunwu tea is indeed excellent."
Fu Meilin found Song Yunxi's behavior disgusting from the moment she saw it. Who was she trying to impress with that act? But she couldn't show it because there were guests present. However, she quickly came up with a plan.
After Fu Meilin arranged for everyone to be seated, she turned to Song Yunxi and asked, "I've heard that Miss Song is quite skilled in tea ceremony. Why don't we take this opportunity to ask Miss Song to demonstrate it for us?"
Although she was smiling and spoke politely, Song Yunxi could obviously hear the double meaning in her words.
This was clearly an attempt to establish a hierarchy with her. Fu Meilin and the other wealthy and beautiful women were naturally incomparable to her, a girl from an ordinary background. Therefore, she could only serve others, while the wealthy and beautiful women could sit here enjoying their services with a strong sense of superiority.
Fang Qiong stepped forward to smooth things over: "Let me make tea for everyone."
Fu Meilin did not answer, but continued to look at Song Yunxi with a smile.
Song Yunxi smiled and replied, "Then please try the newly arrived Lushan Yunwu tea."
Afterward, she took out three clear glasses. When she saw that the water temperature display on the tea infuser was 80 degrees Celsius, she picked up the kettle and poured water into the glasses, filling them about seven-tenths full. Then, she gently stirred the tea leaves into the glasses with a teaspoon, slowly rotating the tilted glass twice to allow the tea leaves and water to fully blend before handing the three glasses to Fu Meilin and the other two guests.
A guest picked up his cup, watching the green tea leaves slowly sink inside, and said with a smile, "I used to put the tea leaves in first and then pour in the water. Your method is quite novel."
Song Yunxi said, "Green tea uses the tenderest leaves that have just grown on the tea tree. They are precious but have no protective properties. Therefore, when brewing tea, I set the water temperature to 80 degrees Celsius, which provides heat without scalding the tea leaves. The 'water first, tea later' method is also to avoid physical damage caused by water directly impacting the tea leaves."
The two guests nodded repeatedly. "Miss Song is indeed a master of tea ceremony."
Fu Meilin rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking, "You think you know everything?"
"I wouldn't presume to call myself a tea master, but I have indeed studied it very diligently." As Song Yunxi said this, she glanced at Fu Meilin.
See? I can also use double entendres.
"Please enjoy your tea." Song Yunxi smiled and bowed before turning around and following Fang Qiong to a corner table to continue studying her tea-tasting insights.
After slowly savoring the new tea and chatting about the recent operations of the tea room, Song Yunxi prepared to return to her office.
Unexpectedly, just as she reached the door, Fu Meilin blocked her way.
Fu Meilin crossed her arms and spoke in a very unfriendly tone. "I know you went to a cocktail party last night, and President Mu even drove you home."
"Oh," Song Yunxi replied indifferently, and prepared to continue walking out.
Anyway, it's not something worth keeping secret. If Fu Meilin knows, so be it. What's the big deal? Should we expect her to give Fu Meilin a thumbs up for being so well-informed?
"Stop right there! I don't care what you're thinking, but you'd better not try anything with Mu Chen. And don't use your manipulative tactics on him either. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
Song Yunxi stopped and turned around.
Green tea? She felt that wasn't a very accurate assessment. Actually, she should be called oolong tea, because she had both the freshness of green tea and the sweetness of black tea.
Moreover, the name "oolong tea" sounds much more prestigious than "green tea."
Song Yunxi said, "I'm quite curious, how do you plan to make me regret it?"
"Don't think I don't know about your past in Korea. Jung Eun-ah and I were college classmates. I know perfectly well that you seduced her fiancé and were kicked out of Korea. If you don't want others to know about your dark history, you'd better behave yourself."
"Dark history? I don't think so. And there's nothing I'm afraid of others knowing. No, there is something I'm afraid of: being threatened. If you threaten me, I might actually seduce your Brother Mu Chen and then steal him away to protect me."
"You... Song Yunxi, do you believe I can kick you out of the Platinum Hotel tomorrow?"
Song Yunxi laughed, "You and Jung Eun-ah are truly classmates, did you have the same teacher? How come you say the same lines? She told me to get out of Korea, and you told me to get out of the Platinum Hotel?"
Sorry, I'm tired of rolling, I don't want to roll anymore.
After saying that, he turned to leave again.
Fu Meilin stepped forward and grabbed Song Yunxi, "You stop right there!"
Song Yunxi glanced at the arm that Fu Meilin was holding. The grip was so strong that Fu Meilin's beautiful manicure was almost embedded in her skin.
"Since you've investigated me, you should know I'm not a kind person. But right now, I just want to live and work peacefully, so I advise you not to mess with me, or I might do something you wouldn't expect."
Before Fu Meilin could ask what the unexpected event was, she saw that the hand she was holding on Song Yunxi's arm was tightly gripped by the other party, and then Song Yunxi leaned back and fell straight onto the carpet.
Fu Meilin instinctively let go. As expected, Song Yunxi fell onto the carpet, her arm scratched by Fu Meilin's long, beautiful fingernails.
The two guests brought by Fang Qiong, the manager of the tea room, and Fu Meilin saw this scene as soon as they arrived at the door.
Previously, Fu Meilin had verbally provoked Song Yunxi, making her brew tea herself, and her tone was sarcastic. But Song Yunxi had magnanimously and politely endured it.
Unexpectedly, when they were about to leave, the two guests had only asked Fang Qiong a few more questions about tea tasting when Fu Meilin ran to the door, pushed Song Yunxi down, and even scratched her arm.
Several people rushed over and helped Song Yunxi up.
"Thanks."
Song Yunxi frowned, probably from the fall, but she still smiled and thanked everyone, while gently touching her arm where several bloody scratches had appeared. The red marks were glaring and shocking.
Fu Meilin finally realized what was going on and was furious. "Song Yunxi, stop acting!"
The two guests tugged at Fu Meilin's arm, hoping she would stop talking. Everyone had seen that she was the one who pushed Song Yunxi to the ground.
"I'm fine. I don't think Miss Fu did it on purpose." Song Yunxi said, and then smiled and glanced at Fu Meilin.
See? This is something you wouldn't expect.
Fang Qiong said, "I think your wound needs to be treated. Shall I go with you to the infirmary?"
"No need. You go ahead with your work, I'll go by myself. Goodbye, everyone." After saying that, he took a step back, bowed politely to everyone, and then turned and left.
At the entrance of the tea room, only Fu Meilin, who was about to go crazy with anger, and a few other people who didn't know how to start a conversation were left.
Through the wooden, latticed window, Pan Zhe turned to look at Mu Chen. But his boss remained indifferent, seemingly unmoved by anything.
In the afternoon, Mu Chen heard that a new batch of green tea had arrived at the tea room, so he wanted to try it. However, as soon as they reached the door of the tea room, they heard Fu Meilin say, "President Mu took you home last night," which naturally forced Mu Chen and Pan Zhe to stop in their tracks.
After that, it was high-energy throughout. Things like seducing someone else's fiancé, her dark past, trying to steal CEO Mu away, and even faking a fall…
Pan Zhe was completely dumbfounded. So this is what a superb actress you are, Miss Song!
During this time, Pan Zhe secretly glanced at Mu Chen a few times. His boss, Mu Chen, was much calmer than him, his face completely expressionless, truly someone who had seen it all.
As Song Yunxi emerged from the tea room, she turned around and saw Mu Chen and Pan Zhe standing by the window. She nodded slightly and prepared to take the elevator downstairs.
Mu Chen called out to her, "Miss Song, are you injured?"
"It's alright." Song Yunxi covered the obvious red marks with her hand, but when she looked up at Mu Chen, her eyes were filled with tears.
Pan Zhe stood behind Mu Chen and looked at Song Yunxi. He couldn't help but admire her acting skills, which were probably only inferior to those of the popular young actress Mu Xian.
Although they witnessed the whole thing, looking at Song Yunxi's expression now, Pan Zhe still felt: Yes, Miss Song was bullied by Fu Meilin. Look at her injured arm and her aggrieved look as she forced back her tears. And how many injuries did she suffer all day? The swelling on her forehead hadn't subsided yet, and her arm was injured so shockingly.
"Goodbye, Mr. Mu." After saying this, Song Yunxi turned and left with tears in her eyes.
Before Mu Chen could respond, his phone rang. After looking at the caller ID, his tone softened unconsciously as he answered the phone.
"Xianxian, have we arrived yet?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, he agreed, "Wait for me, I'll be right down."
When Mu Chen hung up the phone, Song Yunxi was already almost at the elevator door. He had no choice but to turn to Pan Zhe and whisper, "Go with her to the infirmary."
"Yes." Pan Zhe agreed and quickly went to catch up with Song Yunxi.
Song Yunxi turned around upon hearing footsteps. "Mr. Pan?"
Song Yunxi was very polite to Mu Chen's assistant, Pan Zhe, not only because he was more than just an ordinary assistant.
Pan Zhe joined Platinum Hotel three years ago after graduating from university, becoming one of the first management trainees after Mu Chen took over the hotel.
Platinum Hotel had never had management trainees before, so all the management trainees in that cohort were personally trained by Mu Chen. Those who remained later became Mu Chen's confidants and most capable subordinates. Pan Zhe was one of them.
For Pan Zhe, his initial goodwill towards Song Yunxi stemmed from this phrase: "Mr. Pan".
Unlike other hotel staff who called him Assistant Pan, she always addressed him as Mr. Pan with a rising tone at the end.
The way she said those words didn't sound distant at all; on the contrary, it carried a hint of coquettishness. In Pan Zhe's opinion, it probably had a similar effect to saying "How can you eat a rabbit?"
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