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

Song Yu had previously mentioned he had a meeting to attend, and I thought he was just brushing me off. To my surprise, I ended up waiting for over an hour.

I crouched outside his office like an abandoned puppy, obediently waiting for its owner to return. Since I had decided to stay by his side to gather clues, I needed to act the part, which wasn’t difficult for me.

Song Yu returned just as the workday was nearing its end, engaged in serious conversation with several executives as they walked back to the office. His demeanor was stern, as if discussing something of great importance.

Perhaps my crouched figure was too small to notice at first, but it was the regional manager beside him who pointed me out. Song Yu turned his head in the direction indicated, and there I was, hugging my knees and staring at him, fists clenched tightly. Despite my constant reminders to stay calm and composed, the moment I saw Song Yu, I was overwhelmed with the urge to confront him.

It was him-he was the one responsible for Lu’s fate. Yet, I had to continue playing the part, staying close to him, trying to win his favor.

The intense emotional conflict raced through my mind like a carousel, my eyes cold and fists tense with visible veins, exuding a dark aura. If not for my seemingly vulnerable posture, Song Yu might have thought I was there to assassinate him.

Song Yu glanced at me, his brow furrowed slightly. After a few seconds of hesitation, he dismissed the people around him, leaving us alone, separated by a few meters, locked in a silent stare. Eventually, he walked over to me.

“What are you doing here?” Song Yu asked coolly, standing before me.

I slowly lifted my gaze, tracing the line from his legs up to his inscrutable face.

“Song Yu, I want… to take a shower,” I murmured, my throat tightening.

At work, I always addressed him as President Song, but when it came to personal matters, I used his name.

Song Yu studied me for a moment, his expression gradually turning cold. Then, he extended a hand toward me. I hesitated briefly before placing my hand in his, using his strength to shakily rise to my feet.

As soon as I was steady, Song Yu unexpectedly grabbed my shirt collar. Before I could react, a chill spread across my chest as buttons scattered across the floor, spinning and clattering before settling into silence.

I was startled, yet my face remained composed, showing no sign of fear. I hadn’t intended to hide my involvement with Ren Hechuan from Song Yu; I was too indifferent to even attempt concealment, letting him see everything clearly.

The red marks on my skin were evident, with blood still seeping near my collarbone-Song Yu’s favorite spot, where he’d often leave marks that lingered for weeks. But this time, it wasn’t his doing; it belonged to another man.

Song Yu gripped my collar tightly, twisting it with a fierce crackle. The temperature between us plummeted to freezing, his eyes behind the glasses sharp as blades, metaphorically poised at my throat, ready to strike.

I swallowed slightly but continued to meet his icy gaze without flinching.

I guess Song Yu must be furious right now; after all, to him, I am his possession. Who I sleep with and when should only be dictated by him. Now that I’ve gone against his wishes and allowed Ren Hechuan to touch me, he must be livid.

He’s livid, and I’m delighted.

However, Song Yu didn’t react with the anger or interrogation I expected about the marks on my body. Within a few breaths, he calmly released his grip, used his fingerprint to unlock the office door, and walked in.

I was slightly dazed, not quite able to react in time.

This wasn’t what I had expected.

Given Song Yu’s proud and arrogant nature, I had pushed the limits, yet his reaction wasn’t what it should have been.

What went wrong?

“Come in,” Song Yu’s voice called from inside the room.

I didn’t have time to ponder; I straightened my shirt and entered the office.

In front of me, Song Yu took off his suit jacket and casually threw it on his desk, then single-handedly pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, eventually rolling up his sleeves.

Standing there, watching his every move, I started to panic, vaguely regretting provoking him this way.

I meant to make him uncomfortable, but now it seemed I was the one who was going to suffer.

I avoided Song Yu’s cold, gloomy gaze and, with a brave face, pretended as if nothing had happened as I moved toward the cubicle.

I knew it was risky, but I had no choice.

To stay by Song Yu’s side meant I had to endure physical closeness, and the fastest way to make him despise me was to appear as someone who could sleep with anyone.

Song Yu would surely disdain to be close to such a person.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps behind me signaled that Song Yu had followed me into the cubicle.

I silently exhaled; what was inevitable had come.

However, I felt an unexpected relief. If this could truly sever my ties with Song Yu, my future might not be so bleak.

The restroom in the lounge was small, equipped only with a shower and no bathtub.

I entered and did not close the door, starting to undress with my back to the door.

First the shirt, then the trousers, until only my underwear remained.

I knew Song Yu was standing right behind me, watching. My hands trembled, and my eyes were tightly shut. Despite the warm air conditioning in the bathroom, a layer of goosebumps involuntarily rose on my skin.

Why doesn’t he speak?

With all the marks on my body, why doesn’t he come and ask?

Song Yu, ask me.

The room was eerily quiet, and I could distinctly hear my heart pounding erratically, seconds feeling like centuries. I couldn’t delay any longer; I didn’t know how much longer I could endure.

I clenched my teeth, gripping the edge of my underwear and slowly pulling it down…

Finally, Song Yu spoke.

“Bai Yu, are you trying to defy me?” He then answered his own question: “Is it because I didn’t help clear your friend’s criminal record?”

I closed my eyes tighter, my chest heaving violently, my fingernails digging through the fabric into the palms of my hands, my resentment growing exponentially.

Lu died miserably in prison, meeting a dirty end, and yet Song Yu could still talk about Lu so righteously-how could he be so cold-hearted and ruthless?

I stood with my back to Song Yu, silently resisting, which softened his tone.

“I know you’re upset…”

“I’m not!” I suddenly turned around, a teasing smile on my lips: “President Song, didn’t you ask how I got Ren Hechuan’s business card?”

Song Yu’s handsome face instantly clouded over, his gaze dark and silent.

I was satisfied with this reaction. I wanted to tear off his mask and see the ugliness and distortion hidden behind it.

My smile grew wider as I casually said, “Now I’ll tell you, this is how I got it.”

I lightly tapped on my body, “Here, here, here, and here… Mr. Ren was very pleased, really liked it.”

“He said I made him feel young again, and asked me to be his lover.”

“I agreed.”

“As a token of our relationship, he gave me his business card, and I presume you know the value of Mr. Ren’s business card.”

“To be honest, I was surprised myself to have gained Mr. Ren’s favor, considering I’m just a public relations person with nothing but a decent face and a young body.”

“But I must thank you, President Song, for your guidance all this time. I didn’t understand before, but now I do.”

Song Yu narrowed his eyes and slowly stepped towards me: “Understand what?”

Instinctively, my feet wanted to back away, but my mind pulled me back.

Standing my ground, I caressed my body and smirked, “I always wondered why you slept with me when you clearly didn’t like me.”

“It was only today that I realized, you wanted me to get better at it, to better serve others.”

“So, President Song, don’t you want to reap what you’ve cultivated for so long? The electric company project, are you sure you don’t want it?”

I slightly tilted my head up, smiling at the man standing before me.

Song Yu’s face was menacingly dark, his presence oppressively enveloping me, almost suffocating.

I was a bit frightened; this was the first time I had recklessly provoked Song Yu, and I knew the consequences could be perilous.

But it had to be done.

It was necessary to make a clear distinction between me and Song Yu, not just for Lu but for myself as well.

Song Yu did not respond to my lengthy statement or mention the electric company project, instead he calmly asked, “So, you slept with Ren Hechuan?”

I swallowed hard, repeating his words: “Slept with him.”

The next second, Song Yu grabbed my slender neck and pushed me back until I hit the marble wall, his hand tightening and lifting slightly, forcing me to tiptoe to breathe.

Ugh-

My throat constricted, a pained moan escaping my lips, but there was no mercy in Song Yu’s eyes, his grip only tightening. My vision began to blur, my tongue slightly protruding, my hands desperately pulling at Song Yu’s arm.

Just when I thought he was going to strangle me, he suddenly let go. I barely caught my breath when a strong gust of a punch whizzed past my ear.

Bang-

Song Yu punched the marble wall beside my head, and I stared wide-eyed as the smooth surface cracked like a spider web, followed by blood dripping down from his knuckles.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor, my gaze landing on his slowly drooping, blood-dripping fist.

I doubted for a moment if that punch had landed on my face, whether Song Yu would have killed me right then.