Miss Xu Nanyin asked how Miss Liang Jiamin forced Dai Hongshu, but she wouldn’t say, only mentioning that the video had already been processed to alter the audio.
“Just teaching you, otherwise sometimes when you see something, you won’t even know what it means. Be careful not to be deceived.”
So Miss Xu Nanyin gave up on casting the screen and decided to watch directly.
As soon as she opened it, after the black screen at the start, the title alone made her face flush and her heart race.
Before she even saw the real content, the door was opened.
Miss Xu Nanyin immediately closed the video and sat up on the bed, seeing a man walking over.
He was wearing a loosely tied bathrobe.
“Is what you want to say today very important?”
Song Huaixu sat down beside the bed.
“No, not at all.”
Miss Xu Nanyin was a little confused, not understanding why he was asking.
Song Huaixu raised an eyebrow.
No matter, if there’s nothing important but you come find me, even better.
“Next time before you cast the screen, watch the device name carefully.”
“Aren’t you in the study? How did you know—” she suddenly realized, “Could it be that I cast it to the wrong room?”
So it turned out her screen casting hadn’t failed, just projected to the wrong room, and he happened to see it.
Miss Xu Nanyin felt both embarrassed and surprised: “Could it be you watched the whole video? Can’t you just pretend you didn’t see it?”
“Sure.”
Song Huaixu said, “I only listened to the beginning.”
Miss Xu Nanyin breathed a sigh of relief.
That was a relief, otherwise she wouldn’t know how to explain it to Miss Liang Jiamin and would have to keep it a secret.
Luckily, the audio had been altered.
Next time, no more screen casting; one mishap is enough to teach her a lesson.
“Where did you find the video?” he asked.
“… Just randomly from the internet.”
Miss Xu Nanyin blurted out nonsense.
“If you want to know, why don’t you just ask me yourself?”
“Would you tell me?”
“You can see for yourself.”
Miss Xu Nanyin stared at his handsome face, which was only deep and captivating, nothing else.
“I can’t tell.”
Song Huaixu smirked, “Are you hungry?”
His topic suddenly shifted.
Although Miss Xu Nanyin found it strange, she shook her head, “Not hungry.”
She had eaten on the private plane with him at noon, then after arriving, had several pieces of cake before bed.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, wondering if he wanted to have dinner with her.
The man picked up the water glass under the desk lamp and handed it to her, his tone faintly ambiguous: “Hmph, a little hungry.”
Miss Xu Nanyin was indeed a bit thirsty, so she took it and drank a few sips.
Then she heard him ask, “Only drinking that little?”
“I’m not thirsty anymore.”
She felt something strange about him now.
Getting closer, she could feel the heat radiating from him and the droplets of water on his damp black hair dripping before her eyes.
He must have just finished washing not long ago.
Thinking about how he said he was a bit hungry, Miss Xu Nanyin thought that even if she didn’t eat, she could accompany him: “I’ll eat with you.”
Song Huaixu raised an eyebrow, “Accompany me?”
He put down the glass, his tone extremely suave, “Willing to eat whatever?”
Miss Xu Nanyin nodded obediently, “Hmph.”
Just as she agreed, her chin was caught by the man’s hand in front of her.
His palm was large and easily controlled her face.
Then his flawless handsome face closed in, the lingering warm breath spreading over her.
Everything was hot.
That was Miss Xu Nanyin’s only sensation.
She hardly resisted, not even having the chance to open her mouth before Song Huaixu effortlessly controlled it.
But it was very brief; before she could react, he released her.
“Eat here first.”
The man’s voice was low and deep, his fingertip resting on the corner of her lips, “Still want to accompany me?”
Miss Xu Nanyin was momentarily dazed, her eyes moist.
From the last sentence, she only caught the words “eat here.”
She thought seriously with a very obedient expression.
Song Huaixu noticed.
Miss Xu Nanyin lifted her face, “Accompany.”
His thumb moved forward, pausing at her mouth and tapping, “Here, will you stretch?”
“Of course—”
She meant to say “of course,” but as soon as the first syllable came out, it brushed against his finger, and she didn’t finish.
Her voice was vague but tantalizing.
Song Huaixu withdrew his hand, slightly teasing her, then placed it at the back of her neck and kissed her.
Miss Xu Nanyin tasted a faint hint of mint.
It invaded her without resistance, even the tips of her nerves tingled with the cool sensation.
She instinctively moved back but was blocked.
Her face flushed red and hot as she reached out to test.
Just as she responded, the man caught her hand and wouldn’t let go.
The light in the room flickered in front of her eyes.
The video meeting abruptly stopped halfway—something unheard of with their always business-focused boss.
Looking at the darkened screen, several executives exchanged glances, finally looking toward Secretary Jiang Chen, who had remained silent.
Working at Song Corporation naturally meant being fluent in Chinese.
Their boss was watching a video during a meeting, and the audio was scandalous—about how to seduce men.
No wonder they were all shocked.
“Jiang Chen,” someone spoke.
Jiang Chen calmly explained, “The boss has family over recently, so what you heard was meant for someone else.”
They were doubtful, “Really?”
Jiang Chen said, “Otherwise, do you think the boss went to do what? To scold the mastermind disturbing the meeting. Later, she’ll probably cry terribly.”
They spoke in English and noticed the first secretary’s use of “she,” indicating it was a woman.
Their expressions all screamed “Tell us more,” because boring meetings were no match for boss gossip.
Miss Xu Nanyin didn’t cry, but the corners of her eyes were slightly red.
She rested on the man’s shoulder, and being close, she sensed something was off.
Leaning her head back slightly to create space, she looked down and indeed saw the outline under his bathrobe bulge.
It reminded her of that night sitting at the table, just this time he wore a bathrobe, thinner and more revealing.
Miss Xu Nanyin’s gaze was direct, her expression unhidden.
Originally, one hand rested down on the quilt; her wrists were delicate, and at that moment seemed like measuring scales.
How exaggerated.
The words her friends used earlier jumped into her mind.
His voice above was calm, “Had enough?”
Miss Xu Nanyin immediately lifted her gaze, locking into his deep black eyes, “How long do you think I watched?”
She still had the nerve to ask.
“Not too long.”
Song Huaixu replied leisurely.
“You just said you were a bit hungry.”
Miss Xu Nanyin copied his tone, suspicious, “Is it still the case now?”
Song Huaixu’s voice was low and husky, “One-third full.”
Miss Xu Nanyin opened her mouth, “What about the other two-thirds?”
She recalled what he did for her that day, glancing sideways at his intimidating silhouette.
Could the remaining two-thirds be here?
If they were swapped…
Usually at home, even when eating a baguette, she insisted the kitchen cut it into small pieces.
She forced a “Hmph” and replied vaguely, “My mouth is small; I can’t eat it all.”
Unlike him.
His eyes were misty and pitiful as he looked at her, seeming vulnerable.
But the words he said were more irritating than anything.
Song Huaixu paused, his gaze deep.
He hadn’t meant it before but now seemed to tease her: “How do you know if you haven’t tried?”
Miss Xu Nanyin formed a circle with her thumb and index finger, matching the size of her mouth, then moved it down and placed it at the top of the bathrobe.
“Look.”
For a moment, Song Huaixu wasn’t sure whether to laugh at how cute she was or sigh at how soft her fingers were, making him even more tempted.
Miss Xu Nanyin was just telling him to look when she noticed the area became even firmer.
He pushed her hand backward, suddenly pulling it away.
Her nails accidentally caught the edge and chipped slightly.
Part of it caught her eye, leaving her stunned.
She looked up at him, “Empty…”
The man’s expression was calm, “Hmph.”
“Why?”
“The answers to your screen casting, don’t you want to know?”
“I want to, but…”
Miss Xu Nanyin subconsciously started to answer, then stopped halfway, sensing where his hunger tonight truly came from.
“Why’d you stop talking?”
Song Huaixu caught her hand, holding the ring finger she circled, spreading open the circle.
Still dazed, Miss Xu Nanyin was held by him; her palm instantly warmed before she came back to herself and blinked.
Impossible.
It was clearly not enough; her thumb’s tip didn’t even touch the other four fingers.
Not long after she started learning Chinese medicine, she had to learn pharmaceutical preparation.
Her family always relied on her, bought mortar and pestle, but the first time they bought the wrong one, so she had to make do.
Pounding medicine was an indispensable step.
The repetitive up-and-down motion needed to be done ten, thousands of times.
The pestle was heavy with textured patterns, rough and grainy.
She was weak and inexperienced, unable to keep pounding long before gasping for breath, palms hot, neck sore.
But the medicine wasn’t ready yet; she couldn’t stop.
Miss Xu Nanyin looked for help eagerly, just like today, that large palm covered hers, encouraging her to continue.
She looked up, seeing the man’s rolling Adam’s apple, and veins on his arm more prominent than usual.
Her open palm was already red, some of it stained on her clothes and chin.
Song Huaixu stared for a moment, then raised his hand to wipe it away.
Would the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine also get this tired? Miss Xu Nanyin’s thoughts scattered.
He took her to the washbasin, turned on the tap, lathered, and gently washed each finger.
His movements were gentle and caring.
Miss Xu Nanyin was wrapped in his arms, her whole body tingling.
Suddenly, she realized that him not wearing anything was a very wise choice.
Song Huaixu had asked earlier if she only drank that little water—could it be he anticipated she would soon be dehydrated and wanted to replenish her early?
The man behind her sensed her thoughts sharply.
“What’s wrong?”
Miss Xu Nanyin pretended nothing was happening and asked, “What time is it?”
She carefully enunciated, “My family doesn’t allow me to stay overnight at someone else’s place. I have to go back.”
As long as she didn’t stay here, she wouldn’t be dehydrated.
Song Huaixu didn’t expose her; he only asked, “Did you see it just now?”
Miss Xu Nanyin was confused, “See what?”
In front of the mirror, the man lowered his head, his face close to the girl’s, his voice sinking into her ear.
“The look I had when I was satisfied.”
It was unknown what time they went downstairs.
Uncle De was downstairs brewing tea.
He had already brewed several pots before, but no one came down, so he gave them to others.
Seeing the faint satisfaction on his master’s face, he understood but looked at Miss Xu Nanyin, who was still calm.
He withdrew his gaze, deciding to keep the tea for himself.
Back at Feilan, it was already 9:30 p.m.
A Li asked Yun Xia to send dinner to the room.
Miss Xu Nanyin took a bath first.
Tonight’s meal was osmanthus red bean glutinous rice balls and sweet soup with chicken rice grains.
Her wrist had little strength; after trying twice, the spoon wobbled.
A Li was excitedly feeding her.
Since growing up, except when sick, no one in their family had treated her like this.
Before bed, A Li held a tube of ointment Yun Xia brought and asked curiously, “Zhuzhu, where are you injured? Still need to apply medicine?”
Miss Xu Nanyin took it, “No, maybe just in case. Do I look injured?”
A Li didn’t doubt her.
The next day, seeing Miss Xu Nanyin using the ointment like hand cream, she was suspicious about life.
For the next two days, she didn’t go to Baihu Bay.
Every day, Yun Xia and Wen Jiao brought fresh things to eat and drink.
Miss Xu Nanyin even teased Song Huaixu: [Did you get the remaining two-thirds later?]
The man at the company gave her a scary two-word reply.
[Not enough.]
Still not enough?
Miss Xu Nanyin was stunned: [Why is your appetite so big?]
Song Huaixu: [Born that way.]
Miss Xu Nanyin: [..]
She gave two punctuation marks.