Chapter 124 - When Will He Be Free for a Meal? Your Mom Will Be Cooking (2/2)

She felt sorry for him. She wanted to hug him.

“How about presents?” It sprung into her mind. “There should be plenty of presents? What did they give?”

Chang Lai seemed in distress as he scratched his temples. “Uhm… There was nothing. Our director is a very private person, so nobody knows about his birthday. It’s quite impossible even if they try to inquire. Hence, even if someone wants to give him a present, they won’t be able to do so. About his family, I have no idea at all what they’ve given him, or whether they’ve done so. This isn’t something the director would share with me.”

Song Yu thought about how dispassionate Qi Chengzhi looked. He always carried a stern and cold face, with a reserved attitude. Even when she was with him, he did not talk much. Not to mention when he was with others.

When they arrived at Qilin, Chang Lai weaved a sigh of relief, and he could finally escape Song Yu’s interrogation.

When she came to Qilin, Song Yu just sat down on a sofa near the entrance. It seemed like she did not intend to go up to Qi Chengzhi’s office.

“Song Yu, aren’t you going up?” Chang Lai came to ask.

Song Yu took a look at her watch and shook her head. “I will wait here. Since he’s almost done, if I visit him now, it will just be bothering him.”

Chang Lai did not say anything else. He quickly got someone to serve Song Yu some tea. He then went to a corner some distance away and dialed Qi Chengzhi’s number. “Young Master Cheng, Miss Song is here, but she’s waiting at the lobby. She doesn’t want to head up as she’s afraid to hinder your work.”

“Has she arrived?” Qi Chengzhi’s flat voice could be heard on the phone.

“Yes.” Chang Lai thought for a while, stealing a glance at Song Yu, which was some distance away. As he realized she was not looking at his direction, he spoke with a lower voice, “When we were on the way here, Miss Song kept asking me about your birthday.”

Qi Chengzhi raised his thick, black eyebrows. His mouth curled into a smile, but he immediately retracted it. He glanced at the manager in front of him and stood up slowly. He turned to face the French window and looked at the scenery within his sight. The curl returned as he smiled, delightedly, “Good job. Keep at it.”

The manager opposite him was contemplating—did the director smile just now? Was it an illusion?

When Qi Chengzhi hung up, he turned around, and instead of taking a seat, he replied, “You wait for me here. I will be back in a moment.” He then left the manager.

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After Chang Lai hung up, he saw the employee at the reception coming over to make discreet inquiries. He was curious as to who Song Yu was, seeing that Chang Lai had personally accompanied her.

Chang Lai glanced at him in an unfathomable manner. He patted his shoulder, “Pay close attention. She is the director’s future wife. You go and tell everyone else. If Miss Song comes by herself, don’t stop her and let her go up immediately.”

The employee almost jumped in shock as he learned about it. He snapped and turned to look at Song Yu. Chang Lai grabbed his face and said, “Be discreet! Don’t make Miss Song feel uncomfortable!”

“Is this the director’s precious girlfriend as fabled by Manager Luo?” The employee asked in a soft voice as he observed Song Yu covertly.

She was sitting there quietly, in a modest manner. From this angle, he could only see Song Yu’s side profile. He could not see her features in detail.

Song Yu had a tranquil and mellow disposition, and the discernible features on her fair face seemed delicate and refined.

She had her hair tied up into a dutch braid. The tip of her hair fell just above her shoulder, revealing her silky neck. Her hair was neither long nor short.

A few strands of hair that were slightly longer than her earlobe were dangling by her ear. She looked just like an inexperienced and young student.

Was she the director’s type?

He had to admit that Song Yu was good looking—she carried an unusual disposition, which drew people into wanting to protect her. However, he could never relate her to someone like Qi Chengzhi.

Qi Chengzhi was resolute and reserved. His aura was overbearing, and it felt like only a career woman of equal stature could withhold that domineering aura.

For a woman as innocent as Song Yu, it did not seem like she could withstand it.

When the employees were still muttering, they caught a familiar sight at the corner of their eyes. When their eyes caught sight of Qi Chengzhi, one hand in the pocket of his slack, taking strides with his long legs straight toward Song Yu.

Along the way, he did not even glance sideways. All his focus was on Song Yu.

It was as if the sun had melted the thin ice on his impersonal, distant face as he saw Song Yu.

It was the first time the employees of Qilin present saw their director with a cordial smile. Warmth filled even the ebony, razor-sharp eyes that people would not dare to look straight into. His eyes also curled into a slight crescent.

People noticed the shift in his expressions, even though it was minor. Perhaps it was because his face was too icy and impersonal usually, that even this slight shift was noticeable.

Some of them recalled how Qi Chengzhi treated Yu Keyao the last time. There were no smiles, and Qi Chengzhi’s expression was even more severe than usual. Also, he could not remember who Yu Keyao was. The difference in treatment was astounding.

Everyone’s mouth fell open. They stared at the development without blinking. Some of them even began texting those who were not present to come down for the drama.

Song Yu, at that moment, had only Qi Chengzhi in her eyes. Since he appeared, everyone else became invisible.

She was embarrassed as she saw Qi Chengzhi strode straight toward her with his long legs.

Before she saw him, she was sipping her tea. She abruptly put down her teacup. In the full blaze of publicity, all of a sudden, she was concerned about her appearance and image. She was not sure if she was presentable or if her hair was neat.

At a loss, she began grooming her hair that was dangling at the side of her face. Just as she kept the hair behind the ear, they mischievously fell out again. Qi Chengzhi took the sight in, and a desire arose to play with the soft strands of her hair in his fingertips.

When Qi Chengzhi was almost there, Song Yu stood up. With everyone watching, her fair face went red, but she was still staring at Qi Chengzhi, exchanging glances with his gentle gaze.

Watching him walking toward her under the public’s watch was a fascinating experience. The tension felt as if Qi Chengzhi was walking toward her at their wedding.

Her heart was pounding harder. She had her eyes glued on him, and it was impossible to look away. She felt a rush of blood in her face, and her breathing was increasingly hurried.

As Qi Chengzhi stood in front of her, she could smell the familiar scent of Qi Chengzhi—one that was a mixture of tobacco and clean, fresh cologne and it caused her to feel a little tipsy.

Song Yu could feel her scalp heating up as she sensed the attention from the surrounding crowd.

“Are you free?” She asked with a low voice.

“No.” He lowered his head and looked at her, who had lowered her head. Within sight was her gleaming, fair forehead, small but elegant nose and her delicate lips which were faintly discernible under the nose.

“Why did you come down?” she asked softly. She wanted to touch him the moment she saw him, but in consideration of the crowd, she suppressed the desire.

Qi Chengzhi did not have any apprehension. He reached out to hold both her hands with interlocking fingers.

“Why didn’t you go up since you’re here?” he asked a question in reply.

Song Yu’s palms felt scorching hot. Her eyes remained at the level of his chest. She pinched his hand softly, “I’m afraid to bother you when you’re working.”

“Well, shouldn’t it bother me more to pick you up myself?” As he spoke, he dragged her toward the elevator.

Song Yu was somewhat anxious under the attention. His deep and magnetic voice rang by her ear, “Next time, go straight to my floor. It won’t affect my work. Otherwise, if you’re down here, I’d miss you more. It’d make me lose focus.”

“Uhm.” Song Yu nodded obediently. She strengthened her grip against the hand that was holding hers. She felt warm and fuzzy from his sweet words.

Qi Chengzhi brought her into the elevator. The moment the elevator door closed, Qi Chengzhi pulled her toward him. He let go of her hand, and his arms circled her waist, pinning her against his abdomen.

“Lift your head up. I wanna kiss you.” He leaned against the corner of her eye. His fiery breath fell on her eyelid and temple.

His thin and burning lips began to rub against her white, clean face uncontrollably as he gazed at it. The smooth sensation of her skin, like suet, was all over his lips.

Knowing that it was his private elevator that would head straight to his floor, she let go of her shy mannerisms.

Her face was scalding from his rubbing. Tremblingly, she looked up. Before she had the chance to take a good look at his face, his lips came pressing. He was savoring her lips intensely, which then followed by a brutal intrusion into her mouth. His tongue brushed around without restraint.

He finally let go when she struggled to catch a breath. His moist and burning lips were still inching around on her face, not missing any bit.

His clean and strong hands massaged her back as it moved up and down. He kneaded her softness and kissed every inch of her face forcefully. His kisses made her a helpless doll. She lost all power within herself.