This Director Is Not To Be Trifled With - Chapter 27

Song Xian also hated being disturbed when she was focusing on something. As long as she knew someone would come, she would wait no matter how long it took, she always waited.

She didn’t know why, but she had that kind of faith in Xiao Yutong. There seemed to be a kind of tacit understanding between them.

Song Xian said, “Isn’t it normal? This is just the most basic trust between a couple. Like how Director Xiao didn’t misunderstand when she saw me giving flowers to another girl.”

Though her previous relationships had all ended quickly, she had always remained trusting and loyal. When she fell out of love, she ended things. Cheating was far too low-level. The truly skilled heartbreaker was someone who, even after a breakup, remained unforgettable.

Xiao Yutong hadn’t expected Song Xian to understand things this way, but… fine, she’d let her think that if she wanted.

“Did you order yet?” Xiao Yutong asked.

“I did, but they’re about to close,” Song Xian waved at the waiter from earlier, “Cancel the order. I’ll still pay for it.”

Then she took Xiao Yutong’s hand and led her out. Xiao Yutong glanced back at the flowers on the table and called out, “What about the flowers?”

Song Xian ignored her, smiling as they walked toward the parking spot. Xiao Yutong reminded again, “The flowers?”

She shook off Song Xian’s hand and turned back to get them.

Song Xian pulled her back. “No need. I’ll buy you another bouquet tomorrow.”

Xiao Yutong crossed her arms and looked at Song Xian with a meaningful expression. “You just left behind your ‘stars in the sky.’”

She clearly meant more than she said.

Song Xian smiled and held Xiao Yutong’s face in her hands. “All the stars in the sky don’t compare to you.”

Song Xian had said sweet things like that countless times before but never so sincerely. Her eyes were filled with honesty, and even Xiao Yutong almost fell for it.

Xiao Yutong studied her. “Song Xian, how many innocent girls have you deceived with that mouth of yours?”

Song Xian puffed out her cheeks, pinching her own face with mock grievance. “Director Xiao, I’m so cute! Everything I say comes from the heart. How could I lie?”

Xiao Yutong stepped forward, her slender index finger resting gently on Song Xian’s lips. Their eyes met; tension flared. Song Xian instinctively held her breath, heart racing. It felt like the temperature had risen, and Xiao Yutong’s closeness made her blush.

After a moment, Xiao Yutong spoke. “After work, you should call me jie jie (older sister),” emphasizing the words with teasing weight.

Song Xian was momentarily flustered by her flirtation. But she quickly recovered and countered, wrapping her arm around Xiao Yutong’s waist and pulling her close. “Okay, jie jie.”

She pecked her on the lips, murmuring, “Since you made me wait so long tonight, don’t you think you should be punished?”

Xiao Yutong leaned close to her ear and whispered, “And what kind of punishment do you think I deserve?”

Song Xian replied, “If I’m calling you jie jie, then you should call me Xianxian.”

She felt that Xiao Yutong always calling her “Song Xian” was too formal. Every time she heard it, it felt like something bad was about to happen. And given how close they were now, especially in bed, their names should sound more intimate.

“Xian… Xian…” Xiao Yutong tried, but her face twisted in awkwardness, and she still couldn’t say it. Eventually, Song Xian gave up.

“Fine, forget it. Let’s go!”

Song Xian (thinking): One day, you’ll call me that naturally.

Not many restaurants were still open this late. Song Xian took Xiao Yutong to a bustling food court. When it came to designing and making presentations, she might be slightly worse than Xiao Yutong but when it came to food, fun, and entertainment, she was unbeatable.

It was past 11 p.m., and the food court was packed. They wandered around for ages before finding a seat. The court had over a hundred stalls. Afraid someone would steal their spot, they split up to order food. Song Xian chose spicy, flavorful dishes, while Xiao Yutong picked lighter options.

Xiao Yutong didn’t really like noisy places like this, but she could tolerate it for Song Xian’s sake.

At least, that’s what she thought until she stepped in.

It was too loud. The smell was overpowering. Nearby tables were eating stinky snail noodles, and she couldn’t stand the odor. She excused herself to use the restroom.

But there, she ran into someone who made her even more sick her ex fiancee, Liu Qianwen.

Liu Qianwen: “Tongtong, what are you doing here?”

Xiao Yutong had no intention of responding. She walked past her and went into the restroom, hoping Liu Qianwen would take the hint and leave. But when she came out, Liu was still there.

Liu Qianwen blocked her way. “I waited for you all day that day.”

Still no response.

Liu Qianwen kept talking: “Tongtong, aren’t you over it by now?”

Xiao Yutong had had enough. She brushed past Liu Qianwen’s arm and stormed off. But behind her, the woman still shouted:

“Xiao Yutong, so I lied to you. But are you so noble? You just wanted someone to make you feel good. Love? Do you even know what that is?”

Xiao Yutong froze, then turned and walked straight back toward her. Startled by her intense aura, Liu Qianwen instinctively stepped back.

She knew Xiao Yutong—but then again, maybe she didn’t. She wasn’t sure whether she’d be hit.

Xiao Yutong stood still, staring. Something in her eyes seemed to burn. She flashed a smile, all teeth, cold and unsettling. Then, suddenly, she raised her hand.

Liu Qianwen panicked and stepped back again.

But Xiao Yutong said mockingly, “Relax. I won’t hit you.”

Liu Qianwen quietly let out a sigh of relief.

“But the person waiting outside for me might. She’s the Taekwondo champion of Qingchuan.”

Song Xian had mentioned this in passing before. Whether it was true or not, she had been brave enough to stand up for her at the bar, so it was probably close enough to the truth. Technically, not a lie just a little exaggerated.

Meanwhile, Song Xian noticed that Xiao Yutong didn’t seem to enjoy the chaotic environment and was scarfing down food to finish quickly. Just then, a voice interrupted her.

“How many days have you not eaten?”

Song Xian, mouth full, looked up to see Pei Zixuan staring at her. She quickly swallowed.

Why was this woman everywhere? Was she stalking her? Thankfully, she wasn’t drunk small mercy. Still, she absolutely didn’t want Xiao Yutong to see Pei Zixuan.

Xiao Yutong might trust she wasn’t involved with a cute waitress but Pei Zixuan? No way. Last time she’d caused a misunderstanding. A second coincidence was suspicious; a third, unforgivable. There’s no way Director Xiao would believe that.

Song Xian snapped, “Why are you always around? Are you following me? Go away you’re ruining my appetite.”

She waved dismissively, trying to make her leave, but Pei Zixuan didn’t budge. Instead, she sat down.

“If you didn’t want to be disturbed, you shouldn’t have come here,” she said, glancing around awkwardly. “Um… do you have time tomorrow?”

Song Xian didn’t hear the last part she’d just seen Xiao Yutong coming out of the restroom.

She grabbed her bag and rushed over, dragging her away without even glancing back at Pei Zixuan, who was left sitting alone in confused silence.

“Why are you in such a hurry did you see someone?” Xiao Yutong asked, unlocking the car.

Song Xian replied, “Nope, just want to go home.”

Xiao Yutong didn’t question it. She opened the car door, then paused. “Hey, do you drive?”

Song Xian: “Yeah, but…”

She didn’t get to finish.

Xiao Yutong said, “Then you drive. I don’t want to change shoes.”

Song Xian hesitated, then turned her head slightly, looking a little disappointed. “You better drive. I’m not that good.”

Xiao Yutong didn’t think much of it. She assumed Song Xian simply didn’t feel like driving.

Once in the car, Song Xian closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Xiao Yutong didn’t speak, just started the engine.

Something about Song Xian felt… off.

Too quiet.

Fifteen minutes passed in silence. As Xiao Yutong was about to wake her up after parking, Song Xian suddenly opened her eyes and unbuckled.

“You weren’t asleep?” Xiao Yutong asked, surprised.

“No.”

“Then why were your eyes closed the whole time?”

They walked toward the elevator.

Song Xian replied, “I didn’t have sunglasses. And I wasn’t talking because I was in a bad mood.”

Xiao Yutong nodded, not pressing further. She was curious why sunglasses? Why the bad mood?

But she sensed these were things Song Xian wasn’t ready to share, so she didn’t push.

In the elevator, Song Xian pressed 16 and 17. Her face still looked off.

“Why didn’t you ask me the reason?” she suddenly said.

Xiao Yutong smiled. “If you want to tell me, you will. I don’t need to ask.”

Song Xian’s brows eased, and she smiled. “There is a reason. But I’m not ready to tell you yet.”

“Then wait until you are. Or don’t tell me. It’s fine either way.”

Xiao Yutong always hit where it mattered most. Song Xian admired her openness, her talent—and her beauty.

The gloom in her heart passed quickly. She shamelessly leaned closer, breathing in the scent of her “sister.”

Xiao Yutong moved aside, but Song Xian pulled her back. “Jiejie, come to my place tonight!”

As the elevator doors closed and rose again, they couldn’t resist each other any longer. They kissed heatedly, ignoring the elevator cameras. When the doors opened again, they stumbled out, lips still locked.

Who knows how Song Xian entered the passcode and opened the door?

Once inside, they were like two hearts thrown into a furnace, breathing hot and heavy. Xiao Yutong kicked off her heels and tossed her bag aside.

Song Xian ran her fingers through her hair, cupping her head. She could barely breathe, but the tension only heightened the passion.

They kissed all the way to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa. In the midst of it all, Song Xian kept whispering, “Jiejie… jiejie…”

It should’ve been a moment of burning passion, disconnected from the world—but Xiao Yutong felt uneasy, like something… someone… was watching them.

She turned and saw someone standing behind the sofa.

Yes, someone. Not a ghost.

They were being watched like a live streamed show. She pushed Song Xian, who was still kissing her neck, oblivious.

“Song Xian! Song Xian!”

“What?”

“There’s someone here!”

Song Xian turned and screamed, startled by the massive face staring at them.