After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 19 - Song Yu Was Quite Warm Last Night

As the elevator numbers descended, my heart sank along with them, feeling empty and unsettled.

Noticing my hesitation, Catherine glanced back at me with a half-smile. “Save your energy. Song Yu is like ice; no one can melt him except that person.”

I turned to her, my expression cold.

I disliked her remark, as if I were a little lover vying for Song Yu’s affection, always falling short of the real deal.

“Is Song Yu ice? He was quite warm last night,” I replied with a smile.

Catherine’s face nearly split into pieces, clearly shocked by my words.

“You… and Song Yu… you two…?”

I wasn’t sure why I said that, but when Catherine mentioned ‘that person,’ Nian Hua’s image popped into my mind, and a strong sense of competition made me blurt it out.

Now, I regretted it.

I shouldn’t have exposed my relationship with Song Yu on impulse. If he found out, the consequences would be dire.

“He’s my boss, and I’m his personal public relations, that’s all,” I said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor to end the topic quickly.

Catherine studied me for a moment before giving a knowing smile. “Interesting.”

She led me to her office, where a large self-portrait made of wire dominated the space. The oval design and vibrant colors gave the room a stylish feel, even to an outsider like me.

“Have a seat,” Catherine gestured to a red sofa, then returned to her desk to sift through documents.

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked, standing awkwardly in the center of the room.

Catherine glanced up briefly before returning to her papers. “You don’t need to do anything. Just watch and listen.”

“What do you mean?”

“Song Yu mentioned you used to sell drinks at a bar?”

I paused, then replied, “Yes.”

“Do you know why Song Yu chose you?” Catherine continued signing documents, the pen scratching across the paper.

“No.”

I had asked Song Yu this question before, but he never gave a clear answer, only saying he felt I was the person he was looking for.

Catherine looked up, her lips curving slightly. “Because your looks appeal to the tastes of political bosses. Used wisely, you could be a sharp tool in Song Yu’s career.”

“Song Yu is smart. He knows how to cater to preferences and understands what you’re lacking as a public relations professional.”

She finished the last document and capped her pen. “But real bosses aren’t like those you meet in bars and nightclubs. They don’t relax their guard in the face of absolute interests.”

“That’s when you need…” Catherine tapped her temple. “Wisdom.”

She added, “Wisdom at the dinner table.”

I didn’t quite understand. What wisdom was needed for drinking? Just drink up, right?

“Use your strengths to get what you want and leave cleanly. That’s wisdom at the dinner table.”

“Can you teach me that?” I asked, eager to learn.

“I don’t teach,” Catherine quickly waved her hand.

I was confused. Wasn’t Song Yu sending me here to learn from her?

Why wasn’t she teaching now?

Catherine checked her watch and said, “You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’m having lunch with the Cultural Bureau director later. You should come along.”

I obediently agreed, waiting for Catherine to finish her tasks before leaving ELLO together.

The lunch was set at Mingzhu Building’s revolving restaurant, a landmark in Hai City, offering a panoramic view of the financial center near Xilin River.

When we arrived, the director was already there, seated by the window, gazing outside, seemingly waiting for a while.

Catherine didn’t seat me with them but placed me at the adjacent table. She then gracefully walked over and sat opposite the director.

“Sorry for being late, Director Wang. The rain made the roads so congested. Driving was exhausting,” Catherine complained with a delicate pout.

The man’s face softened upon hearing it was due to the weather.

Catherine called over a waiter and ordered efficiently, “A sirloin steak, cross-cut, tendon removed, medium rare. Oh, and use olive oil instead of butter.”

She smiled playfully at the man. “Isn’t that right, Director Wang?”

The man laughed heartily. “How did you know my taste?”

“Of course, I did my homework before dining with you!” Catherine said, her high heels subtly brushing against the man’s pant leg.

I was amazed at her skill. Despite there being no traffic on the way, she leisurely touched up her makeup at red lights, yet in front of the man, she appeared as if she’d been wronged.

She even knew his taste so well, clearly prepared.

In contrast, when I accompanied Wu Guangzhi, Luo Yewen had warned me he was a northerner who could drink baijiu, yet I went cluelessly to the banquet, ending up dizzy and nearly taken advantage of.

Catherine finished ordering and had the waiter decant a bottle of blended red wine, then engaged in conversation about the wine’s origin, year, production, and taste, alternating between serious and charming, earning appreciative glances from the man.

Meanwhile, I had been like a rag, led around by Wu Guangzhi, unable to refuse or resist, appearing weak and foolish.

No wonder Song Yu didn’t even spare me a glance.

Feeling stifled, I wanted some fresh air and noticed telescopes on the restaurant’s observation deck. I approached, only to find they required coins to operate.

As I searched for a place to exchange coins, a hand reached over and inserted two coins into the slot.

I looked up to see a young man glancing at me. “There’s no place to exchange coins here.”

Embarrassed yet grateful, I thanked him repeatedly, and we each focused on our telescopes.

People are never shy about admiring beauty, especially when it’s a man as striking as this one. Unlike Song Yu’s mature and steady aura, this man exuded rebelliousness and coolness, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

My telescope somehow drifted off course…