Chapter 10 (1/2): Might Just Make the Young Girl Cry

Similar questions—only A Li had ever asked Miss Xu Nanyin like this, and in front of her, she always answered truthfully.

“I did not.”

She retorted, it was just that there had been a lot going on recently, and besides, this illness couldn’t be cured anyway, so even if he asked, it wouldn’t help.

“Mm.”

Song Huaixu noticed she didn’t want to tell the truth.

Worried he’d press on, Miss Xu Nanyin gently reminded, “A gentleman shouldn’t ask a lady about her private matters without permission.”

“A lady shouldn’t bite people without permission either.”

“……”

“I didn’t mean to.”

Miss Xu Nanyin’s face warmed up; she had been afraid of making some strange sound at that time.

“Is it serious?” she asked, “Does it hurt?”

Her question was soft and gentle, and she was being unusually obedient.

No one had ever asked him like this before.

Song Huaixu wanted to hear more, “What do you think?”

“I didn’t use much force.”

Miss Xu Nanyin pursed her lips, speaking honestly, “It should go down soon.”

Thinking about it, she realized she’d done quite a few things to him last night.

She’d even gotten his desk wet.

She wasn’t clueless—precisely because she understood, she felt even more embarrassed.

He must know too.

Oh, right, when cleaning up…

Miss Xu Nanyin asked in a small voice, “Um.”

Song Huaixu leaned back in his chair, long fingers tapping the table, “What?”

“Did you clean your desk?”

Miss Xu Nanyin’s voice was a little unsteady, airy and soft, “I didn’t mean to.”

She couldn’t control her body, and she hadn’t expected that after he touched her several times, so much water would flow out.

That moment of pleasure was different from the satisfaction of her skin hunger—it was another feeling entirely.

“It should be wiped clean.”

The man’s tone was unhurried, “If Miss Xu doesn’t believe me, you can come check.”

She definitely wasn’t going to check.

Thinking about what kind of liquid that was, Miss Xu Nanyin’s ears turned a faint pink.

She pleaded softly, “Can you not tell anyone?”

Song Huaixu moved his phone a little further away, and after a few seconds, replied, “As a gentleman, I’ll keep this secret for you.”

If she didn’t mention it, he wouldn’t tell anyone either.

“Thank you.”

Miss Xu Nanyin was very satisfied.

“If you ever need, I can clarify things for you too.”

“Clarify what?”

“A lot of things. Online they say you’re cold-blooded, and that—well, that you’re not capable.”

Miss Xu Nanyin still remembered all sorts of wild rumors.

Song Huaixu feigned ignorance, “Not capable in what way?”

Miss Xu Nanyin, thinking he didn’t know, explained seriously, “Some media wrote you’re not capable, physically.”

She’d accidentally seen it last night—the way the bath towel bulged, if it hadn’t been tied tightly, it probably would have burst open.

It was even more exaggerated than those Twitter porn stars Lin Zhijun and the others had secretly shown her before.

So there really were such sizes in the world.

If something that big entered her body, she’d probably die.

Fortunately, he truly was a good person—he’d only ever rubbed her back and waist, never done anything else, not even kissed her.

But then, how did he resolve it last night?

As a Chinese medicine doctor, Miss Xu Nanyin thought about the consequences of not relieving it, and felt a little guilty.

He wouldn’t hurt himself, would he?

She asked, he answered—he let out a silent laugh.

His tone slowed a little, “That does affect my reputation. How are you going to clarify it?”

Miss Xu Nanyin tried softly, “Tell them it’s fake? Doesn’t match the reality?”

She hadn’t thought it through, just wanted to say something.

“How will you explain to the media how you know the truth about my body?”

“Let me think… Maybe say I saw when we went swimming?”

“But I never swim outside.”

The man was calm and unhurried.

“They’ll be like sharks smelling blood, asking why you were at my home swimming with me.”

He had a swimming pool at home?

She hadn’t seen it.

Miss Xu Nanyin’s first reaction was that maybe it was in the basement.

She imagined being questioned by the media.

“Miss Xu, how big is Song General Manager’s—over there—exactly?”

“Miss Xu, why were you looking at Song General Manager’s private parts while swimming?”

“Miss Xu, did you really see Song General Manager’s body while swimming, or was it because you were doing something else?”

Miss Xu Nanyin pressed her hand to her chest—she couldn’t think about this anymore.

She couldn’t answer any of them, not even the size, which was just her estimate.

She scooped up a spoonful of cold sweet soup into her mouth, her complaint tinged with shyness, “You’re just guessing.”

It was as if she could hear water in her ears, and the sound of swallowing, even her voice was syrupy sweet.

Song Huaixu lowered his voice slightly, “It’s speculation.”

Miss Xu Nanyin didn’t want to argue about whether he was capable anymore, and changed the subject, “Investigation’s over, I’m going home.”

“When?”

Song Huaixu paused briefly, as if he’d expected this.

This little girl had no fond memories of Ning City at all.

“Tonight?”

Miss Xu Nanyin hadn’t even asked A Li to buy her ticket yet, her things weren’t packed, and she didn’t know if there were any first-class seats left.

“Tomorrow night.”

Song Huaixu said, “Take the same plane you came on.”

He brought her to Ning City, so of course he’d be responsible for her safety.

He even had her departure time fully in hand, as if he wasn’t worried she’d refuse.

Miss Xu Nanyin remembered that private plane was very comfortable, hesitated just a second, “Okay, I’m hanging up now, bye-bye.”

The office returned to silence.

Until the mechanical “click” sounded, a sudden spark of fire appeared—Song Huaixu released his hand, playing with a silver lighter.

Last night, before she left, Miss Xu Nanyin had left two paper bags behind—he’d seen the greeting card, and what was inside.

The card was written in a proper tone, even addressed as “Song Sir.”

Noon sunlight scorched the outside of the whole building.

The man leaned in his chair, long legs crossed, mysterious and cold.

The phone rang, and he answered it offhandedly.

On the other end, Rong Xian asked, “You’re up to something big again? That private jet of yours, last time I asked to borrow it you said you had something, this time again?”

Song Huaixu was unhurried, “Yes.”

He bit a cigarette, spun the wheel, a flash of fire illuminating his deep features, “Don’t you have one yourself?”

Rong Xian said, “Not as big as yours, not as fun as yours.”

Song Huaixu’s manner was casual, white smoke spreading before him, “That doesn’t sound like you’re talking about a plane.”

Rong Xian: “……”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Rong Xian muttered, “Fine, you’re the biggest, okay? The other year, I was the one who accidentally debunked those rumors for you, remember?”

His tone was meaningful, “I heard you took a young lady to a Birthday Banquet last time—that was a rare sight. Was her surname Xu? Can’t think of anyone else.”

Big is one thing, but it’s how you use it.

Song Huaixu hadn’t used it in over twenty years; his skills might not even match his own, might even make the girl cry.

“When do you need it?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow won’t do.”

The man’s voice was calm, “Three days later, someone will notify you when it lands at the airport.”

Rong Xian gave an “Oh”: “Alright.”

He’d achieved his goal—rare for Song Huaixu to be so agreeable.

***

When Secretary Jiang Chen sent the documents, Miss Xu Nanyin was a little surprised.

The file practically detailed Tang Shuang’s family for eighteen generations, but the key was only the past few years.

She read for a long time and found nothing wrong—the purchase was indeed correct, and Xu Father had initiated the sale.

Could it be that the family’s cash flow was tight and they had to sell?

Miss Xu Nanyin searched for Tang Shuang’s name again, and this time her personal account came up.

Tang Shuang and Yue Yajun were friends, so naturally she had fans following her, and her account was full of daily life posts.