The next day, Song Song went to work at school with panda eyes, having spent another sleepless night. Whenever she closed her eyes, she thought of Xiao Jinghuai and their two kisses.
The feeling was driving her crazy.
Could she really be falling for Xiao Jinghuai?
They had barely spent much time together.
During lunch break, Song Song cornered Lin Man in the women’s restroom, looking like she was about to engage in questionable acts, which scared Lin Man into clutching her clothes tighter, "...I’m, I’m not into girls."
"Lin Man." Song Song’s expression was extremely serious, "I need to ask you something."
"Um..." Lin Man swallowed hard, "You don’t need to corner me in the restroom to ask, can’t we go somewhere nicer?"
Song Song suddenly pouted, "Lin Man, tell me, what does it feel like to like someone? Is it that you think of him from time to time?"
"When he teases you, you curse him in your mind, but you don’t dare to talk back..."
"As long as he’s by your side, you feel at ease, like you can smile even if the sky falls."
"When he calls you stupid, you feel sad."
"..."
"Is that it?"
"All of it." Lin Man was surprised, eyes wide, "Little Song Song, could it be that you’re in love?"
Song Song’s lips twitched with a peculiar smile, she’s really doomed, doomed.
She really likes Xiao Jinghuai...
What should she do now?
Ignoring Lin Man’s questions behind her, Song Song returned to the office in a daze, collapsing onto her chair like a wilting flower, seemingly uninterested in anything.
Lin Man approached cautiously, "...Song Song, are you okay?"
"No, I’m fine." Song Song pouted, her expression a bit complex, "I want to be alone for a while."
"Alright! But... if you need advice on love, feel free to ask anytime."
"Mm..."
Song Song was almost on the verge of tears.
After languishing for about half an hour, she composed herself again, took out paper and pen, and started writing furiously on the paper.
Given the current situation, she had to take some measures.
Since she had no classes in the afternoon, after an hour’s effort, Song Song finally completed a handwritten contract.
Then she entered the contract into the computer to make a digital version.
After about half an hour of psychological preparation, she finally dared to pick up the phone on the table and dial a certain person’s number, "...Uncle, I have something I’d like you to look at. Do you have QQ? Let’s add each other."
Only after saying it did Song Song realize that someone of his status likely wouldn’t have things like QQ or WeChat!
"Wait a moment."
The man’s voice was still deep, yet carried a subtly magnetic quality.
"Okay..."
Song Song’s hands began to sweat from nerves.
About a minute later, the man’s voice chimed in again with a QQ number...
And just like that, Song Song added him directly.
She didn’t expect that for someone who’s a powerful CEO, he would be so down-to-earth, so normal.
Only after adding him did she realize the QQ number was freshly registered, exuding a "freshly baked" vibe from every angle...
She sent a message: Uncle, did you just register this?
"Yes."
"..." As expected.
"Actually, you didn’t need to register one specifically, email would do (smile face)."
The reply came back: You mentioned a QQ number.
Song Song: "..."
For some reason, it felt so sweet!