From then on, Sang Yu never took the initiative to contact Song Yunsheng again.
Song Yun-sheng was also holding a grudge, feeling that Sang Yu was becoming increasingly adept at playing hard to get. She felt she had yielded enough, yet it only seemed to make Sang Yu push for more. Consequently, she stopped calling as well.
Yet, for some reason, no matter how late it was, she subconsciously still returned home.
Even though all of Sang Yu’s belongings had been cleared out of the original bedroom, she still couldn’t help but think of her.
She remembered the things Sang Yu used to do.
Sang Yu used to love waiting for her to come home. It was as if the woman had an endless list of things to do: there would be a cup of steaming hot milk on the table, she would nag her softly to drink it slowly, and she would prepare hot water for her.
Sometimes when she fell asleep from exhaustion, Sang Yu would wake her up gently. After her bath, Sang Yu would personally blow-dry her hair, pressing close to Song Yunsheng and holding her tightly as they drifted off to sleep.
Back then, she had found it a bit annoying, even feeling a sense of resistance toward Sang Yu’s intimate touch. Now, thinking back carefully, she realized she had indeed been perhaps too cold.
A paper agreement was nothing more than an exchange of interests, but companionship built over long days and years could not be faked. Song Yunsheng built up her mental resolve, recalling that Sang Yu’s illness was, in the end, caused by her.
Perhaps she could indulge her just a little bit more.
After pondering for a while, Song Yunsheng finally thought of her friend’s suggestion.
If it was because of sexual apathy… perhaps she really should look at some “materials”?
This kind of thing was still somewhat difficult for Song Yunsheng to accept. She went through a lot of effort to find a website and, braving the psychological pressure, scrolled through it. She had originally thought the films would be disgusting… but the moment she imagined the subject was Sang Yu, a sudden wave of heat washed over her body.
This feeling was too foreign. Song Yunsheng felt more and more that something was wrong with her and hurriedly closed the site.
But even after closing it, the images replayed in her mind over and over. Song Yunsheng froze there, somewhat at a loss. Subconsciously, she took out her phone to message Sang Yu, only to realize it was too late.
She sighed softly, staring at the screen in a daze for a while. Just then, her phone suddenly “dinged” with a push notification…
“Sexy and Seductive Lingerie: Irresistible Temptation…”
Song Yunsheng’s brain short-circuited, but her eyes couldn’t look away. Logically, she should have clicked the “X” to close the notification, but by some ghost or god’s interference, her finger tapped it, and she actually scrolled into the comment section.
Compared to the eye-catching title and pictures, the comment section was normal… like hell it was! Why was everyone more erotic than the last!!
Song Yun-sheng wanted to look but didn’t dare to. While building up her mental resolve, her mind became muddled by those questions and comments.
Giving up halfway was not her style. Song Yunsheng took a deep breath and finally made up her mind. She selected two links for lingerie of different styles and forwarded them to Sang Yu. Mustering her courage, she typed: “Which one do you like?”
The moment she sent it, Song Yunsheng’s head felt like it exploded. She almost instinctively wanted to withdraw the message, but her chaotic logic whispered from the sidelines: “This is for the sake of Sang Yu’s illness.”
No, no—was the voice saying that even considered “logic” anymore!
Song Yunsheng could hardly tell. She threw her phone aside, turned around, and breathed deeply to calm her heart. Once her heartbeat leveled out, she couldn’t resist checking for a message. However, the phone remained quiet; there wasn’t even a “the other party is typing” status.
Was she asleep? Or had she not seen it?
Was her phone on silent? Was it off? Had she handed it to Lu Lingxi?
A flurry of thoughts surfaced, but the phone remained silent. Song Yunsheng waited for a reply, unable to sleep. She couldn’t help but look at other styles and, pursing her lips after much hesitation, clicked “purchase” on a certain item.
But by the time Song Yunsheng finally succumbed to drowsiness and woke up the next morning, Sang Yu still hadn’t replied.
Song Yunsheng was starting to get angry.
She had already gone this far—what more did she want?
On Sang Yu’s side, it wasn’t intentional. She had been filming night scenes the previous night and was called up at seven the next morning to patch up a guest appearance. After finishing, she went straight back to sleep and didn’t notice the message at all.
It wasn’t until Jiang Xin called her to eat that Sang Yu checked her phone and caught sight of Song Yun-sheng’s world-shaking act.
She was rinsing her mouth at the time, and for a moment, her jaw practically hit the floor. She froze for a long while before carefully checking the profile picture.
It was correct—she hadn’t seen it wrong.
Looking at Song Yun-sheng’s “Which one do you like” now, Sang Yu’s mood was quite complicated.
It was truly hard to imagine an Omega who practically had the words “sexually apathetic” engraved on her forehead, typing that sentence so seriously and reservedly before sending it to her.
Sang Yu even shivered for a second. No matter how she thought about it, Song Yunsheng was definitely out of character!
She thought for a moment and sent a message back with extreme caution: “? Was your account hacked? Song Yunsheng? Send me a voice message.”
After sending it, Sang Yu actually felt relieved. Although she didn’t know what was going on, based on that brief sentence, it was likely a hacked account. Song Yun-sheng should be able to handle it herself; it had nothing to do with her.
Having finished her thought, Sang Yu put her phone away, rinsed out the toothpaste foam, washed her face, and headed out to eat with Jiang Xin.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Song Yunsheng—who had finally received a message—felt differently.
Before going to sleep, Song Yunsheng had set a special ringtone for Sang Yu for the first time. She was too embarrassed to pin the chat to the top, feeling that such a thing was too childish.
She clearly didn’t realize that her current behavior was also very “off.” She only noticed her heartbeat, which was faster than usual. Her mind went blank for a long time before her fingertips trembled slightly as she clicked on the message box with feigned composure.
…And then she was splashed awake by Sang Yu’s bucket of cold water.
Song Yunsheng’s face darkened. A breath of frustration was trapped in her chest with nowhere to go. Just then, her assistant knocked on the door and entered.
Song Yunsheng only cast a glance to the side, but the little assistant was nearly fainted by the CEO’s low-pressure aura. She frantically searched her mind for what she had done wrong, or if someone else had messed up.
But finding no answer, the assistant stood frozen for several seconds before stammering, “President… President Song, the subordinates are waiting for you to start the meeting.”
“I know. Get out.”
Song Yunsheng’s expression softened slightly, but the “off” vibe became even more apparent. The assistant felt terrified and could only act with even more caution.
Fortunately, throughout the day, other than her expression being as cold as ice and her speaking even less, Song Yunsheng didn’t really lose her temper. While the assistant felt lucky, she was also puzzled, and then she caught sight of Song Yunsheng’s small habit of stealing glances at her phone.
This was quite rare to see. One must know that the CEO usually hated multitasking most; this time, she was actually breaking her own rule?
The assistant curiously peeked again and suddenly realized: Was the CEO… waiting for someone to reply to a message?
Of course, Song Yunsheng wouldn’t answer her, nor did she reply to Sang Yu.
In fact, Song Yunsheng felt that Sang Yu should have said something more. How could she just leave it at that one simple sentence?
Given Sang Yu’s personality, she should have at least asked something else! With just that one sentence, how was she, an Omega, supposed to respond? Say her account really was hacked, or honestly admit it was for the sake of a cure??
No matter which option, it was a “lethal dose” for Song Yunsheng. She had already tried to take the initiative once; there was no way she could do it a second time.
Unfortunately, their brainwaves were not on the same frequency.
After Sang Yu finished her meal, she checked her phone and saw that Song Yunsheng hadn’t replied. After she went to film and finished a scene, she checked again—still no reply.
She became even more convinced that the account had been hacked. After all, how could a person as serious and cold as Song Yunsheng ever send such a message?
Sang Yu didn’t take it to heart. After resting a bit and eating, she picked up her script to study the next scene.
Several days passed like this. Neither of them sent another message, and that lingerie link seemed to have no follow up.
Until one day, Song Yunsheng suddenly called.
Her words were concise and to the point, asking when she would have time. She said Grandma missed them and wanted them to come back to the old family estate for a meal.
Song Yunsheng’s grandmother was over sixty and in poor health, living at the old estate. The members of the Song family were actually somewhat distant from one another, but Sang Yu and Grandma had a good relationship, mostly because Sang Yu frequently visited her in the past.
After thinking it over, Sang Yu had no reason to refuse, so she simply said, “The day after tomorrow. My scenes are early that day, so I can clear out the afternoon and evening.”
Song Yunsheng let out an “Mm” on the other end of the phone and quickly said, “Fine, I’ll drive over to pick you up then.”
This was a bit unexpected. Sang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, “Are you that free lately?”
As if stung by those words, Song Yunsheng’s voice became noticeably more displeased as she said stiffly, “I pushed back a few meetings to squeeze out the time.”
“Oh…”
Sang Yu was silent for a moment before adding, “But after dinner, I have to go back to the film set at night. I have a scene early the next morning.”
This should have been a very normal itinerary update, but Song Yunsheng, who knew what she was thinking, gave a noncommittal response. The two fell into silence until Jiang Xin came over to call her for dinner.
Sang Yu hung up. Song Yunsheng stared at her phone unhappily, her expression suddenly turning subtle as she thought about something.
Back at home, Song Yunsheng took out the “certain item” that had already arrived and looked at it again and again. After some deliberation, she held it up against herself to try it out.
It didn’t feel like much; in fact, it was a bit uncomfortable. However, if it was really like what the comment section said… Song Yunsheng coughed, patiently waited until the third afternoon, and began to dress up in front of the mirror.
Song Yunsheng was truly a bit dense; she didn’t feel there was anything wrong with wearing such a thing to a meal at an elder’s house. Fortunately, she also knew that this kind of thing was private after all, so she layered clothes over it, adding a thin trench-style dress. It looked no different from a normal outfit.
Looking at herself in the full length mirror, Song Yunsheng nodded, turned around, and drove to the film set to pick up Sang Yu.
Neither of them spoke much along the way. An awkward atmosphere spread; Sang Yu felt there was nothing to say, while Song Yunsheng wanted to say a few words but didn’t know what.
But staying silent didn’t feel right either. Sang Yu soon noticed Song Yunsheng frequently glancing at her. She felt slightly puzzled and, after thinking about it, remembered the matter of the link.
She decided to find a topic and asked suggestively, “The other day… was your account hacked?”
Song Yunsheng kept a dark face and didn’t speak.
After Sang Yu said it, she regretted it, feeling like she was poking a sore spot. She stopped looking for trouble and turned her head to stare out at the bustling traffic, lost in a daze.
Seeing that she had returned to being cold, Song Yunsheng also felt a bit of regret. She didn’t want her mind to be constantly unsettled by their relationship, affecting her work. At this moment, she only wanted to quickly appease Sang Yu and bring their relationship back to its starting point.
Thinking about everything she had prepared today, she didn’t want her efforts to go to waste.
In the passenger seat, Sang Yu was still completely unaware of Song Yunsheng’s “preparations.” She only glanced at Song Yunsheng from the corner of her eye, truly not understanding why this person had been so temperamental lately.
In the past, she had been very attentive to Song Yunsheng’s emotions. Thinking about it now, Song Yunsheng probably only found her annoying back then. Now that she gradually cared less, she was too lazy to pay attention to her emotions, let alone have the desire to investigate them.
This was for the best.