Spellbound Hearts - Chapter 102 - What Kind of Man Do You Like

Song Zhaoli, who wanted a taste of sweetness, met the iron-hearted Ji Xuan.

As soon as Song Zhaoli finished speaking, Ji Xuan didn’t hesitate for even half a second and directly hung up the phone.

Hearing the silence from the phone, Song Zhaoli moved the phone away from his ear and glanced at it, scratching his brow with his fingertip and letting out a soft chuckle.

“Tsk.”

While Ji Xuan was checking into a hotel in Changsha, Song Zhaoli went downstairs and got into Qiu Lin’s car.

Qiu Lin hadn’t slept much since last night. Now, with dark circles under his eyes, he met Song Zhaoli’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

Song Zhaoli raised an eyebrow at him, “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Not only were Qiu Lin’s eyes ringed with darkness, his voice was also hoarse from the heat. “Mm.”

Song Zhaoli asked, “Business or personal?”

Qiu Lin looked serious. “Business mixed with personal, personal entangled with business.”

Hearing this, Song Zhaoli narrowed his eyes. “Let’s hear it?”

Seeing Song Zhaoli’s expression, Qiu Lin found it hard to get the words out. He stammered, “A-actually, never mind.”

Song Zhaoli naturally stretched out his long legs, his voice lazy. “Go ahead. Otherwise, with you zoning out like this, I’m afraid my life will be in danger sitting in your car.”

Qiu Lin had been with Song Zhaoli for years.

Though technically superior and subordinate, their relationship was closer than that.

Besides, Qiu Lin had figured out Song Zhaoli’s temperament over the years: he wasn’t the type of boss who nitpicked for no reason. As long as you didn’t make a fundamental mistake, he would usually turn a blind eye.

Hearing Song Zhaoli ask so, Qiu Lin paused, then turned his head and said, “President Song, may I be so bold as to ask you a personal question?”

Song Zhaoli responded in a deep voice, “Which aspect?”

Qiu Lin said, “Your romantic life.”

Song Zhaoli gave a short laugh. “You really are being bold.”

Qiu Lin was choked up, his expression complicated.

After a moment, Song Zhaoli glanced at Qiu Lin, almost magnanimously, and said, “Ask.”

Qiu Lin’s face was full of inner conflict, as if he was struggling with how to phrase his question. After about half a minute, he gritted his teeth and asked, “President Song, do you like Manager Ji?”

The words had just left Qiu Lin’s mouth when he immediately wished he could bite off his own tongue.

But even if he regretted it now, it was too late. All he could do was stretch his neck out and wait for Song Zhaoli’s reaction.

He thought Song Zhaoli would deny it as usual. Who would have thought that this time, Song Zhaoli responded with a meaningful question, “What, am I not worthy?”

Qiu Lin: “……”

What a brazen homewrecker’s line.

If Song Zhaoli weren’t his own boss, he’d want to exclaim: Never have I seen someone so shameless!!

In just a few minutes, Qiu Lin felt like he’d watched an eighty-episode TV drama in his mind, and the kind dealing with human nature, morality, and ethics at that.

Finally, under Song Zhaoli’s gaze, Qiu Lin gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and said with great righteousness, “President Song, I think—”

Before Qiu Lin could finish, Song Zhaoli interrupted him with an unreadable expression and a calm voice, “Qiu Lin, if you’re tired of sitting in this position, you can just say so. It’s fine. Song Group isn’t short of talent.”

As soon as Song Zhaoli finished, Qiu Lin’s righteous spirit instantly turned into timidity, and he quickly changed his tune, “I think you and Manager Ji are a great match.”

Song Zhaoli leaned back and closed his narrow eyes. “Drive.”

Qiu Lin: “Yes, President Song.”

Compared to his rice bowl, justice isn’t worth a damn!

The car slowly pulled out onto the road. After resting with his eyes closed for over ten minutes, Song Zhaoli took out his phone and switched to Qiu Lin’s WeChat account to message Ji Xuan: Busy?

Ji Xuan replied instantly: Not bad, I’m on a business trip today. Just checked into the hotel in Changsha. What’s up?

Song Zhaoli: Nothing, I was going to say I’m free today and wanted to come over after work and freeload a meal.

Ji Xuan: Not today. Wait until I get back. I’ll call you after I return.

Song Zhaoli: Okay.

After a while, Song Zhaoli sent another message: Ji Xuan, what kind of food do you like?

Ji Xuan paused when she saw the message, then laughed at herself for being so on edge because of Song Zhaoli, thinking ‘Qiu Lin’ was just asking casually, and replied: I’m not picky. I generally like sweet and sour, or sweet and spicy flavors.

Song Zhaoli: Can’t go without sweetness?

Ji Xuan: Pretty much.

Ordinary friends would usually end the conversation here. Ji Xuan was about to put her phone away to ask about Yu Hui, but unexpectedly, ‘Qiu Lin’ sent another message: Ji Xuan, what kind of man do you like?