This Director Is Not To Be Trifled With - Chapter 15

Song Xian didn’t stay overnight at her parents’ place. It was too far from the company, and she’d definitely be late in the morning. Several hours had passed since her conversation with Xiao Yutong that afternoon, and Song Xian didn’t feel as upset anymore.

They were just superior and subordinate, and at most, bed partners. Was there really a need to care about all the details? What she cared about in the first place was Xiao Yutong’s body. As for the rest… not worth thinking too much about.

She didn’t even know what came over her earlier. Could it be that her depression was acting up again?

Song Xian shook her head helplessly. Seeing that it was still early, she headed to a bar near her neighborhood. Just a couple of drinks to help her sleep. Maybe she’d even run into a beautiful woman someone even more attractive than Xiao Yutong.

It wasn’t a lesbian bar or anything plenty of men and women around. Song Xian walked through the crowd on the dance floor and picked a spot that gave her a good view of the whole place good for observing and hunting. But realistically, most women here were probably straight. A hookup was unlikely, so she decided to focus on drinking.

She’d only had a few drinks when a girl in the corner caught her eye. Long straight hair, about the same age as Song Xian, looking quite tipsy and stumbling her way toward the restroom.

As soon as the girl walked away, a man came over, looked around discreetly, and slipped something into her drink before retreating to a corner clearly waiting for his “prey.”

Song Xian cursed internally: Seriously? Who still pulls this crap nowadays? Bro, you’re pretty decent looking why the hell are you drugging drinks? That’s just vile.

She was already in a bad mood from all the negative emotions piling up recently. Might as well use this scumbag to blow off some steam.

A few minutes later, the girl stumbled back from the restroom. Both Song Xian and the man in the corner had their eyes on her. Just as the girl lifted the spiked drink to her lips, thinking he’d succeeded, the man watched gleefully only to have Song Xian snatch the glass away.

“What the hell are you doing?” The man, realizing his plan had failed and that Song Xian was alone, walked over. “Why are you stealing my girlfriend’s drink?”

“Say that again. Who is she to you?” Song Xian slammed the glass down hard on the table, spilling most of the drink.

“My girlfriend,” he replied. He was slightly taller than Song Xian, and as she studied him up close—thin and bony she figured she could take him.

“Never seen anyone drug their own girlfriend before.” Song Xian then gently shook the girl beside her. “Hey! Wake up. Look at him do you know this guy?”

The bar was loud, and no one nearby could really hear what they were saying. Even those who did probably wouldn’t interfere.

The girl opened her eyes groggily and glanced at the man. “Who is that? Don’t know him.”

Song Xian said coldly, “Hear that? She said she doesn’t know you.”

“Mind your own business.” The man made a hand signal, and two guys from another table stood up and walked over. These two looked more intimidating packed with muscle.

Damn, Song Xian thought, How did I not notice they were a group? Should’ve intercepted the girl earlier and gotten her out of there.

She looked at the drunk mess beside her. No way she could just leave her now.

“Babe, you’re practically handing yourself to us. Let’s deal with her too way hotter than the other chick,” the bony guy leered, reaching toward Song Xian’s face.

Before he could touch her, he was met with the sound of a bottle smashing Song Xian had grabbed a bottle from the table and slammed it hard on his head. Bl00d and alcohol dripped together.

Before he could even scream, and before the other two could react, Song Xian followed up with a flying kick that sent him crashing into the table behind.

Glasses and bottles scattered everywhere. All eyes turned toward them as the three men and Song Xian fought in the middle of the dance floor, music still pounding.

Even though Song Xian had been a runner up in a city level boxing competition, dealing with two muscle bound men while protecting a drunken girl wasn’t easy.

Still, she managed to gain the upper hand. Just as she was about to finish them off, the music changed and bright strobe lights flashed directly at her. The lights were blinding, and as she instinctively closed her eyes, one of the men took the chance to aim a kick at her stomach. She dodged it, but the other’s punch landed square on her face.

Dizzy and disoriented, the music cut out, and she collapsed to the ground. The overhead lights beamed straight into her eyes. Pain pulsed through her body, and then sirens. Loud and clear.

When she woke up again, she was lying on a sofa at the police station. On the bench opposite her lay the drunk girl.

The police had arrived just after she collapsed. All five people were brought in. Witnesses confirmed what had happened, and the three men confessed everything.

After Song Xian regained consciousness, the police asked her a few questions. Once she signed the paperwork, she could leave.

She asked about the girl, but was shocked to hear that she’d ended up drinking the spiked drink during the fight and hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

Seriously? What kind of people am I running into? Song Xian was speechless. I go out of my way to save you, and you go “glug glug glug” and down the damn drink? Thank goodness the police arrived in time, or they’d both be in serious trouble.

Thinking it over, Song Xian figured this girl must be a bit mentally off. Still, she couldn’t just leave her too risky for her to go home alone after waking up in the middle of the night. Since she’d gotten involved, she might as well go all the way. Plus, she didn’t get hurt for nothing.

During her statement, the officer asked if she wanted to pursue medical compensation after all, half her face was bruised. Song Xian declined. It was just a minor injury for her, and besides, those three were in worse shape.

It was 2 a.m. by the time they left. Taxis were hard to find outside the police station, so the officers decided to drive them back they had to patrol anyway.

On the ride back, the officers reminded Song Xian to call the police first next time, instead of taking action herself.

She regretted it too if she’d known there were three of them, she wouldn’t have gone head-to-head.

Back home, she dumped the drunken girl onto the couch, gave her a look of disgust, and headed to the bathroom. After showering, she noticed in the mirror that the left side of her face was bruised and slightly swollen, with a bit of a cut on her lip.

She quickly grabbed an ice pack, hoping the bruising would fade by tomorrow. She couldn’t afford to take another day off she’d just been caught slacking the day before. As a rookie employee, she couldn’t afford to be too bold, especially with someone like Xiao Yutong as her strict supervisor.

After their conversation yesterday, Xiao Yutong had also felt a bit regretful. She didn’t really believe Song Xian was being kept. She’d just said that to go along with the conversation she hadn’t expected Song Xian to actually get mad.

She’d planned to apologize after work, but Song Xian had left early. Later that night when she knocked, no one was home. Xiao Yutong had been tossing and turning all night, thinking about it. She got up early the next morning 7:30 a.m. and stood outside Song Xian’s door.

She nervously rehearsed what to say.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it yesterday. I didn’t think that way.”

No, too formal. Too awkward.

“Song Xian, I shouldn’t have said that yesterday. Don’t be mad at me.”

Too submissive. She couldn’t say that.

“How about going to work together?” Maybe she could invite her out first, then talk things through on the way gauge her mood and adjust accordingly.

After deciding, she rang the bell twice before the door finally opened.

Song Xian appeared in pajamas, hair a mess, clearly just woken up.

Just as Xiao Yutong was about to speak, a voice from inside interrupted:

“So noisy…”

Then, a naked woman sat up on the couch, her hair just as messy as Song Xian’s and dark circles under her eyes. She got up and walked into the bathroom.

Even a fool could tell what had happened.

Xiao Yutong’s gaze returned to Song Xian. Their eyes met. Whatever she had planned to say was forgotten. Her mind was flooded with anger.

She pointed at Song Xian furiously. “Pervert!”

Then she turned and stormed down the stairs.

Only after reaching her own floor did she take the elevator. I must be crazy to think about apologizing to Song Xian. To even consider comforting her. Clearly, she’s not lacking for people to “comfort” her in every way possible!

Song Xian stood dumbfounded at the door and sighed heavily.

Sigh… now there’s another layer of misunderstanding between us.

She slumped back onto the couch, wincing as she touched her bruised cheek.

Feeling utterly miserable.

She wondered what Xiao Yutong had come up to say. To apologize? To make peace? She glanced at the girl who had just come out of the bathroom. If she hadn’t brought her home last night, could she have been in Xiao Yutong’s arms right now, being pampered and fussed over like that night?

The girl came out and asked irritably, “Who the hell are you? Why are you in my house?”

Song Xian mentally swore a thousand curses. What kind of karma am I paying for in this life to deserve this?

“Excuse me, lady. Take a good look around who’s house do you think this is?”

As they talked, she found out the girl’s name was Pei Zixuan, and it turned out they lived in the same building. That’s why she had known exactly where the bathroom was the layout was identical.

Song Xian explained everything the drugging, the police, the whole ordeal. But Pei Zixuan was nonchalant, casually picking up her scattered clothes.

“Thanks,” she said.

Song Xian was speechless. Uh… you’re welcome? I guess?

That definitely wasn’t a normal reaction to being drugged. Song Xian figured Pei Zixuan must have some screws loose.

But she had bigger problems.

Pei Zixuan asked, “Hey, was that your girlfriend just now?”

“Pretty much… If you hadn’t shown up,” Song Xian replied gloomily.

Pei Zixuan walked over and kissed the bruised side of her face. “Sorry about that,” she said with a grin, and left.

Song Xian wiped her face in disgust. It still hurt.

What the hell is with all these people?

Author’s Note:

Song Xian: “Kinda wanna roll around in Director Xiao’s arms…”

Director Xiao: “Go ahead. Roll.”