After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 10 - After Song Yu Left, I Was Devoured

Song Yu’s words gave those two enough face, and they had no choice but to slink back to their seats. President Wu, however, didn’t seem to care about the little incident. Slurring his words, he began lecturing Nian Hua, “Mr. Nian, you need to change your ways… learn from Mr. Bai here…”

With that, he suddenly pulled me into his embrace, forcing my face against his chest until it was almost distorted. “Look at him… he can drink, he can play, and he knows how to get things done.”

“Isn’t that right, Mr. Bai?” he asked, looking down at me with a suggestive tone.

My head was spinning, and my stomach was hurting so much that I couldn’t even think about the implications of his words. I just nodded along, “Yes… whatever you say, President Wu.”

Nian Hua’s face was tense, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he finally replied, “President Wu, there’s still some work at the company. I’ll head back first. I’ve left the blueprints and contracts. If they’re not satisfactory, I’ll come back to revise them.” With that, he stood up, bowed to everyone, grabbed his coat, and left the private room.

Watching Nian Hua’s retreating figure, President Wu, emboldened by alcohol, started cursing, “These intellectuals, just because they know a little, they think they’re above everyone. They don’t even see who’s the boss.”

“No matter how impressive, they’re just employees. Once the project is on track, I’ll be the first to fire him.”

The people at the table exchanged knowing glances with President Wu. Following their gaze, he saw Song Yu’s grim face. Without a word, Song Yu left the table and followed Nian Hua out.

President Wu rubbed his buzz cut, belatedly realizing, “Song Yu and Mr. Nian… are they…”

“Come on, President Wu, haven’t you noticed? President Song and your engineer…” The person speaking gave a meaningful smile, and even President Wu, slow as he was, understood.

Another person leaned in conspiratorially, “I heard that Song Yu used to be really poor. He had a first love in college, but she ran off with a rich kid. In a fit of anger, he went to the U.S. to study further, and somehow, he ended up as a major shareholder of Huanya. Unbelievable.”

“Really?” President Wu looked surprised.

“Everyone at Huanya knows about this new president’s little drama,” the person finished, and the group erupted into mocking laughter.

Honestly, I didn’t like the atmosphere now, nor did I like people gossiping and stirring trouble behind others’ backs.

Back at Royal Dynasty, most guests had straightforward intentions-drinking and having fun. My job was simple: sell drinks and chat. Though sometimes people would take liberties, I usually had the upper hand.

But now, I had no idea what to do.

Song Yu had left me behind.

Seeing the empty bottles on the table, I was relieved, thinking the dinner was finally over. But President Fu across the table suggested a drinking game, as he had driven himself and needed to wait for his driver.

“Mr. Fu, I can’t drink anymore,” President Wu waved his hand, his speech slurred.

“President Wu, let’s not play a drinking game. Let’s play a strip game,” President Fu suggested with a wicked grin.

“That’s a good idea, let’s do it,” President Xu chimed in, his eyes darting towards me.

I felt a sense of foreboding.

I was the only one here under fifty, and it seemed less like a game and more like they were playing with me.

“President Wu, I’ve had too much. Maybe I should head back, and you can continue,” I suggested, trying to stand up and leave.

President Wu, hearing about a strip game, wasn’t about to let me go. “What’s the rush, Mr. Bai? Games are more fun with more people. We’re not drinking anymore, and I’ll have a driver take you home later.” He held my wrist tightly, not letting go.

“But… I’m not good at these games,” I lied, trying to find an excuse to leave.

“You don’t have to be good to lose,” President Fu and President Xu moved closer, each holding a dice cup, surrounding me like a sandwich.

I knew I couldn’t escape, so I reluctantly agreed.

The game President Fu suggested was one I used to play with customers at the bar, a bluffing game called ‘Liar’s Dice.’ I knew the rules well and thought I could hold out until President Fu’s driver arrived.

At first, it was fine. We each won and lost a few rounds, taking off our jackets. But soon, I realized something was off. No matter how conservative my calls were, they always called my bluff.

It was clear they were targeting me.

I wasn’t wearing much to begin with, and after a few rounds, I was down to just my pants.

If I lost again, I’d have to take off my underwear.

“President Wu, let’s stop,” I pleaded, clutching my pants, hoping he would help me. After all, I’d entertained him for so long; surely he wouldn’t make me strip completely.

“Come on, there are no women here. What’s the big deal? Besides, it’s not just you taking off clothes,” President Wu said, rubbing my trembling back with a smile.

Hearing his words, I wanted to quit right then.

But I’d already taken Song Yu’s money…

Caught in a dilemma, I played another round with them.

Even though I was cautious, calculating everyone’s dice, when I called 8 twos, President Fu opened the cup.

I stared at the dice in front of them, praying there would be 8 twos. But after counting 7, there were no more.

I… lost again.

“Ha, Mr. Bai lost, take it off!” President Fu cheered, slapping his thigh.

I was down to just my briefs.

“President Wu, let’s not go this far,” I begged, holding onto President Wu’s hand, hoping he would save me.

To my dismay, he was the first to egg me on to take off my underwear. I clung to my waistband, pleading with them to stop.

“Mr. Bai, a bet’s a bet. You lost, so you have to take it off.”

“Yeah, take it off, or we’ll do it for you.”

…

The three of them seemed to have planned it, reaching for me in unison.

My head was spinning, and my stomach was in knots, but I knew I had to protect myself. I couldn’t let them succeed. As we struggled, my arms and sides were bruised from their pinches.

I cried out in pain, desperately trying to fend them off. The scene reminded me of watching wildlife documentaries, where a young wildebeest was torn apart by crocodiles.

Terrified and helpless.

Just then, the door to the private room swung open. I looked up, hoping to see Song Yu’s face, but it was his assistant, Luo Yewen, standing there instead.

“Mr. Bai, President Song asked me to take you home,” Luo Yewen said, his expression indifferent, as if he was used to such scenes.