After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 5 - Midnight Snack

Earning a hundred thousand a year, or even a month, was something I had fantasized about. But making that in a single day? That was beyond my wildest dreams.

A hundred thousand! That’s a stack of cash as tall as my hand, enough to build three big brick houses back in my hometown.

Why would such a good fortune suddenly fall into my lap?

“President Song, you must be joking,” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Give me your phone,” Song Yu extended his hand.

I hesitated for a moment before handing it over.

“Unlock it,” he instructed.

I hesitated again but eventually used my fingerprint to unlock it. The screen lit up instantly.

Song Yu opened my WeChat QR code interface, then quickly tapped a few times on his own phone. In the blink of an eye, my WeChat balance showed 101,400.

I was dumbfounded, watching Song Yu’s actions with a blank stare.

“Still think I’m joking?” Song Yu asked with a smile.

I swallowed hard and shook my head.

Wait a minute! Did I just accept his money?

“Hold on, President Song, I… I can’t accept your money.”

I reached to take back my phone, but Song Yu was quicker, slipping it into his suit pocket, leaving me at a loss.

“President Song, what does this mean?”

“I can’t accept your money without earning it,” I said, my tone turning serious.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to do anything illegal,” he said, flicking the ash from his cigarette. “I want to hire you as my personal public relations.”

“Personal… public relations?” My brain momentarily froze.

Song Yu took a drag from his cigarette. “As you can see, I don’t drink, but there are social occasions I must attend. That’s where you come in, to drink on my behalf.”

“You’re smart, quick-witted, and not bad-looking. Most importantly, you know how to read the room. You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

I listened to Song Yu’s words, realizing that all the earlier cryptic conversation was a test of my reactions.

I had to admit, his compliments made me feel good, but I knew my own limits. In a place like this, I could manage, but at a formal event? No way.

“President Song, thank you for the offer, but I don’t think I’m cut out for this,” I politely declined.

Song Yu picked up the remote and paused “A Thousand Farewell Songs,” plunging the private room into silence. I suddenly felt nervous, wondering if I had said something wrong.

“Think about why you came to work here,” he asked me.

In my heart, the answer was clear: to make money.

“Being able to charm people, knowing your limits, and having a pretty face are advantages. But not everyone can turn those advantages into money.”

“That’s where luck comes in, you know?” Song Yu exhaled a puff of smoke.

Suddenly, it all clicked. I had come to Hai City with just five hundred yuan from my small hometown, all to make more money and prove myself to those who doubted me.

Now, fate had handed me a golden opportunity. How could I possibly turn it down?

“Alright, President Song, I accept!” I agreed with enthusiasm.

Song Yu gave a deep smile, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray. “Now that business is settled, let’s talk about something personal.”

“…”

He reached out and ruffled my hair, his voice low, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

His childlike gesture made me uncomfortable, and I subtly turned my head away. “No, boyfriends aren’t that easy to find.”

He chuckled softly, seemingly pleased with my answer. His hand moved to my chin, turning my face to meet his gaze. I realized how close we were, at the perfect distance for a kiss. The subtle Gulong fragrance he wore filled my senses, leaving me momentarily dazed.

It’s not that I’m weak-willed; it’s just that this man fits my ideal partner perfectly.

Handsome, wealthy, yet mature and steady.

Yes, I’m that shallow.

While I was lost in thought, Song Yu suddenly sat back, smiling as he asked, “Do you have plans later?”

“…No,” I replied foolishly, my mind still caught up in my own fantasies.

“Then how about going out for a midnight snack?”

“…Sure!”

I didn’t know why I agreed. Since starting at Royal Dynasty, countless clients had invited me out for meals or gatherings, and I had always found a reason to decline.

Except for Song Yu.

Maybe it was because I was still reeling from the shock of that hundred thousand.

I thought the midnight snack would just be a simple meal. It wasn’t until Song Yu opened the door to a hotel suite that I realized what this “midnight snack” truly entailed…