Bipolar Overbearing CEO (18)
Song Chubai’s face was flushed red. The scarlet hue stained his originally fair skin, making that whiteness appear even more dazzling and exquisite. Furthermore, his eyes, which were beautiful to the absolute extreme, brimmed with glistening specks of moisture, seemingly telling a silent story.
His lips, carrying a watery sheen, parted slightly as if waiting for someone to harvest them.
Such a Song Chubai was a sight Lu Chenhan had never witnessed before, yet it was the very sight he was most willing to see.
Hooking his index finger beneath Song Chubai’s chin, Lu Chenhan smiled with wild abandon, arrogant and domineering. “Do you like it?”
He knew what the answer would be, but he simply wanted to hear it spoken aloud by his own lips.
Only by hearing Song Chubai say it himself could he barely suppress the turbulent violence surging within his heart.
Lu Chenhan knew that his illness had grown more severe.
Bipolar disorder always kept his mental state in an extremely unstable condition, and a doctor had once even warned him that he might reach a point where he would resort to physical violence against others.
At the time, he had scoffed at the notion. He never deigned to harm anyone with his own hands. If he wanted to make someone miserable, a single word from him was enough for his subordinates to take care of the dirty work.
Yet now, upon seeing such a Song Chubai and tasting his sweetness, the agitation of his mind left him restless, rarely stirring up an impulse to destroy something.
It would be best to shatter and ruin something originally pristine, letting it blossom into the final posture of life.
This surging desire for violence and destruction could only be quelled by Song Chubai’s answer, even if it was only temporary.
Lu Chenhan stared at Song Chubai, waiting for his response.
Song Chubai looked back at Lu Chenhan in a daze, still unable to fully process what was happening.
His lips still seemed to linger with Lu Chenhan’s overbearing aura, and that temperature and texture completely distinct from his own left him somewhat at a loss.
He hadn’t even clearly heard what Lu Chenhan had said. Instead, following the trailing thoughts in his mind, he babbled in a dazed haze, “That was my first kiss.”
“Hmm?” Lu Chenhan was clearly taken aback by this answer, but alongside the surprise, a fierce, unprecedented wave of joy welled up from the bottom of his heart.
“First kiss?” He repeated the phrase, rolling it over and chewing on the words repeatedly.
After a long while, he curved the corners of his lips, letting out a satisfied, soft hum.
Clearly not the answer he had originally wanted, yet upon hearing those two words, “first kiss,” all his restless and turbulent emotions were smoothed away.
Song Chubai, who finally regained his wits, felt his face turn even redder.
Right at that moment, the system, which had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
{Host, your kisses seem to have a stabilizing effect on his condition.}
Song Chubai: ??
For a split second, his mind went blank. What on earth did it mean that his kisses had a stabilizing effect on an illness? He wasn’t some kind of medicine. How could a single kiss possibly stabilize anything?
The system must be trying to fool him.
“Qi Qi, although I don’t interact much with humans, that doesn’t mean I am an idiot,” Song Chubai said with feigned sternness. “Stop trying to pull my leg.”
Qi Qi replied, “It is true.”
Having rolled off the production line not too long ago, system Qi Qi had no idea how to converse with its own host, so it could only respond in a rigid, literal manner. “After detection, it indeed has a stabilizing effect.”
“Alright, alright, I know, I know.” Seeing that Qi Qi was uncharacteristically chatty and even trying to hoodwink him, Song Chubai let a hint of playful teasing creep into his tone. “If kissing is all it takes to work, then I’ll just keep kissing him until he recovers completely, how about that?”
Qi Qi replied, “Host, you can give it a try.”
Song Chubai: [Blank]
There really was no need for that.
With this little commotion involving Qi Qi, Song Chubai completely forgot about that tiny trace of bashfulness from earlier.
He glanced at Lu Chenhan and, seeing that the man seemed to be in a relatively good mood, asked, “What about the people over there, then?”
“Hmm?” Lu Chenhan raised an eyebrow. “Over where?”
“I mean Guyue Group,” Song Chubai said.
Guyue Group was precisely the company that had dispatched the original host to steal the project proposal document.
Lu Chenhan couldn’t care less about them. “If they want it, let them have it.”
He pulled Song Chubai into his arms. “Hand the proposal over to them, and as for you, you are only allowed to stay by my side.”
Trading a project proposal to cleanly sever the ties between Song Chubai and Guyue Group was, in his eyes, an extremely profitable transaction.
Besides, who said he only had a single copy of that project proposal in his hands?
Lu Chenhan’s eyes flashed subtly as his thumb rubbed back and forth against the soft flesh of Song Chubai’s waist, lost in some unknown thought.
Under Lu Chenhan’s forceful demands, Song Chubai ultimately handed that project proposal over to the people at Guyue Group.
At the same time, he made it clear that once this proposal was handed over, he would no longer assist them with any further tasks.
Song Chubai’s superior, the person listed under the contact note “1,” didn’t care in the least whether Song Chubai would help him with anything in the future.
As long as they secured this proposal, they would be able to win the Lu Group’s project, and by then, Guyue Group would no longer be the same Guyue Group as before.
Even if people from the Lu Group discovered something was amiss, he could easily shift all the blame onto Song Chubai and make him play the scapegoat, while he himself merely needed to sit back and reap the final harvest.
The superior had calculated every step of his clever scheme, completely unaware that he had already fallen squarely into Lu Chenhan’s trap.
At the bidding conference held a few days later, just as Guyue Group thought they could secure the tender using the stolen proposal, the Lu Group produced an even more exceptional, practically flawless project plan instead.
Naturally, this project fell securely into the hands of the Lu Group.
More importantly, shortly afterward, the Lu Group filed a lawsuit against Guyue Group for stealing commercial secrets and hauled Song Chubai’s superior straight into court in one fell swoop.
The operation was swift and decisive with all sorts of conclusive evidence in place, and by that very afternoon, the man was hauled away by the police officers.
As for Song Chubai, he seemed to have completely vanished from the picture throughout this whole commercial espionage scandal, with not a single person mentioning his name.
Naturally, this was primarily Lu Chenhan’s handiwork.
After all, as far as he was concerned, Song Chubai was already his person. Since he was his person, what harm was there in taking a peek at some commercial secrets?
Such double standards, held with absolute and unblushing self-righteousness.
Song Chubai only learned about Guyue Group being prosecuted for stealing commercial secrets a whole week later.
The entire affair was practically on the verge of settling by the time he found out, making him thoroughly slow on the uptake.
It must be because of Lu Chenhan kissing me three times a day, Song Chubai couldn’t help thinking to himself.
Ever since Lu Chenhan had snatched away his first kiss last time, he practically had to kiss him at least three times every single day.
There was the morning kiss, the goodnight kiss, and the most absurd one of all, the mealtime kiss.
He had no idea where the man found so many excuses.
Song Chubai cast a quick glance at Lu Chenhan and, seeing him look back, immediately retreated a small half-step, looking at him with guarded eyes as he announced, “We just had a noon kiss!”
His lips were practically swelling up from this; there was no way he was kissing again today!
As if reading the thoughts running through Song Chubai’s mind, Lu Chenhan let out a sigh of mild regret. However, a dark glint flashed across his eyes very soon after.
If they weren’t kissing, they could always do something else instead, couldn’t they?