After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 17 - "If Necessary"

To be honest, I was a bit intimidated by Song Yu. I hadn’t expected such a seemingly sophisticated businessman to be capable of such ruthlessness.

I gulped down a mouthful of saliva, handed the phone back to him, and politely said, “Thank you, President Song.”

Song Yu set the phone on the table and, while picking up some food, said, “From now on, don’t interact too much with the people from before. You are now my personal public relations, remember your role.”

“Do you understand?” Song Yu didn’t look at me during the entire conversation, but his words made my heart skip a beat.

“I understand,” I obediently responded.

After all, I couldn’t afford to fight with money, and offending Song Yu would do me no good.

Seeing my compliance, a rare gentle smile spread across Song Yu’s face.

He was quite handsome.

After dinner, Song Yu went to his study, and I returned to the bedroom to take a bath and play with my phone before going to sleep.

However, just as I was steaming hot from the shower, I saw Song Yu sitting on a recliner by the floor-to-ceiling windows, talking on the phone.

“President Song!” I exclaimed in surprise, instinctively tightening my open robe.

Why was he here?

Song Yu glanced at me and then said into the phone, “Oh, it’s nothing, just a friend.”

It seemed he was explaining my sudden shout to the person on the other end of the line.

“…”

“Okay, okay, yes, see you tomorrow.” Song Yu hung up the phone.

I stood there, unsure whether to advance or retreat, feeling inexplicably panicky.

It was past nine at night, and being in the same room with someone I had been intimate with inevitably made me overthink.

“Are you done bathing?” Song Yu stood up and asked me.

I stammered a response, and then Song Yu began to undress.

“President Song!” I called out to him again.

“What is it?” As he spoke, he had already undone the third button of his shirt.

“Are you… are you going to bathe here?”

With such a large villa, each of the six or seven rooms was equipped with a bathroom. Why did he need to share one with me?

Song Yu took off his shirt, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out a set of dark grey pajamas, smiling at me, “This is my bedroom, what’s wrong with me bathing here?” !!!

Had I been sleeping in-Song Yu’s bedroom all this time?

“Then where should I sleep?” At this moment, I couldn’t think of anything else to ask.

“Where do you want to sleep?” Song Yu walked towards me.

Damn, that oppressive feeling of someone who had been in a position of power for a long time was suffocating me.

Seeing that I remained silent, Song Yu lightly brushed my slightly damp bangs and said lightly, “Go to the bed.”

Hearing his words, I took a step back abruptly.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes at me, seeming surprised by my reaction.

In fact, I was surprised myself.

All I had to do was lie down on the bed, grit my teeth, and endure, and I could get half a million. But I had messed it up.

I hung my head low, staring blankly at my bare feet, and remained silent.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yu asked me.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard, pondering for a long time, and finally asked the question that had been pressing on my mind for many days.

“President Song.”

“What are we… what does this count as?”

I closed my eyes tightly, my chest heaving dramatically, causing my voice to tremble.

“What do you think?” Song Yu asked back, his eyes holding a profound amusement.

“I… I don’t know.” I lowered my head even more.

If the first time could be called a one-night stand, what about after that? What about today?

I felt even less than a gigolo.

This straightforward, unapologetic way of being together had been troubling me.

Although I had never been in a relationship or been someone’s lover, I knew that my relationship with Song Yu was anything but ordinary employment.

Song Yu let out a light chuckle, and I watched as his shoes slowly approached me.

I felt like I was suffocating.

He lifted my chin, his gaze as indifferent as ice: “Bai Yu, you are my personal public relations, that’s our relationship.”

“Including sleeping together?” I was forced to meet his gaze and continued, “Is that also part of the job of personal public relations?”

“Yes!” Song Yu answered me succinctly.

“So, does that mean I will sleep with others too?”

“If necessary.” He released my chin, his gaze drifting into the distance.

My hands slowly clenched into fists, my heart filled with indescribable sadness and bitterness.

Song Yu didn’t bother with me any further and walked directly into the bathroom, “You have enough time to think before I finish showering, whether to stay here or leave. It’s your choice.”

“I won’t force you!”

I stared blankly at Song Yu’s back, unable to recover.

I had thought he might describe our relationship as ‘lovers,’ ‘friends with benefits,’ or even ‘a plaything,’ but I never dreamed that even after we had been intimate, he still regarded me merely as a tool for benefit.

That phrase ‘if necessary’ had already declared my worth.

Song Yu’s few casual words had made me much more aware.

Why should I be entangled in this?

Wasn’t my purpose in coming out here to make money? As for whose money it was or how I earned it, what difference did it make?

Money was what I needed.

At this moment, my consciousness and actions were more unified than ever, my feet slowly moving towards the bed, my silk robe sliding to the floor…

About half an hour later, Song Yu came out of the bath.

I was covered with a blanket, lying on my side facing away from him, my chest heaving violently, my heart pounding wildly.

When you can’t see, your other senses become extraordinarily sensitive. I could clearly hear the sounds of Song Yu tousling his hair, rummaging in the drawer for lubricant, and his bare feet stepping on the carpet, approaching me step by step.

My heartbeat quickened, my fingers tightly grasping the corner of the blanket, even my breathing weakened.

Suddenly, the lights in the room went out, and then the mattress beside me dipped down. I instinctively closed my eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep.

But when Song Yu placed his hand around my waist, I tensed up, exposing my feigned sleep, and dared not move.

Perhaps considering my condition, Song Yu didn’t make any excessive moves, just pulled me closer into his embrace.

My back against his chest, the alternating light and heavy beats of our hearts created a somewhat romantic atmosphere.

“Bai Yu, do you know what in this world people are irresistibly drawn to?”

Song Yu suddenly asked me, and I could only uncertainly reply, “Money?”

“Correct, money indeed makes many people spend their lives chasing it, but when money accumulates to a certain amount, it loses its intrinsic value. At that point, the only standard that can measure money is-power.”

“And do you know what the real value behind power is?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

Song Yu turned me around to face him, our noses touching, those unfathomable eyes holding me captive, pulling me in, unable to look away.

“Sex!” As Song Yu answered, he kissed me…