After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 12 - I Said, "It Hurts a Lot"

“…President Song?” I muttered groggily.

Song Yu didn’t respond, just stared at me, his gaze dark and seemingly angry.

Had he argued with Nian Hua?

Then… could he be about to take his anger out on me?

Struggling, I tried to get up from the bathtub, feeling vulnerable being stared at while completely naked.

But my arms were weak, and before I could sit up properly, I fell back again.

At that moment, a strong hand reached out to me.

I looked up, and Song Yu’s expression was unchanged, his reluctance to speak apparent.

I stared at his hand for a moment before finally taking it. The moment our hands touched, Song Yu abruptly pulled me up, then lifted me out of the bathtub like a child, cradling my backside.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs positioned on either side of his waist, my steamy body pressed tightly against his chest in an intimate posture.

Even though I had only had one such encounter before, I knew what was coming next-the memory of that wild night was still vivid.

The water on my body soaked a large patch of Song Yu’s black shirt. Through the clinging fabric, I could clearly see the contours of his chest muscles and his strong arms.

As the water from my body slid down the damp fabric, Song Yu looked down at me, desire evident in his eyes. His breathing grew heavier, his hand gently supporting my waist in a way that was not offensive but still sent my heart racing.

At such a close distance, I could feel the heat emanating from his body, mixed with the steam of the shower, making the surrounding air sear with intensity. His thumb unintentionally brushed my back, sending a jolt through me, causing me to instinctively shrink my shoulders. The tension in my body and the complex emotions intertwined.

He whispered in a low voice, “Don’t move.” His voice was deep, with a hint of restrained magnetism, making me even more disoriented.

Then came another round of passion.

Afterward, I stared blankly at the ceiling light, suddenly remembering Luo Yewen’s words, “You’re not the first personal public relations.” Then, out of nowhere, I blurted out, “Did you sleep with the previous two public relations too?”

Song Yu paused, then coldly looked up at me, “Why do you ask that?”

His question threw me off guard. Indeed, it was his private life; who he slept with had nothing to do with me.

Why would I ask such a foolish question?

“I… I just…”

“No.”

“…”

I was stunned, not expecting Song Yu to actually answer me. A slight pride surged in my heart.

But before I could enjoy the feeling for long, his next words hit me hard.

Song Yu’s lips curved into a mocking smile, pinching my waist sharply, “So flirty.”

I cried out in pain, not from his strength, but because he pinched where President Wu and others had pinched me.

Looking down, Song Yu saw a bruise that wasn’t caused by him, glaringly printed on my waist.

His brows furrowed immediately, getting deeper and deeper.

“Did Wu Guangzhi do this?” he asked.

I’m not a saint, and from his tone, it was clear he intended to avenge me. I pouted, feeling wronged, “And President Fu and President Xu too.”

Song Yu’s expression darkened.

Just when I thought he would explode in anger on my behalf, he said indifferently, “Only knowing how to seduce without knowing how to properly withdraw, you only hurt yourself.”

“…” That wasn’t quite what I had expected.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you somewhere.” After saying that, his hand once again covered my waist, one hand holding my hands, preventing me from moving, while the other hand slowly moved downwards…

After all, I lacked backbone, or else I would have pushed him away, telling him I was in pain, to stop.

But I dared not offend Song Yu. Luo Yewen was right; Song Yu was rich and handsome, a generous employer.

Bowing to money, I didn’t feel ashamed.

…

Song Yu didn’t kill me, leaving me alive to see the sunrise the next day, and… a handsome face?

He hadn’t left?

I dared not move anymore, lying obediently in bed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand-it was already ten-thirty in the morning.

Song Yu had actually stayed with me all night.

He slept soundly, showing no signs of waking.

I silently grimaced, pulling a face I considered terrifying at Song Yu’s sleeping features. After tormenting me all night, now he was sleeping deeply.

But I must admit, Song Yu was truly handsome.

His brows were thick and sharp, his nose bridge high and prominent. Even though his eyes were closed now, it was easy to imagine how deep those eyes were. His lips were thin, his jawline smooth, and his Adam’s apple prominent, sliding up and down with each word he spoke, utterly oozing with hormones.

Ah, so handsome, no wonder the previous two public relations couldn’t resist.

“Have you seen enough?” Song Yu asked with his eyes closed.

I blinked, startled into silence. Could this man have some special ability to know I was looking at him even with his eyes closed?

Song Yu lifted his eyelids, and we stared at each other face-to-face for two seconds before I rolled over to lie flat on my back, pretending nothing had happened.

Song Yu propped himself up, watching me with a half-smile, “Can you move?”

The way he asked, as if I were much younger than him, how could I not move?

I held my breath, arrogantly said, “I’m fine.”

Song Yu chuckled, threw on his robe, and headed to the bathroom, leaving me with just his back, “If you can move, get ready. I’m taking you somewhere.”

I watched a sliver of sunlight sneak through the curtain gap, thinking that he surely wouldn’t drag me out for a drink in broad daylight.

Just then, my phone under the pillow buzzed.

I checked it and saw a WeChat payment notification from Song Yu for 500,000 yuan.

Heh, not a cent less.

While the money was laden with irony, I still accepted it without hesitation.

He paid, I worked; there was nothing shameful about it. A luxurious service of 500,000 yuan per session would make anyone from Royal Dynasty ecstatic.

Without hesitation, I pressed the green accept button.

After a while, Song Yu, his hair still damp, emerged from the bathroom, his black robe loosely tied at the waist, revealing his evenly tanned chest and the lines of his abs barely hidden in his black boxer shorts. I’ve always wondered how a businessman could maintain such a perfect physique, comparable to a model’s.

In my experience, successful businessmen were usually portly old men like President Wu; at least, those were the ones I had met. Song Yu was the first to overturn my perception of wealthy people’s appearances.

Apparently, some people can indeed be both handsome and rich.

“Go get cleaned up.” Song Yu ignored my admiring gaze, simply stated.

But not wanting to be looked down upon by Song Yu, I still bravely faced the piercing pain, picked up the nightgown from the bedside, and slowly got out of bed.

Watching Song Yu leisurely changing in front of the mirror, I clenched my teeth in frustration. Damn it, why is it that men…

Suddenly, my scalp tingled, and I froze on the spot, daring not to move again…