In the time I spent searching for Mo An, I imagined the scenes of our potential reunion countless times.
But every time, it felt like my own delusion. I never expected that after searching unsuccessfully so many times, and after I had given up even that tiny sliver of hope, I would unexpectedly run into him right at the entrance of my dad’s branch office.
His hairstyle had changed a bit; it was combed back meticulously, revealing a full and handsome forehead. Those soul-snatching eyes were still just as beautiful standing there in the crowd, he was still just as eye-catching.
“Stupid kid…” I was staring so blankly that it took a roar from my dad to finally pull my wandering mind back to earth.
Then, seeing my “met-a-ghost” expression of shock as I snapped out of it, Comrade Old Man You didn’t do anything; he remained sitting in the back seat.
Only then did I notice that Comrade Old Man You and that previously unlikeable HR Director had already gotten out of the car.
Now everyone followed my father’s gaze and looked over in my direction.
Perhaps because the way I looked at Mo An was too nakedly obvious, the look my dad gave me wasn’t very friendly.
Even if he didn’t want to discipline me too much, he roughly knew that the reason I had made such a huge fuss back then was because of a man.
He likely thought my “old illness” had flared up again.
After giving me a fierce glare, he turned his head and spoke to Mo An.
“Little An, don’t mind him. That stupid kid of mine is defiant and unruly, but he doesn’t have any major character flaws. Could you look after him a bit in the future?”
Who says only women change faces quickly? I think the speed at which my Comrade Old Man You flips a page is no slower than a book.
When facing me, he’s like a Yaksha; when facing Mo An, that beaming smile how is he any different from Li Lianying serving at the side of Empress Dowager Cixi?
Well, there is a difference; at least my dad still has his “equipment,” otherwise how would I have come about?
My surname isn’t Sun; I didn’t just pop out of a rock.
Then I heard Mo An reply to my dad in a low voice: “Chairman, please rest assured. The Young Master You is just young and hasn’t settled his character yet, that’s all.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Any man would find it unbearable to be called “small” by the person he’s set his sights on.
Even if this “smallness” only referred to age.
But whether he is small or not doesn’t he have the most right to speak on that himself?
If Mo An dared to say that because he was drugged that day he knew nothing, he, You Quan, wouldn’t mind letting him savor the details of that night properly; if once wasn’t enough, they could do it again to deepen the impression.
“Stupid kid, what are you laughing at? Get the hell down here!”
Judging by Comrade Old Man You’s full-throated roar, a certain someone’s health is still tip-top.
At this point, he didn’t even need to shout; I wanted to get out of the car immediately, because the person I’d been dreaming of was right in front of me. Why hesitate?
To hesitate any longer would be to not be a man.
But the moment my hand touched the door handle, I felt a bit of regret again.
I regretted not grooming my image properly before leaving this morning, regretted not exercising my body during that period of living in a drunken stupor, and even regretted not getting a good night’s sleep last night.
To the point that I wasn’t meeting him in my best state.
When you want something too much, the moment you get close, it always feels like a “mirror flower or water moon” (an illusion).
Before I could make a move, Comrade Old Man You couldn’t stand my dazed state anymore; he pulled Mo An and started walking into the company.
He said, neither too loud nor too soft: “Little An, don’t mind him. He’s just like that. Let’s go in first.”
Only after my dad finished speaking did Mo An say calmly: “The Chairman is joking. Perhaps, should we wait a bit?”
Even with his back to me, I could feel Comrade Old Man You’s dismissive attitude toward this suggestion.
Hearing his words yep, definitely biological. Only your own flesh and blood can hurt you so wantonly.
Comrade Old Man You’s contemptuous words, “Forget it, he’s not some important person, just an errand boy, let him be,” drifted through the air and into my ears.
Watching the two figures slowly being blocked by the crowd, I thought fiercely in my heart:
You old geezer, don’t you see who is next to you? That’s your future daughter-in-law. Is it okay to talk about your precious son like that?
I pinched my thigh hard. That’s right, there was pain.
I slapped myself again. That hurt, too.
I shouldn’t be dreaming.
I looked out the window at that HR Director who hadn’t followed Comrade Old Man You and Mo An.
Even though he hesitated, he remained standing by the car window waiting for orders. That “licking dog” (sycophant) look is so sure my brain is made of dregs, and does he feel like he can just butter me up?
Since you’re here, I might as well put you to use.
I opened the door, got out, and walked straight toward him.
With a beaming smile on my face, he immediately bowed to me, his fawning expression so extreme his eyes almost disappeared
Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, you’re wondering what kind of crazy fit I’m having, giving myself a slap like that.
Before he could say anything else, I raised my hand and gave him a slap.
“How is it? Does it hurt?”
At this moment, Guo Feng surely regretted it ten thousand times. Why did he have to choose between the old one and the young one just now? He should have just followed the crowd.
He just had to take an unconventional path and wait here for this young master who was here to “gain experience” for a long time, only to be slapped for no reason. Most importantly, he couldn’t hit back.
“It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
The internet doesn’t lie: a man’s mouth is a cheating ghost.
The strength I used to hit Guo Feng just now was about the same as the slap I gave myself. I felt my own face stinging, which is why I didn’t slap his other cheek.
This Guo Feng actually managed to endure it and say it didn’t hurt with a calm face.
A talent. Truly a talent.
I was indeed dizzy by the massive surprise of seeing Mo An again, and thus gave this Guo Feng a blow for no rhyme or reason.
Actually, thinking back, I really shouldn’t have. Even if this Guo Feng gave off a hypocritical vibe, I shouldn’t just slap someone’s face like that.
Belatedly, I realized my behavior just now was a bit “inhumane.”
I then grabbed one of Guo Feng’s hands and spoke with a serious face: “I’m sorry, my brain just hit a snag. How about you hit me back?”
Guo Feng was a bit dazed by my sudden behavior. One moment it was an unprovoked slap, the next it was an apology.
He wanted to pull his hand back, but I used a lot of force.
“Young Master You, stop joking with me. How would I dare?”
Since I was a kid, the people around me have always been people of character. I’ve never met such a “coward” (sissy). The words “cowardly trash” were already at the tip of my tongue, but remembering I was the one in the wrong first, I held it in.
“Really won’t hit back?”
Guo Feng nodded like a woodpecker, as if I would give him another one if he were a second too slow.
Suddenly, I felt this chubby Feng-zi was a bit interesting.
I hooked my arm around his shoulder from the back of his neck, pulling him toward me.
I clearly felt him stiffen for a moment, then he turned to look at me with a grin.
“Young Master You…”
“Let me ask you something.”
“Please speak, I will tell you everything I know without reservation.” Thinking that my sudden movement had completely cowed him, he replied very quickly.
I coughed once, then spoke with a smile: “Actually, it’s nothing much. I just wanted to ask is your position as HR Director something you bought?”
After saying that, I laughed loudly, turned around, and walked toward the entrance.
This fat guy is too fun. When I said he bought his position just now, the blank look on his face didn’t look like something a person of his age should have.
Whether it was because I just saw Mo An, or because of Guo Feng, I felt in an extremely good mood.
Except I hadn’t laughed more than twice before I couldn’t laugh anymore.
I had thought there were only me and Guo Feng here; I didn’t expect to see another person when I turned around.
Dressed in a black suit skirt, hair also meticulously combed back and tied into a ponytail, she was standing at the entrance with her arms crossed, looking at the two of us expressionlessly.
Actually, setting aside that cold expression and this outfit, her features were quite good.
The main thing was what was with that look of utter disdain on her face?
I just arrived to report for duty; I couldn’t have offended her already, could I?
Before I could say anything, she turned around and walked away, her high heels going di-da-di-da.
I was stunned on the spot.
Guo Feng quietly tapped my back.
Then he whispered: “Don’t mind her. In this building, she only has eyes for one person. Everyone else in her eyes isn’t even human.”
So she’s a nutjob. Thinking of that unfriendly expression, I came to that conclusion.
I asked casually: “Who is the only person she looks up to?”
“Who else could it be?” Guo Feng said, following half a step behind me.
Not saying it directly really piqued my curiosity. I turned and looked into Guo Feng’s eyes.
“Who?”
Guo Feng looked left and right, as if confirming no one would hear him gossiping, before saying:
“Mo An, Manager Mo, of course. Who knows where Mo An found that brat? When she’s by Mo An’s side, she’s as sweet as a little girl, but as soon as Mo An isn’t around, she instantly turns into Li Mochu (the ‘Viper’ maiden).”
He paused, then added in a “bro-to-bro” close proximity:
“You can’t tell, can you? That little brat is known in the company as the ‘Grief of Ghosts’ (someone even ghosts are afraid of). Quite a few people in the company are scared of her.”
My focus had already shifted from that woman who appeared out of nowhere. She looks down on everyone but is “special” toward Mo An.
This is a damn bad omen.
Even if being “special” doesn’t lead to a romantic relationship, it at least indicates she has a special emotion toward Mo An.
Without knowing it, am I already besieged from all sides?
I just found the person, and he already doesn’t belong to me?
I will absolutely not allow this situation, regardless of who the opponent is.
Guo Feng was already rambling on about various pieces of information regarding that girl.
I interrupted him ruthlessly: “Does she have a boyfriend?”