After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me

After Chi Jin left, the expansive president’s office was left with just Song Yu and me.

I stood there awkwardly, too nervous to even breathe, as if any slight movement would shatter the fragile peace.

Song Yu leaned against his desk, his expression calm as he glanced at me and asked, “Do you know Chi Jin?”

His question caught me off guard. I didn’t know how to answer. Saying I knew him felt like a stretch, as we’d only crossed paths twice. Saying I didn’t know him seemed wrong, considering he’d helped me twice.

“Not really, just met him by chance before,” I replied honestly.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze undiminished even through his glasses. “Not familiar, yet he brought you straight into the president’s office?”

I was momentarily speechless.

It was clear he was upset because he hadn’t answered my calls earlier, and Chi Jin had merely been kind enough to bring me up, inadvertently interrupting his moment with Nian Hua.

Now, he seemed intent on taking it out on me.

Seeing my silence, Song Yu coldly said, “Remember, you’re my personal public relations. Keep your distance from other executives in the company, understood?”

I lowered my head slightly, replying in a muffled voice, “Understood.”

Song Yu didn’t dwell on the matter further but instructed me to lock the office door.

I complied.

Song Yu sat back in his chair and gestured for me to come over. I moved to the other side of the desk and stopped.

“Come here,” Song Yu repeated.

I hesitated for a moment before walking over, only to be pulled into his arms as soon as I stood in front of him.

I held my breath, my body tense as if frozen, unable to move.

Song Yu’s chin rested on my shoulder from behind, his lips brushing against my neck, while his hand moved from my waist into my sweatshirt, exploring freely.

I didn’t resist, but my voice trembled as I asked, “President Song, didn’t you say you had something to discuss?”

“I’m discussing it now,” Song Yu murmured, nibbling on my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck.

So this was what he wanted from me.

But what about Nian Hua?

Their earlier interaction clearly suggested something was about to happen.

“President Song, if you had ‘finished discussing’ with Mr. Nian earlier, would you still need me?” I intentionally mocked Song Yu with a hint of sarcasm.

“That’s not for you to ask,” Song Yu replied, pinching my abdomen sharply, silencing my provocation.

…

After two hours of intense chaos, I lay half-sprawled on Song Yu’s desk, my legs dangling lifelessly, resembling a discarded rag doll from my sister’s childhood.

Song Yu fastened his belt, casually reminding me, “No matter how you know Chi Jin, keep your distance. He’s not a good person, and you can’t handle him.”

I adjusted my head, lifting my heavy eyelids to look at him. “And you? Are you a good person?”

Song Yu paused, then resumed fastening his belt. He didn’t answer my question but asked, “Can you move?”

I inwardly chuckled, knowing he wouldn’t answer.

I moved my arm, feigning ease. “I’m fine.”

Song Yu watched me, seemingly assessing the truth of my words.

To prove I was okay, I forced myself to sit up and jumped off the desk. But as soon as my feet touched the ground, it felt like stepping on cotton, my legs weak, causing me to stumble.

Thankfully, Song Yu caught me.

He frowned, displeased by my stubbornness, and without waiting for me to speak, lifted me in his arms.

I didn’t resist, obediently nestling against him.

Song Yu carried me to the suite’s resting room, then quickly showered in the bathroom, returning with a warm towel to clean me up, leaving a faint scent of his cologne lingering on me.

I lay on the single bed, quietly watching him tend to me, savoring this brief moment of tenderness.

If Chi Jin hadn’t inadvertently brought me upstairs today, would Nian Hua be the one lying here now?

“President Song, will you and Nian Hua get back together?” I suddenly asked.

Song Yu looked at me, his gaze cold. “Why are you asking?”

I shifted my eyes, avoiding his gaze. “I… our relationship… I’m afraid if he finds out…”

“He won’t know, and I won’t allow him to know,” Song Yu interrupted, his tone carrying a hint of threat. “Bai Yu, you’re my personal public relations, everyone knows that, including Nian Hua. As for what everyone doesn’t know, I expect Nian Hua to remain unaware as well, understand?”

The last three words were emphasized, sending a shiver through me. I nodded, “Understood.”

Song Yu seemed satisfied with my compliance, standing up and walking to the wardrobe, searching for something. Finally, he pulled out a dark gray tracksuit and handed it to me.

“Put this on.”

I glanced at my clothes, torn and misshapen from Song Yu’s earlier actions, realizing I needed a change.

But Song Yu’s clothes were too large, requiring me to roll up the sleeves and pants several times just to reveal my hands and feet.

Song Yu watched my clumsy efforts, murmuring, “Next time, keep a few sets of your clothes here. Mine are too big for you.”

My face flushed red.

…

Back in Hai City, Song Yu arranged for me to have a work ID for Huanya, affiliated with the Public Relations Department, as a public relations assistant, though I didn’t actually work there.

Instead, Song Yu enrolled me in a finance tutoring course.

I told him I hadn’t graduated high school and might not understand the lessons, but he said I didn’t need to comprehend everything, just gain some familiarity.

I realized he was right. During a dinner with President Wu and others, when they discussed KPIs and stocks, I was completely lost.

Attending the course seemed beneficial.

I knew deep down this was Song Yu’s way of rebranding me.

He wanted to erase my past as a bar worker, transforming me into a university student studying finance, even purchasing a degree in financial management from University P for me.

Later, Catherine told me that bosses loved the pure and tempting type of students, praising Song Yu for knowing how to cater to preferences.

Regardless of the underlying motives, I accepted it willingly, as I found that the busy schedule and pressure helped me temporarily forget Song Yu and quell the feelings I shouldn’t have for him during those intimate moments.