Chapter 113

In the end, it was the loyal secretary Miss Tong Ling who risked being fired and privately messaged the boss: "President Song, your microphone is still on." After saying this, she trembled with fear.

Would all the employees who had heard the boss's private gossip be fired? They wanted to hear more but were also afraid to hear even more. Who could understand their feelings?

After Tong Ling sent the private message, she nervously awaited the boss's response. After a few seconds, she saw the boss send a message in the conference interface: Continue.

Cold, heartless, treating them like air.

President Song was completely unwilling to share even a bit of his gentleness with them. They wept -

After listening to the online report from his subordinate, Song Jinxing exited the conference call and started working. Zhong Ruanxing was lying in bed playing on her phone, and downloaded the game she had played previously to continue playing.

After not even playing two rounds, she got so angry she developed a headache.

Song Jinxing looked up from his work: "Don't play too long, rest for a bit."

Zhong Ruanxing said in frustration: "I'm stuck on this level and just can't seem to pass it. I really want to kill the game developers and eat them."

Song Jinxing moved his computer aside and leaned over: "Which level?"

Zhong Ruanxing showed him. Song Jinxing took her phone and played for a while, then gave it back to her. The screen now showed that she had passed the level.

The lifelong competitive Chinese woman was shocked: "How do you know how to play this game?"

Not only was the top student good at studying, he was so good at games too? Damn! She instantly felt like she had lost again!

Zhong Ruanxing racked her brains to think of where she could regain some ground. Song Jinxing knew what she was thinking from her expression, and tried not to laugh as he opened the game's settings to show her the credits from the developer: "Did you look to see who made this game when you started playing it?"

Zhong Ruanxing thought to herself, Why would I look at who developed a game when I'm playing it?

When she looked closely, she exclaimed, Crap, it was developed by Song's company!

Song Jinxing put away the phone: "The R&D team had me try it out as soon as they made it. I know how to pass every level. Okay, you got past that level, now rest for a bit. The doctor said you still can't look at your phone for too long."

Zhong Ruanxing was silent for a moment: "Was the designer of this game that young guy with glasses who's always chewing on a lollipop?" Song Jinxing nodded: "Yes, it was him."

Zhong Ruanxing lay back down: "Then I won't kill and eat him after all. He's quite handsome."

Song Jinxing: "?"

...

Zhong Ruanxing hadn't slept well last night, and now her phone had been confiscated, so she fell asleep as she was lying there. She was woken up by the ringing of a phone.

Still half-asleep, she opened her eyes to see the vibrating phone sitting on the bedside table. Song Jinxing wasn't in the room - she didn't know where he had gone. She reached out and picked up the call: "Hello?"

There was a pause from the other end of the line, then an excited voice: "Sister-in-law, are you feeling better? I saw in the news you were awake, so I called my brother to ask about you."

Zhong Ruanxing was still groggy. She looked at the screen and saw it was Song Jinxing's phone: "Oh, A-Ling, it's you."

When she heard this name, Song Shuling's eyes widened involuntarily.

A-Ling...only her brother called her that, and now sister-in-law was calling her that too! And sister-in-law's voice sounded much gentler than before - she really did like her!

This discovery made Song Shuling very happy. "Sister-in-law, when are you being discharged? I'm too busy with work, and brother doesn't want me to come visit, so I'll come see you when I have a vacation."

As Zhong Ruanxing woke up more, she smiled and said, "I'm fine, I can be discharged in a few days. Focus on your work, we'll meet up for a meal when I finish filming and am back in the capital."

Song Shuling: "Okay!"

Just then, Song Jinxing came in the door carrying a milk tea. Zhong Ruanxing shook the phone: "It's A-Ling on the phone."

He took the phone from her and handed her the milk tea, then walked aside: "Hello?"

"Brother!" Song Shuling happily shouted, then asked, "When are you coming back?"

Song Jinxing said: "When she's discharged."

His tone wasn't exactly cold, but it had lost its usual warmth, sounding flat and indifferent. Song Shuling unconsciously lowered her voice: "Oh, okay, I'll call you when you're back." Song Jinxing just "mm-hmm"ed.

After hanging up, Zhong Ruanxing disapprovingly said, "You're too cold to A-Ling."

Song Jinxing's gaze darkened slightly. He had barely interacted with this younger sister, and he had already consciously softened his tone, but hearing Zhong Ruanxing say this, he still nodded: "I'll be more careful next time."

Zhong Ruanxing knew he couldn't be blamed for emotional matters, so she quickly changed the subject and happily asked, "Can I drink the milk tea?"

Song Jinxing came over to the bedside with his laptop: "Just two sips."

Zhong Ruanxing deflated: "Then I might as well not drink it."

Song Jinxing glanced at her: "You're back in your own body now, and you still dare to continue having high sugar and high fat?" Zhong Ruanxing shivered: "You're right, I forgot! No more, take it away!"

Song Jinxing smiled at her reaction. He took the drink back and put the straw in, bringing it to her lips and unconsciously coaxing, "Have a sip."

Zhong Ruanxing pressed her lips together, but in the end couldn't resist temptation and took a big sip, then quickly pushed his hand away with an expression that said "Don't you dare try to tempt me again!"

Song Jinxing simply withdrew his hand, placing the milk tea on the bedside table, and went back to working. Zhong Ruanxing got to play on her phone again for a bit, happily continuing her game. After he had helped her pass that level, she had sailed smoothly through the next levels without getting stuck even once.

Zhong Ruanxing couldn't help but think, not only Song's employees, even the games made by Song's company were afraid of the boss? They became obedient after being touched by the boss's hand?

She glanced over at the man focused on work across from her, her gaze happening to land on the bedside table. She suddenly froze.

Wait...

Her milk tea which she had only taken one sip from was now half empty???

Did Song Jinxing know what this meant?!

Even if they had switched bodies before, they couldn't share the same straw! Ah! Clueless! Straight man! Unintentionally leading her on! She was furious!

Perhaps her gaze was too resentful, because Song Jinxing looked up at her, glanced at her, then at the milk tea, and realized. He picked up the milk tea and held it out to her: "If you want more, have another sip."

Zhong Ruanxing: "!!!"

Who wants more?!

She quietly lay back down: "Don't talk to me!"

Song Jinxing: "...?"

Today, President Song was also learning how to understand women.

Unfortunately, after being together day and night at the hospital for several days, President Song still hadn't grasped the moods of the woman he was interested in.

This was harder than business wars.

Tomorrow was the day Zhong Ruanxing would be discharged. Fu Ling, who had been investigating the real culprit all this time, had finally returned. Song Jinxing glanced at the happily phone-absorbed woman lying in the hospital bed, and signaled for him to step outside.

Zhong Ruanxing was video chatting with Director He Jing.

She was basically recovered now, and didn't need to keep occupying a hospital bed, she could return to the hotel for further recuperation. The action and fight scenes still couldn't be filmed for now, but other dialogue scenes could resume shooting.

Now that she was back in her own body, Zhong Ruanxing naturally had no more objections about portraying the innocent and sunny Cang Lingxue, and readily agreed. Thinking she could finally start filming again, she looked forward to being discharged and returning to the crew.

She didn't even notice Song Jinxing's gloomy expression when he came back in.