This Director Is Not To Be Trifled With - Chapter 13

Song Xian didn’t stay the night at Xiao Yutong’s place. Though she had actually fallen asleep for a bit, she woke up again when Xiao Yutong was helping her apply a face mask. She originally didn’t want to move reeking of alcohol, still wearing makeup, and needing to work the next day. She didn’t want to risk breaking out.

Before taking a shower, she texted Jiang Chen to confirm she’d gotten home safely. Jiang Chen was quick within two hours, he had already dug up everything about President Jiang.

Leaning against the headboard, Song Xian looked at the files Jiang Chen sent.

“Jiang Haonan, forty years old? I thought he was pushing sixty. A relative of Liloca’s boss? No wonder he’s so arrogant. With people like him left in the company, it’s bound to collapse sooner or later.”

After browsing for a while, she felt drowsy and turned off the lights. Suddenly, she remembered she forgot to take her medicine, but as she reached for the light switch, she also remembered she’d been drinking. Forget it she laid back down and went to sleep.

At Jin Cheng’s office, Yao Mingkai stormed into Xiao Yutong’s office, slamming a stack of documents down on her desk.

Unbuttoning his suit jacket, hands on hips, he glared at her.

“Xiao Yutong, do you know how much effort I spent calming that bastard down yesterday?”

“So what?” Xiao Yutong shot back.

“You get to play the hero while I’m left to clean up your mess like some pathetic lapdog. You think that’s fair?”

“Yao Mingkai, don’t think I don’t know why you agreed to take Song Xian to that dinner.”

“So now you’re sacrificing a major project all for some newbie employee?”

“I didn’t do it for anyone in particular. I just can’t stand how you people sacrifice women for profit.”
In the workplace, it’s tough enough for women succeed and they say you slept your way up; fail and they try to force you into doing just that.

“You’re exaggerating. What did she even sacrifice?”

Xiao Yutong set her pen down, leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest with a mocking smirk.

“That’s exactly why I can’t stand you.”

“Xiao Yutong” Yao Mingkai’s voice softened, as if he wanted to say more, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” she said.

It was Zhou Yao. She held a document in her hands. Seeing Yao Mingkai, she greeted him politely,

“Director Yao,” and then turned to Xiao Yutong.

“Director Xiao, I need your signature on this document.”

Xiao Yutong accepted the file, glanced at Yao Mingkai.

“Alright, Director Yao. Since Liloca has agreed to cooperate, let’s start preparations.”

Yao Mingkai and Xiao Yutong exchanged a look, then both looked at Zhou Yao. She instantly understood. The earlier tension in the room seemed to dissolve.

“Thanks for your hard work, Director Xiao. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Director Xiao, we signed with Lilocha?” Zhou Yao asked.

“Not yet. We’re signing the contract tomorrow.”
Xiao Yutong handed the signed document back to Zhou Yao.
“Also, don’t tell the others just yet we don’t want any complications.”

“Understood, Director.”

Zhou Yao knew how cautious Xiao Yutong was, so she didn’t question it further.

But her acting skills were laughably bad upon learning the deal with Lilocha was going through, her first reaction was disappointment.

“By the way, could you ask Song Xian to come in?” Xiao Yutong added.

Zhou Yao adjusted her mood before leaving and then called out to Song Xian.

“Hey Song, the director wants to see you.”

“Ugh, again?” Song Xian complained on the surface, but inside, she was thrilled.

She walked in looking delighted, and came out looking deflated. She desperately needed a cup of coffee to perk up. It was 10 a.m., and the breakroom was already full prime time for mid-morning fatigue.

Most of the people inside were from Group One and Group Two. Only Zhou Yao represented Group Three. She was standing by the coffee machine, staring blankly as the coffee nearly overflowed.

“Zhou Yao-jie,” Song Xian called. Zhou Yao finally snapped out of it.

Song Xian poured herself a cup and asked,

“You seem distracted something bothering you?”

Zhou Yao forced a smile.

“No, just a little tired from work.”

“Well, I am bothered,” Song Xian sighed, pouring out her complaints.
“I think I’m about to get fired.”

She recounted last night’s events but with some modifications. Her version: she convinced Director Yao to attend the dinner, only to be sent home by Director Xiao, who said design department staff couldn’t meet with clients outside of work. She also complained about Xiao Yutong’s double standards.

“Zhou Yao-jie,” Song Xian hooked her arm around Zhou Yao’s,
“Do you know anyone in other ad agencies? If I get fired, can you hook me up?”

“I know a few people, but since we’re competitors, it’s a little tricky.”

“True. How about A Company? Even Jin Cheng lost to them, they must be good,” Song Xian mused out loud.

Zhou Yao just thought this girl was kind of clueless.

Song Xian changed the subject and chatted a bit longer before Zhou Yao left the breakroom.

“Director Xiao.”

“Director Xiao.”

Xiao Yutong entered. Everyone greeted her and promptly left, leaving only her and Song Xian behind.

Pouring herself a cup of coffee, Xiao Yutong said,

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too obvious?”

Song Xian leaned over to catch the scent of her hair.

“Obvious? I think my love for you isn’t obvious enough.”

Xiao Yutong glanced sideways.

“Smart mouth.”

“Director Xiao, did you take advantage of me last night?”
Since they were alone, Song Xian let herself loose.

She stepped closer. Xiao Yutong backed up, hitting the table behind her. If nothing had happened, she wouldn’t be flustered but something had, and now she was a bit guilty. She maintained a calm face.

“You think I’m you?”

Song Xian leaned in closer, insisting:

“Are you sure nothing happened?”

Before the words even finished, she suddenly kissed Xiao Yutong. It was quick just two seconds but Xiao Yutong didn’t dodge, only tightened her grip on her coffee cup.

That’s when realization dawned on her. She pushed Song Xian away.

“You were faking being drunk last night?”

Song Xian shrugged innocently.

“I wasn’t faking. Director Xiao just thought I was drunk.”

Outside the breakroom, Zhang Xin covered her mouth, barely stopping herself from screaming. She pinched her arm to confirm she wasn’t dreaming.

Was that soft, flustered expression really on their Director Xiao’s face?

Last time, when Song Xian said she’d chase after Director Xiao, Zhang Xin thought it was a joke. Who knew it was real? When Song Xian leaned in just now, Zhang Xin thought she’d just witnessed the end of Song Xian’s career or her life.

But Director Xiao didn’t dodge. She actually blushed!

She had stumbled upon something huge.

Just then, Zhang Jin started walking toward the breakroom. Zhang Xin locked her arm around his neck and dragged him away.

This secret belongs to her alone.

“Song Xian, are you playing me?” Xiao Yutong stormed out, then stopped at the doorway.

In this tug of war with Song Xian, she always seemed to be at a disadvantage. Time after time, Song Xian had teased her and pulled her into her schemes. As a seasoned professional, she couldn’t let a newbie toy with her like this.

No she refused to lose.

Xiao Yutong turned back around. Seeing Song Xian’s smug face, she strode forward, scooped her up, and set her on the table. Song Xian’s surprised expression was laced with panic.

Perfect. She loved seeing her like this.

“Xiao Yutong.” Song Xian placed her hands on Xiao’s shoulders, her voice soft.

Like a wild wolf tamed into a domestic kitten. That’s how a young girl should look.

Because the table was high, Song Xian was now a head taller. Xiao Yutong’s gaze landed right at the base of her neck. Song Xian wore a pale green blouse today, the top two buttons undone, revealing a stretch of smooth, pale skin.

Avoiding direct eye contact, she lowered her head to kiss Song Xian’s neck gently, like a dragonfly skimming water. She knew the neck was Song Xian’s weak spot.

Xiao Yutong (thinking): What goes around, comes around, Song Xian.

Just a few touches and Song Xian’s body trembled, her head tilted back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her hands around Xiao Yutong’s neck tightened.

But Xiao Yutong didn’t rush. She wanted to take her time teasing her from neck to collarbone, even giving a soft bite there. Light enough to leave no mark…

Song Xian (thinking): But it definitely left a mark in my heart.

She wasn’t finished yet, continuing her exploration downward. Sensing something, Song Xian lifted Xiao Yutong’s head, their eyes locking.

In her eyes, Xiao Yutong saw passion, heat, and longing. Her cheeks were flushed, breathing heavy.

Mission accomplished.

Song Xian cupped her face, eyelashes fluttering, leaning down for a kiss. But just as their lips were about to meet, a single mischievous finger blocked her.

“Eh?” Song Xian blinked, confused, a little anxious.

Xiao Yutong calmly picked up the coffee cup behind her, took a step back, and walked away with a meaningful smile.

She was very satisfied with her performance.

Xiao Yutong (thinking): Let’s see if you dare tease me again next time.

Song Xian sat frozen, still flushed and flustered, heat spreading all over. Even though she had been on the receiving end this time, she felt oddly happy.

That electrifying sensation when her lips touched her skin unforgettable.

Watching that graceful, curvy figure bowing before her, and when she bit her buttons…

Her mind said stop, but her heart screamed don’t stop, go further.

Song Xian (thinking): Xiao Yutong is too damn good at this!

Author’s Note:

Xiao Yutong: “You’re still too young.”

Song Xian: “I’m so in love with Director Xiao.”