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

Chi Jin watched us leave, choosing not to continue his provocations, and instead played golf with his companions nearby.

Wang Li’an glanced at Chi Jin and his group, asking Song Yu, “Is that person a friend of yours?”

Song Yu gripped his golf club, aimed at the small white ball positioned perfectly, and replied casually, “Just another spoiled brat born with a silver spoon.” With that, he swung hard, sending the ball soaring into the distance.

Wang Li’an chuckled, swinging his club and hitting a ball as well. “Young people these days are too frivolous, lacking real skills. No matter how much money their families have, it’s never enough for them to squander.”

The ball followed its predicted path, landing precisely in the hole.

Song Yu raised his thumb in admiration, “Mr. Wang, that was a great shot.”

I echoed his praise.

Wang Li’an smiled and beckoned me, “Mr. Bai, why don’t you give it a try?”

I hesitated, “Mr. Wang, I don’t know how to play golf.”

Wang Li’an dismissed my concern, insisting, “Golf isn’t difficult. Come over, I’ll teach you.”

I paused briefly before reluctantly walking over.

Wang Li’an positioned me in front of him, his arms encircling my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and his hips occasionally brushing against me.

“Keep your back straight, bend your waist slightly, open your legs shoulder-width apart, stick your hips out a bit, and extend your arms…”

As Wang Li’an guided my movements, he adjusted my posture, his breath teasing my ear, making me tense up like a puppet, afraid to move.

I finally understood Song Yu’s earlier remark about “not knowing how to play being better.” It was a setup for Wang Li’an to teach me, giving him the opportunity to touch me freely.

This intimate position made me extremely uncomfortable, especially in front of Song Yu, making me feel even more awkward. My gaze kept darting towards him, but he seemed oblivious, focused on his game, never glancing my way.

This scene reminded me of the time I accompanied Wu Guangzhi for drinks, where Song Yu also showed indifference, not caring about my situation.

I couldn’t help but feel a chill in my heart.

After swinging the club three times, I tried to extricate myself, but Wang Li’an insisted on continuing, saying practice should be relentless.

Just then, Song Yu’s phone rang, playing “A Thousand Farewell Songs.”

This was Nian Hua’s designated ringtone, something I learned later.

Song Yu answered with a cheerful “Hello,” but his smile quickly froze, replaced by anxiety.

Wang Li’an noticed my distraction, gripping my wrist tightly, “Mr. Bai, what’s wrong? You’re dropping the club.”

I snapped back to reality, quickly adjusting my grip, absentmindedly following Wang Li’an’s lead.

Song Yu approached, looking urgent, and said to Wang Li’an, “Mr. Wang, I apologize, but I have an urgent matter to attend to. I’ll leave Mr. Bai here to accompany you, and I’ll return shortly.”

Wang Li’an, his focus not on Song Yu, waved his hand dismissively, “Go ahead, there’s no rush. Mr. Bai can keep me company.”

I wanted to ask Song Yu what was wrong, but he hurriedly left.

It seemed Nian Hua had something important, prompting Song Yu to leave at such a critical moment.

…

After Song Yu left, Wang Li’an had no reservations, practically hanging onto me.

I tried several times to excuse myself, but he found various reasons to pull me back for more “lessons.”

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and lied about needing to use the toilet, gaining a brief respite.

As I turned on the faucet, stalling by washing my hands, the bathroom door opened.

I instinctively looked up, seeing Chi Jin’s reflection in the mirror, leaning against the doorframe, staring at me intently.

I frowned slightly, feeling uneasy, and resumed washing my hands.

“Are you Song Yu’s person?” Chi Jin suddenly asked.

I paused, then turned off the faucet, replying politely, “I’m President Song’s personal public relations.”

Chi Jin sneered, seemingly disdainful of the term “personal public relations.”

“Song Yu loves these underhanded tactics.”

I didn’t respond, grabbing a paper towel to quickly dry my hands, intending to leave.

As I passed Chi Jin, he suddenly extended his leg, blocking my path.

I turned to him, “Mr. Chi, what do you mean by this?”

Chi Jin gestured outside with his chin, his tone mocking, “That guy outside, are you accompanying him today?”

My cheeks flushed, followed by a wave of shame and anger.

Even if I was accompanying him, did he have to humiliate me by saying it outright?

“It’s none of your business.” I pushed past him, heading out.

“Song Yu is dangerous. You’ll regret following him,” Chi Jin called after me.

I scoffed, not taking his words seriously.

I knew Song Yu well enough; aside from being rigid in his work and ambiguous in his personal life, he was a decent person, diligent and meticulous, generous to his subordinates-a competent boss.

Fearing Chi Jin might cause more trouble, I practically sprinted back to the golf course.

Wang Li’an was already impatient, barely managing a smile when he saw me return.

I expected him to cling to me again, but instead, he suggested going out for some food.

“But Mr. Wang, President Song hasn’t returned yet, and isn’t it a bit early for dinner?” I tried to delay, not wanting to go out alone with Wang Li’an.

Wang Li’an glanced at his watch, speaking earnestly, “It’s already past four. Driving to the city takes an hour, perfect timing for dinner.”

“Song Yu can find us when he returns.”

Seeing Wang Li’an’s insistence and lacking a convincing reason, I reluctantly left Meishan Manor with him.

After some consideration, I sent Song Yu a message, informing him I was going out for dinner with Wang Li’an, subtly hinting that I was being taken away.

Song Yu was smart enough to understand my implication, yet I waited in vain for his reply.

Once in the car, Wang Li’an’s driver took the wheel, while we sat in the back. He retrieved two bottles of mineral water from the center console, handing one to me.

I was indeed a bit thirsty, but instinctively declined, “Thank you, Mr. Wang, I’m not thirsty.”

Wang Li’an chuckled, feigning sincerity, “What, afraid it’s poisoned?” He then unscrewed his bottle and drank deeply.

Watching him, my thirst intensified, and I felt foolish for being overly cautious. Hesitant, I opened my bottle and drank heartily, the cool water soothing my parched throat. But soon, I noticed a strange sweetness lingering in my mouth, followed by a tingling numbness on my tongue.

Alarm bells rang in my head, but when I tried to speak, no sound came out, while Wang Li’an watched me with a greedy smile…