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

I had always thought of Song Yu as deep and calculated, cold and unfeeling in his actions, but I had never imagined he could be this terrifying.

His schemes were meticulously planned, step by step.

President Xu had been an old-timer and a senior executive at Huanya’s Z Country branch. Although his position was not as high as Song Yu’s, his experience was on par with him.

President Xu had a tight grip on Huanya’s financial perks. If Song Yu wanted to consolidate his power, he would need to remove President Xu from his position as the financial vice president.

However, most of the company’s management seemed to obey Song Yu outwardly, but in reality, they were in cahoots with President Xu, making it difficult for Song Yu to completely take him down.

When there was a reshuffle among Huanya’s middle management, I knew Song Yu was ready to make his move, but the senior executives remained quiet, and I thought he had given up for the time being.

Unexpectedly, he used me to tear open President Xu’s facade, exposing him for all to see.

Then he shifted the blame to Chi Jin, as Chi Jin had always been close to President Xu, and such large-scale financial maneuvers could not have escaped his notice; he simply turned a blind eye.

Being Chi Jin’s boyfriend, my words naturally carried weight.

At that moment, Song Yu stepped in as if he was reluctantly investigating the matter, eventually not only calming the company’s staff but also using the opportunity to eliminate President Xu, the thorn in his side, thereby weakening Chi Jin’s influence.

Killing three birds with one stone, he spared no exploitable relationships, even calculating the fake relationship between me and Chi Jin into his plans.

It has to be said, Song Yu is indeed very clever, and at the same time, extremely dangerous.

I suddenly remembered what Chi Jin had once told me, that by the end of my time with Song Yu, I would be devoured to the point where not even the scraps were left.

Seeing that I remained silent and just stared at him, Song Yu smiled and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just curious, Sun Yanting is clearly President Xu’s lover, how come she helped you uncover this matter?” This was the only thing I didn’t understand.

Song Yu scoffed dismissively, “I am the boss of Huanya, all Huanya employees work for me, those who obey get promotions and raises, those who don’t will find better places to welcome them.”

It seems Sun Yanting was one of the obedient ones, and the best place for President Xu was behind bars.

I shook my head and chuckled, truly befitting of Song Yu’s style of doing things, calculating everything with such precision without any unforeseen issues.

I had naively thought that as long as we didn’t meet, we would have no interaction, but he even utilized my personal life to perfectly achieve his goals.

Ugh-

This feeling truly disgusted me.

Song Yu put down his teacup and walked towards me, and instinctively, I stepped back.

Song Yu stopped abruptly, a look of confusion crossing his handsome face, “…What’s wrong?”

I hesitated for a few seconds, then firmly said, “Song Yu, don’t you get tired of plotting and planning every single thing?”

“Using innocent people as pawns to achieve your goals, have you ever considered how others feel?”

“Song Yu, you are already very wealthy, no one in the Asian division can contest your decisions, what more do you want?”

Song Yu gave a dismissive smile. “If you want to gain something, sacrifices are inevitable. As my personal public relations, you should be well aware of this.”

As he spoke, Song Yu stepped towards me, exuding an aura of cold authority that pressed down on me, making me forget any thought of escape. I stood there, facing him head-on.

In the next moment, my pointed chin was lifted, and Song Yu’s thumb brushed against my lips. His voice was low, “Are you upset about what happened today?”

I shook my head slightly, looking at him calmly.

Song Yu wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his embrace. Behind his glasses, his eyes held an unusual softness. “Bai, I’m increasingly convinced that having you as my personal public relations was a brilliant decision.”

“You are like a divine weapon bestowed upon me, making me invincible in the business world.” His gaze was deeply etched into my face as he spoke, lowering his head to kiss me.

I didn’t push Song Yu away; instead, I watched him with open eyes as he kissed me passionately.

Song Yu sensed my lack of engagement and pulled away, his voice hoarse, “What’s wrong?”

I gently curved my lips, “Nothing, just a bit tired. I went to Rong City yesterday for Young Master Xiang’s engagement party, got back late, and didn’t rest well.”

Song Yu gave me a long look, his voice warm, “You’ve worked hard.”

Suddenly, there was a brief knock on the door, and both Song Yu and I turned to look.

Luo Yewen’s voice came from outside, “President Song, the business representative from Ali is here.”

I discreetly freed myself from Song Yu’s embrace and whispered, “President Song, I’ll be going now. Call me if you need anything.”

Song Yu seemed inclined to hold me back, but Luo Yewen’s voice sounded again, “President Song?”

Song Yu glanced at me, adjusted his collar, and called out, “Come in.”

As Luo Yewen opened the door and led the visitors in, we exchanged a brief glance. He was momentarily surprised but quickly regained his composure. I nodded awkwardly and made a hasty exit from Song Yu’s office.

Standing outside, I stared at the closed bronze door, lost in thought.

Inside, Song Yu was likely discussing projects worth tens or even hundreds of billions, meticulously expanding his interests.

There’s no denying that in the business world, Song Yu is a highly successful entrepreneur-wise, rational, and possessing the decisive authority of a leader, almost flawlessly perfect.

I once found myself captivated by such a man.

But after everything that’s happened, I’ve realized how shallow and naive I was.

I foolishly believed I could hold a place in Song Yu’s heart, thinking that if I was sincere, he couldn’t possibly remain unmoved.

After all, he’s human, and humans have feelings.

Yet reality has given me a harsh slap in the face.

For Song Yu, his tenderness and indifference are entirely based on the value someone brings to him.

I even suspect that his relationship with Nian Hua might have elements of exploitation.

But none of that concerns me anymore.

Lu’s situation has been a wake-up call, making me clearly see that the twisted intimacy between Song Yu and me is a mistake.

Fortunately, I’ve realized this before it’s too late.

After work that day, Song Yu called me and asked me to wait for him in the underground parking garage.

I declined, using a dinner engagement as an excuse.

On the other end of the phone, Song Yu laughed and said, “Why so diligent lately? The New Year is coming; you don’t need to work so hard.”

I was sitting in the taxi on the way home, looking at the fiery red lanterns outside, and said softly, “I just want Lu to be able to enjoy the New Year like everyone else.”

Song Yu fell silent for a while before responding, “He doesn’t want to see you anymore. Why can’t you forget him?”

I just smiled and didn’t answer his question, merely stating that I had arrived at the hotel before hanging up.

Song Yu didn’t call again.

He couldn’t understand other people’s emotions, and I couldn’t convince him that genuine, pure feelings really do exist in this world.

There is no point in talking more between two people whose values are fundamentally opposed.

All I want now is to do everything I can to secure that project with the electric company. With that achievement in hand, I don’t believe Song Yu could remain indifferent. That might give Lu’s situation a chance to turn around, and offer me some emotional solace as well.

That night, I went to bed early at home and even sliced some cucumber to put on my face, something I rarely do, hoping to look refreshed the next day.

Looking at the man in the mirror, I suddenly felt very strange.

Although it was still the same young and handsome face, the simplicity and naivety of the past were gone.

The few months I’ve known Song Yu felt like a lifetime.

I was no longer the Bai Yu I used to be.

The old me liked money but always maintained my original intentions and boundaries.

Now, however, I was pandering to men.

I had no choice.

At the hot spring party, so many beautiful men and women were there, each like a commodity waiting for Sun Shengju to pick.

I was the same, having to blend in to achieve my goal.

Although I didn’t know why Sun Shengju suddenly decided to reach out to me, since he was willing to extend an olive branch, I had to grasp it firmly as Lu’s matter couldn’t wait.

The next day, as usual, I went downstairs to take a taxi to Huanya, but as soon as I stepped out of the building, I saw Song Yu’s car parked at the front door.

He sat in the car while I stood outside, and we just looked at each other.

Eventually, Song Yu compromised. He opened the car door, got out, and walked over to me until he was standing in front of me.

“You didn’t go to the dinner last night,” he stated, not as a question but as a fact.

It seemed he had been waiting under my building all evening.

“I changed plans at the last minute,” I said calmly, without a hint of guilt.

Song Yu didn’t respond but continued to scrutinize my face with his sharp eyes, trying to judge whether I was telling the truth.

“The dinner with Mr. Sun from the electric company has been rescheduled to today noon,” I added, to avoid further explanation. After all, I was indeed meeting Sun Shengju for lunch and hadn’t lied to him.

“Sun Shengju invited you?” Song Yu frowned.

“Donglian Hotel, 11:30 AM, Ethereal Hall,” I smoothly reported the meeting place.

Seeing that I didn’t appear to be lying, Song Yu’s expression eased somewhat.

“Get in the car first,” he said, then walked towards the car.

Watching Song Yu’s retreating back, I knew I had no other choice but to follow.

Song Yu got into the driver’s seat, and I initially intended to sit in the back, but that would only lead to unnecessary talk, so I sensibly pulled open the passenger door.

As soon as I settled in, Song Yu pulled me towards him, his single hand gripping the back of my neck as he fiercely kissed me, then moved to my neck and Adam’s apple with overwhelming force…

I pushed against his chest, trying to dodge his advances, but Song Yu’s hands were like vices, giving me no chance to pull away.

Helpless, I took the opportunity while gasping for air to intermittently say, “President Song, don’t… leave marks, I have a lunch engagement…”

Song Yu’s biting motions on my neck froze instantly.

After a pause, he released me, and I quickly wriggled free and moved back.

Song Yu, however, remained in his original posture, staring straight at me…