This Director Is Not To Be Trifled With - Chapter 14

After what had just happened, even Xiao Yutong, who had initiated it, wasn’t completely unaffected. With so many colleagues outside, doing something so shameful in there it felt thrilling. Compared to their previous private encounters, doing something intimate in such a public setting was truly a new experience.

In work, she enjoyed new challenges, but in love, she leaned toward the plain and steady. She had never craved any intense, passionate romance. So even when she had physical needs, she usually just satisfied them casually. That night with Song Xian had been an experience like never before.

Ever since Song Xian’s appearance, she’d started to feel a strong desire she wanted to possess Song Xian, wanted to fall asleep every night holding that soft body. Perhaps it had nothing to do with emotions, but the desire to own Song Xian’s body was very real. She couldn’t deny it she liked the thrill Song Xian brought her.

Back in the office, she still felt itchy inside. Through the glass, she saw Song Xian had returned to her desk, the blush on her face now faded, like nothing had ever happened. She was chatting with Zhang Xin.

Song Xian had a strange feeling about the way Zhang Xin was looking at her there was something odd in her gaze. Zhang Xin kept winking at her, that smile on her lips making Song Xian feel a bit creeped out.

“Is something wrong with your eye?” she asked, seeing Zhang Xin wink at her for a while.

“Nope!” Zhang Xin leaned in. “Song Xian, don’t forget about me when you make it big!”

Zhang Xin: This is the future director’s wife we’re talking about!

Everyone knew that besides being the director, Xiao Yutong was also the second-largest shareholder of Jin Cheng definitely a rich woman. But Song Xian herself was also a second generation rich kid. So if they got together, wouldn’t that be rich plus richer?

Ah well, whatever. She was shipping this couple hard anyway.

Whether in looks, ability, or wealth, they were just too well matched. Could there be a more perfect couple?

Song Xian found Zhang Xin’s behavior baffling, but didn’t think too much about it. Her mind was completely occupied by Xiao Yutong.

All morning, she had her eyes fixed on Xiao Yutong, watching her every move whether working, drinking water, or answering the phone, she looked so sexy and enticing. Especially when she drank water her chin slightly lifted, lips just brushing the cup.

Song Xian thought to herself: I wish I were that cup in her hand.

When lunchtime came, everyone got a bit restless, but no one dared move. After all, a big case had just been lost, and people were quietly peeking into the director’s office. Not even the guest services department dared leave Director Yao had also lost his temper earlier that morning.

After ten minutes or so, both directors finally left their offices, and only then did everyone else dare to go.

Song Xian usually had lunch with Zhang Xin. Today, she lied and said she had something to do, so Zhang Xin left with other colleagues. When Zhou Yao came out of the restroom, Song Xian called her over, saying everyone had already left and asking if she could have lunch with her. Zhou Yao declined.

After going downstairs, Zhou Yao got into a car, and Song Xian quietly followed, getting into another car to tail her.

She followed her all the way to a restaurant, where Zhou Yao met with a woman around thirty five years old. Song Xian didn’t recognize her, so she took a photo and sent it to Xiao Yutong.

In a private dining room, Xiao Yutong was with Yao Mingkai and Yang Yuhan. After receiving the photo, she passed it to them.

Yao Mingkai: “Looks like it’s definitely her.”

Yang Yuhan finished his wine and stood up. “Leave it to you guys. I’m done here.”

Yao Mingkai muttered, “What’s with the bossy act?”

Xiao Yutong put her phone back in her bag, ignoring his comment. “I’m leaving too. It’s your job now, Director Yao.”

Yao Mingkai sighed helplessly. What did this have to do with him anyway? This was an HR matter.

These people really loved to dump things on him.

Since she was already there, Song Xian decided to just eat at that restaurant. It was one of her favorites, after all.

“Song Xian,” someone called her just after she finished ordering.

It was one of Zhang Xin’s roommates.

“So it really is you! I thought I was mistaken.” She sat down next to Song Xian without waiting for an invitation.

If you thought it was a mistake, why’d you call me? Song Xian thought.

She glanced quickly in Zhou Yao’s direction no sign of movement. She likely hadn’t noticed her, and even if she did, it didn’t matter. Everyone needs to eat. A coincidence was perfectly normal.

After their last encounter, Song Xian hadn’t developed a good impression of this roommate though she couldn’t quite say why. Maybe it was the strong perfume? She hadn’t even remembered her name never expected to meet her one-on-one.

Song Xian gave a polite smile. “You’re eating here too?”

“Yeah, my office is nearby.”

“Oh, are you here alone?”

“I came with a friend. Anyway, I’ll head back.”

Song Xian nodded. The woman walked away but soon came back. “Oh, let’s add each other on WeChat! We can hang out sometime.”

Song Xian hesitated. “Uh, my phone’s dead. If you really want to add me, just ask Zhang Xin to send you my contact.”

Basically she didn’t want to add her. Song Xian was like that: she doted on those she liked, but didn’t want to waste even a second on those she didn’t.

Since this woman was Zhang Xin’s friend, she didn’t want to refuse outright, but her message was clear. Hopefully, the other person got the hint.

She ate a lot it had been ages since she’d come to this restaurant. She was stuffed.

But the moment she stepped outside, she saw Zhou Yao waiting at the door. Clearly, she had been waiting specifically for her.

“Zhou Yao-jie, why are you here?” Song Xian took the initiative to ask.

Zhou Yao replied, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking why you’re here?”

She folded her arms. Zhou Yao didn’t think Song Xian knew the woman she’d met with, but she was certain that Song Xian had followed her there. She just didn’t know why.

Song Xian didn’t feel guilty at all. She walked over. “Obviously, I came to eat. What else would I be doing here? Didn’t you also come here for lunch?”

“Little Song, this place isn’t exactly affordable for a fresh graduate,” Zhou Yao leaned close, speaking knowingly.

“That’s true. It cost me a third of my salary! Guess I’ll be eating dirt the rest of the month. Oh right, Zhou Yao-jie, are you heading back to the office? I’ll go with you.”

She played dumb, using the opportunity to hitch a ride and save on fare. Two birds, one stone.

Back at the company, everything seemed calm too calm, like the quiet before a storm. She hadn’t napped during lunch, and now with no assignments, she was both sleepy and bored. So she just laid her head on the desk and dozed off.

Honestly, this company wasn’t as scary as Zhang Xin and the others had made it sound. In fact, it was pretty chill except on days with big cases.

Though she was lying on her desk, she slept well dreaming a beautiful dream, because Xiao Yutong was in it.

In the golden sunset, both of them wore white nightgowns and sat by the window. Xiao Yutong was reading, while she lay on her lap playing games. If she won, she’d kiss her. If she lost, she’d roll in her arms, enjoying the softness.

When the game got tiring, and the book boring, she would carry Xiao Yutong to bed for some “exercise,” of course.

Bang bang bang  the dream was shattered by knocking. Who the heck was disturbing her sleep? Frowning, she looked up and saw Xiao Yutong’s face. This wasn’t the gentle version from her dream this version looked like she could eat her alive.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her she was instantly awake.

Honestly, she was still a little afraid of Xiao Yutong, especially when caught sleeping on the job.

“Di-director Xiao…” she stammered.

“Sleeping during work hours. Zhou Yao, mark her as absent for the day,” Xiao Yutong shot her a cold glance and walked off. Song Xian quickly followed her into the director’s office.

“Director Xiao, Director Xiao”

Once the door closed, her tone changed immediately. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? For Zhou Yao to see.”

Xiao Yutong gave a smile. “What do you think?”

“Ahh, Director Xiao,” Song Xian began to act cute. “I was wrong. Please don’t mark me absent I need my salary to pay rent!”

She began spinning a sob story just short of claiming she had an elderly mother and a child to feed. But lying had to be believable, so she kept it grounded.

“I’m just a poor little fresh grad, in a strange city, all alone. I finally found a job…” She leaned on the desk, pretending to lose her balance.

Xiao Yutong had nothing to say about her award-worthy acting. Originally, she hadn’t planned to call her out but with Song Xian putting on such a dramatic show, she had to put a stop to it or risk more future performances.

Xiao Yutong pulled up a photo on her computer and turned the screen toward Song Xian.

In the photo, Song Xian was getting out of a luxury car, waving at the driver. Wasn’t that the day Jiang Chen had driven her to work? Why did Xiao Yutong have a photo of it?

Wait… why was she photographing her?

Xiao Yutong: “Someone anonymously emailed this to me.”

Someone else sent it? Why? What was the purpose?

Xiao Yutong asked, “Who do you think it could be?”

“No idea,” Song Xian shook her head. “Wait a minute Xiao Yutong, you don’t think I’m being kept, do you?”

“Renting a place that’s three times your salary, wearing a six-figure watch it’s hard not to suspect,” Xiao Yutong turned her screen back and leaned into her chair, smile gone.

Song Xian: “Then why haven’t you fired me?”

Xiao Yutong: “An employee’s personal life isn’t my concern.”

Song Xian: “Am I just an employee to you?”

Xiao Yutong: “What else would you be?”

Song Xian gave a bitter smile. So to Xiao Yutong, she was just an employee. Figures. What else could she expect? What else did she expect?

She felt inexplicably disappointed. She had thought Xiao Yutong’s forwardness that morning meant she cared a little. But now, it seemed it was just a power move.

In all her past relationships, she’d always been the one getting pampered and spoiled. This was the first time she felt such confusion and emotional turmoil.

She needed to let off some steam.

The moment work ended, Song Xian left right on the dot. She didn’t go home, but instead headed straight to a villa in the suburbs.

“Well, well, look who’s finally come home our daughter,” her father said to her mother as Song Xian walked in.

She changed into slippers and greeted them in the living room. “Dad, Mom.”

Her mother said, “You should’ve told us you were coming. We’ve already eaten.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t come back to eat.” Song Xian plopped down next to her dad. “Hey Dad, do you know the CEO of Liloca?”