Chapter 78
Song Xianle deleted a few photos that she thought had unnatural expressions. Since they were on someone else's phone, she naturally wanted to save the photos she was most satisfied with.
It is undeniable that the last shot was very good. It was shy but also had a tacit understanding between men and women.
The ambiguity between adults can be said to be visual, unlike the feelings between boys and girls in their school days, which lacks the vague feeling that makes people feel uneasy.
"I've deleted it. Take a look." Song Xianle returned the phone to He Yanqing. Seeing him glance at it for a few seconds before putting it away, Song Xianle grumbled, "Just now he said you were pretty, and then he asked me to delete it again."
"I thought I thought it looked good, but you might not be satisfied."
He Yanqing still remembered what Zhong Yang said. Maybe no matter how beautiful the photos of girls are, they can always find things that they think are not good-looking.
Zhong Yang was He Yanqing's college roommate. He had a girlfriend there, and he said he always acted as her "photographer" whenever they went out, taking countless photos of her. One time, after returning from a trip, he shared his experiences photographing his girlfriend with his roommate. Among them was this quote; he couldn't quite recall the exact words, but the meaning was pretty much the same.
So he thought that this photo was taken by them together, and Song Xianle also had the right to choose whether to accept it or not.
"We took this photo together, and you also have the right to choose to delete it." He Yanqing explained to her.
Song Xianle was just joking and didn't really want him to give an explanation.
The whale at the bottom of the sea let out a cry, attracting tourists to look up frequently.
"I know you respect my wishes. After not seeing you for so many years, you're still the same." Song Xianle smiled and said, "Shall we go somewhere else?"
Seeing her playful smile, He Yanqing knew that she didn't care about what happened just now, and he felt relieved.
"I see there's a restaurant on the fourth floor. It's almost noon, why not go up and take a look?"
He Yanqing nodded, "Yeah."
Song Xianle walked in front, and He Yanqing followed closely behind. Later, he took a few quick steps to catch up with Song Xianle.
The two of them went to the fourth floor, which was a rest area. It not only had a restaurant and a bookstore, but also a game area.
After a quick lunch, Song Xianle and He Yanqing went back to the bookstore to wander around for a while. Now they were sitting in the reading area, each holding a book, quietly reading.
The book in Song Xianle's hand was Lime's "Robot Master". She was attracted by the bright yellow cover at first, and then she thought of the system in her body and felt that it was also a robot, so she wanted to read this book.
After the second mission, the system seemed to have completely vanished, and no matter how she called out, it was unreliable. Later, she learned from headquarters that it had violated regulations by assisting its predecessor, the book-crossing mission-taker, and had been locked up in a dark room. Since then, before each mission, headquarters had directly implanted the relevant data into her mind and no longer assigned her to the system.
At first, sitting in the bookstore, their minds were not on the books, and they would occasionally glance at each other. Then, after reading for more than ten minutes, they gradually focused their attention on the books.
It was already past three in the afternoon when they left the Science and Technology Museum. Song Xianle and He Yanqing didn't go anywhere else. Jiang Zhifan suddenly called, and He Yanqing rushed over immediately after answering the phone, leaving Song Xianle to return to the hotel by herself.
These past few days, He Yanqing had been leaving early and returning late, leaving Song Xianle with nothing to do. She guessed that what He Yanqing was doing had little to do with the company, but was definitely closely related to Jiang Zhifan.
Although Jiang Zhifan intended to train her and treat her as his own, he still didn't trust her that much on some important matters.
The birthday party was tonight. He Yanqing returned to the hotel, showered, and changed his clothes. After finishing his routine, he knocked on the door of the next room. After waiting for a few minutes, someone inside opened the door.
"I was looking for my earrings just now, so I was a little slow." Song Xianle looked up at the man opposite and saw him standing upright outside the door from a close distance.
The coldness in her eyes softened slightly when she saw the person behind the door. Song Xianle felt He Yanqing's gaze flicker like a flame, then darken to a dark blue like the seabed, and her gaze darkened.
He Yanqing's eyes locked onto Song Xianle's goose-yellow halter dress, then quickly scanned her entire body. The tiny straps draped over her shoulders, and the neckline was low, but the fabric fitted her figure perfectly, hugging her slender figure.
What caught his eye was her smooth neck and milky white skin. Under the light of the hotel corridor, it caught his eye, and he was reluctant to look away, but he restrained himself. He hadn't expected that the dress she bought was a halter style like this. She looked very dignified and charming in it.
Song Xianle's hair was simply tied up, and she only wore a pearl necklace around her neck, without any earrings. She had searched the suitcase for a long time but couldn't find the pair of pearl earrings.
"Let's go." He Yanqing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only uttered these two words. He turned and walked out first, this time deliberately not waiting for Song Xianle to walk with him.
Song Xianle looked at the back of He Yanqing's head, then looked down at her skirt. Wasn't it beautiful enough?
She shook her head lightly and followed, seeing the man in front of her take off his suit jacket. Song Xianle saw him turn around and glance at her after taking off his jacket, as if he had stopped to wait for her. So she quickened her pace.
In fact, the two were only two meters apart. He Yanqing saw Song Xianle walking towards him with her skirt lifted. At this moment, her every frown and smile were magnified. In just a few seconds, this picture flashed clearly in his mind over and over again.
Song Xianle walked up to him and the two took the elevator out of the hotel.
He Yanqing's car had been shipped, and Song Xianle ended her taxi service. Although she hadn't called it many times in total.
The party was to start at 7pm, and it would take 30 minutes to get there from the hotel. They left at 6pm to avoid traffic jams.
The banquet was held in another hotel, and He Yanqing drove for more than 30 minutes to reach the hotel where the banquet was held.
The two got out of the car, and He Yanqing stretched out his arm, motioning Song Xianle to hold his arm.
Along the way, a waiter led them into the hall and left after they arrived.
He Yanqing entered the center of the banquet hall and took Song Xianle to the dining area.
"You rest here first. I'll go meet President Jiang. This time, President Jiang won't be attending on behalf of the company, so we'll be representing the company."
Song Xianle wasn't surprised to hear the news. After all, the male lead was there, and the female lead would most likely show up too.
The heroine of the book, disguised as someone else, appears at the banquet and, by chance, runs into the hero. Jiang Zhifan is threatening Lian Gao with a plot of land in the northern suburbs of the city. After meeting the hero at the bar, he begins investigating her identity, only to discover that she's a member of the Jiang family and currently manages the family business. He doesn't find any information about Jiang Zhifan's overseas companies.
However, he discovered that the land he had given her was not in her hands, nor had she let the company develop it. Instead, it ended up in the name of his younger brother. The male protagonist was very curious, so he followed the clues through his younger brother and found out the female protagonist's big secret.
As for why the heroine could not find out the relationship between the hero and his younger brother, it was because Lian Sheng had conflicts with his family in his early years. He studied abroad for high school and college. After returning to China, he never went home and only occasionally contacted his brother Lian Gao by phone.
"Okay, Director He." Song Xianle immediately returned to work.
I haven't heard her call him Director He for several days, and it felt a little awkward when I heard it today.
"There shouldn't be any work-related matters this time, so just treat it as a fun trip. Of course, remember to be flexible if you encounter any special circumstances."
"Call me if you need anything."
After He Yanqing left, Song Xianle stood by the buffet counter, picked up a small cake, and began to eat. To the right of the counter, a band played, seemingly non-stop since she entered. Eating cake and listening to music, it would have been nice if she could sit down for a while. But since no one had taken a seat, Song Xianle didn't dare move.
After Song Xianle finished eating, he put down the plate and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, as if he didn't feel the gaze coming from afar at all.
Xiao Duan noticed Song Xianle when she was eating cake.
She nibbled at her cake and watched the music playing in front of her, looking very happy. She seemed out of place with the group of people chatting and exchanging business cards on the other side.
Anyone who could come to Lian Yian's birthday party was almost always a prominent figure, at least a company executive. However, she looked very young, so he guessed she was probably a secretary or assistant to a CEO.
Song Xianle glanced over there, walked to the waiter and asked him where the bathroom was.
In the bathroom, Song Xianle touched up her lipstick. She knew someone had been watching her in the hall; she could vaguely see their tall figure. She tried to recall the original book, but it seemed no such person existed, so it wasn't a big deal.
Back in the hall, Song Xianle saw that He Yanqing had returned.
The birthday party began. Today's protagonist stood on the stage, spoke a few words, and then came down. It was obvious that Lian Yian was not in high spirits today, and his face looked a little grim. But out of consideration for the guests, he did not completely frown.
In the book, Lian Yian held a birthday party not for the purpose of celebrating his birthday, but for another purpose.
Music started playing again, and a new round of conversation began in the hall.
He Yanqing just came back and didn't see Song Xianle. He asked the waiter next to him and found out where she was.
"Director He, nice to meet you." A middle-aged man came over with a wine glass. "Here, Director He, I heard your company won the advertising plan for Juenian Culture? Congratulations!"
The man took a glass of wine from the waiter and handed it to He Yanqing. After seeing He Yanqing take it, Song Xianle clinked glasses with him and finally drank it all.
"Hahaha, that's quite respectful!"
"Director He has made great contributions to your company this time. He will definitely get a promotion and a raise when he returns. Congratulations! Congratulations!"
After the man left, everyone else, whether they were there to sincerely congratulate him or to take the opportunity to get him drunk, came over and clinked their glasses.
Someone saw Song Xianle standing next to He Yanqing, looking her up and down, "Is this Director He's assistant?"
"She's a pretty girl. Come on, have a drink for your Director He!"
"No, she's driving tonight, so she won't drink." Seeing someone offering a drink to Song Xianle, He Yanqing stopped them, "I'll take this one."
The man saw He Yanqing finish the glass and did not make things difficult for him.
"Director He..."
Song Xianle looked at the people around him calling him "Director He" and knew that He Yanqing was destined to be forced to drink several bottles of wine tonight.
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At the end of the banquet, Song Xianle saw that He Yanqing's cheeks were covered with red blush, even his ears were red, and he looked unconscious.
Song Xianle helped He Yanqing to the passenger seat and sat in the driver's seat herself. She looked to the right and saw that He Yanqing had lost consciousness even when fastening her seat belt. She was hunched over, supporting the passenger seat with one hand and pulling the seat belt with the other.
When she was pulling the seat belt, because her arms were not long enough, her body almost touched him. At that moment, Song Xianle clearly felt He Yanqing's breath on her right cheek.
After helping He Yanqing fasten his seatbelt, Song Xianle lingered on his face for a few seconds. Seeing his eyes tightly closed, his face in pain, she thought for a moment and drove out. After leaving the hotel and onto the road, she saw another convenience store not far away.
"I'm going to get some water and see if there's a pharmacy nearby. You stay here for now, and call me if you need anything."
Huh? Why does that last sentence sound so familiar?
Song Xianle was unbuckling his seat belt when He Yanqing grabbed his right wrist with one hand, but the force was not strong enough.
"Can you see a convenience store here?" He Yanqing raised his eyelids and asked her.
"Yes, it's outside. It's just a few steps away." Song Xianle looked at her hand that was being held, and then looked at the person who was holding her.
"Can you see the pharmacy?" He Yanqing blinked, trying to wake up.
Following his question, Song Xianle rolled down the window, revealing his face, tilted his neck, and looked around. "No."
"Don't buy medicine. It's not safe."
He Yanqing saw that there was a convenience store outside. He felt a little weak and glanced at her. "Just buy some water. I'll be fine after a while."
Song Xianle glanced at her clothes and nodded, "Okay. I'll go get some water."
There were almost no vehicles here, but few pedestrians. She was really not suitable to stay alone in a deserted place for too long in such a way.
"Put it on." He Yanqing took off his coat and handed it to Song Xianle, just in time to meet her puzzled eyes.
He Yanqing understood the meaning behind it, "Even though we're close, I'm also afraid of accidents. I'm not afraid of you wearing revealing clothes, but I'm afraid of some people's dirty hearts."
Song Xianle suddenly heard what he said and smiled, "That's right."
She got out of the car.
She knew that He Yanqing didn't get out of the car because he trusted the world. And this dress represented his doubts about the world.
He Yanqing patted his forehead. He hadn't drunk much this time, so he was still sober. He leaned back in his chair, rolled down the window, and looked out.
Under the neon lights, she held up the hem of her skirt with one hand and placed the other on her shoulder to adjust her ill-fitting jacket. After a while, she trotted out of the convenience store, clutching two bottles of water, followed by a man.
When He Yanqing saw this scene, he felt an inexplicable fire in his heart, burning directly into his heart and eyes. It was not the possessive desire that he did not allow others to stare at her because he liked her, but the fear that she would meet with an accident. It was a rage caused by fear.
The man saw a man in the car in front of him staring straight at him, like a sharp-eyed lion in the dark night, as if he would jump out of the window and bite him to death if he took a step forward. Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
Song Xianle got into the car and handed the water to He Yanqing.
As He Yanqing took the water, he met her gaze and said, "Sorry."
Song Xianle was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and looked back at him, "It's okay."
She knew that the emotion he just expressed was guilt, and he regretted not getting off the car with her.
Seeing that He Yanqing's face was not so red anymore, Song Xianle drove back to the hotel.
The hotel provides parking for guests, but it's hard to find. Song Xianle wanted to ask He Yanqing where the parking lot was, but seeing that he was asleep, she didn't ask and called the hotel front desk. Finally, following the front desk's instructions, she circled the hotel and followed the car in front to find the entrance.
The parking lot was on the basement level of the hotel. As Song Xianle parked the car, He Yanqing seemed to feel a jolt forward, then woke up.
When Song Xianle saw that he opened his eyes, he didn't urge him and just sat in his seat looking at him.
"Are we there yet?" He Yanqing frowned and saw that he was already in the parking lot.
"We're here." Song Xianle looked at him calmly, not in a hurry to go up.
"Shall we sit for a while?"
He Yanqing wanted to stay with her for a while longer. He had been busy these past few days and hadn't had much time to be alone.
It just happened to be what she wanted. "Okay."
His gaze, under the influence of alcohol, suddenly heated up as it swept over her eyes, her lips, and her neck. Song Xianle's usually calm gaze was now filled with turbulence. She watched He Yanqing completely expose his forbearance, restraint, and entanglement in front of her, and these emotions gradually accumulated.
Seeing him like this, Song Xianle licked his lips unconsciously.
The two of them stayed in silence for more than ten minutes without saying a word. During this time, someone passed by, but because the light here was not bright enough, it was difficult for them to notice that there was someone else in the car.
Time was ticking by, and Song Xianle was still wearing He Yanqing's suit. She couldn't help but look at him. He was still wearing a white shirt and a black tie. Even though it was hot, he didn't take off his tie, but it was a little crooked.
The sound of footsteps outside slowly approached, then slowly receded from their ears. The brightly lit parking lot was completely silent, and they gathered their strength in this dimly lit corner, waiting in silence for the moment when their heartstrings would snap.
In the end, He Yanqing's heartstrings broke.
He smiled at Song Xianle and waved gently to her, signaling her to come closer. That smile was like spring rain, nourishing and sweet.
Song Xianle subconsciously moved closer to him, one hand around her waist. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of breathing in and out, "Song Xianle, can I kiss you?"
The two leaned against each other in a staggered position. Song Xianle slowly raised his head to look at him, looking at him with a smile, and asked, "What do you think?"
He Yanqing also smiled, "I think—" He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Okay."
After saying that, He Yanqing leaned over, hugged Song Xianle's waist tightly, and the two began to kiss.
Song Xianle hugged He Yanqing's neck, kneeling on the chair, bent over, eyes closed, occasionally taking a breath. His suit jacket was half on, half off, and the thin straps on his bare shoulders had slipped off, revealing a small amount of milky white skin.
He Yanqing's tie had already been torn off by Song Xianle, and no one knew where it fell. After kissing for a while, He Yanqing let go of her, exhaled suddenly, and after calming his breath, he said, "Let's get back together?"
These words came too quickly. Although Song Xianle was happy, she still wanted to ask: "Is it because we kissed?"
He Yanqing was stunned for a second, "No. I want to kiss you because I want to be with you."
"I want to kiss you legitimately in the future."
"Well...if we're together, you won't ask me if it's okay when you kiss me like you did just now?"
Song Xianle crossed his arms and looked at He Yanqing.
He Yanqing: "If we were together, I would definitely ask you if you want to kiss me before I kiss you."
Later, Song Xianle never felt the feeling of being kissed secretly again, and lost this little bit of romance between lovers.
Song Xianle: "Is this still possible?"
"That's fine." He Yanqing nodded, "You can do whatever you want."
He cleared his throat and said solemnly, like a priest:
“Can you be my girlfriend again”
—“yes!”
At this moment, a burst of laughter came from the car, and only the two of them heard it.
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