Tang Shu cocked her head, paused, and a flicker of confusion was followed by a guess in her heart.
"Boss, you’re awake. Would you like some breakfast?"
Dressed in pajamas, Tang Shu stood at the kitchen doorway and looked over at her, "How did I get home last night?"
"It was Mr. Jing who carried you back, that..."
Yang Tiantian tentatively inquired, "Boss, don’t you remember what happened last night?"
"I remember, there was a celebration party, got in the car, went home."
And incidentally, she even taught someone coveting her a little lesson.
Under Tang Shu’s puzzled gaze, Yang Tiantian said with a strange expression, "Boss, last night you not only held Mr. Jing, but you also kissed him."
The arms Tang Shu had crossed over her chest slowly unfolded, and her placid expression instantly turned bizarre.
It seemed like ages passed before she asked, "Really?"
"True! I saw it with my own eyes!"
Yang Tiantian waved the spatula in her hand, trying to add credibility to her words.
"Oh, let’s eat first."
Tang Shu turned around, heading toward the dining area, leaving Yang Tiantian at a loss for what to do next.
Is that the reaction?
Something’s off! What does this even mean, hey?
Yang Tiantian, not understanding the situation, dazedly served food, ate, washed dishes... It was only after coming out of the kitchen again that she noticed her boss cuddling a joyous plush toy, tucked on the living room sofa, seemingly lost in thought.
What’s going on here?
Yang Tiantian was witnessing her boss doing nothing for the first time; usually, at this time, she was either in the lab or in the study — certainly not .
"Boss, should I cut some fruit for you?"
Tang Shu’s peculiar state lasted the entire day.
After dinner, she dived into her study and opened a search webpage that could spit out answers to anything.
Her slender fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long while, the person in question frowned and pondered, finally typing a line:
[Kissed someone unintentionally, what does that mean?]
As soon as the anonymous question was posted, towering threads accumulated under the forum, almost making Tang Shu question if it was the weekend.
[Opposite sex or same sex?]
[Under what circumstances was this unintentional?]
[Is the other party good-looking?]
Too many questions from netizens, Tang Shu could only reply to each one.
After hitting the enter key and refreshing the webpage, she promptly received new replies.
[Wow~~~ Seems like the poster is a girl!]
[Drunk words are sober thoughts, the saying left by our ancestors must be true!]
[How handsome exactly? Measurements, height, age, job???]
Tang Shu automatically ignored the last comment and scrolled down in search of her answer.
[No matter opposite or same sex, if it’s done unintentionally, it’s all a reflection of true feelings, the conclusion is you like her or him.]
[Agree with the above, you like her/him!]
Aside from this answer, Tang Shu flipped through several pages without finding a second opinion; the internet had miraculously reached a consensus on this issue.
The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who had been single since birth for nineteen years and never considered her own marriage, was instantly thrown into disarray.
She furrowed her brow and pondered for a good while, then once again typed in the search bar:
[What does it mean to like someone?]
This time, without her having to post the question, there were enough responses available online to make one question life itself.