I Heard You Have a Crush On Me? What a Coincidence! - Chapter 2

Song Que had a slight fever, but that did not stop him from returning to work on time after a rare day off.

His assistant, Zhao Guangyuan, brought in a stack of documents. He stole a cautious glance at Song Que before beginning his report.

Song Que listened quietly, then nodded. “Understood. Meeting in one hour.”

“Yes, President Song,” Zhao Guangyuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave the office.

The two were efficient and concise, with little personal exchange. This was the survival tactic Zhao Guangyuan had developed since becoming Song Que’s assistant.

Song Que did not require any connection outside of work. Most of the time, he operated like a precision machine: calm and detached. While working for such a person was naturally nerve-wracking, Zhao Guangyuan eventually discovered that as long as one’s duties were fulfilled, Song Que was, in some ways, remarkably easy to deal with.

Song Que pressed his temples, trying to focus on how to push the new project forward, but his thoughts kept drifting uncontrollably.

A financial news notification popped up on his phone, discussing a potential shift in power within the Qin Group. It served as a stark reminder that Qin Wangye was truly back.

Something thudded heavily against his chest, forcing Song Que to take a few deep breaths to steady himself. He stood up and looked out the window.

The winds of his youth seemed to blow from behind him once more. In the empty room, Song Que’s lips moved slightly, as if murmuring something to himself.

“You lost your phone?” Shao Fuguang stared at Qin Wangye in disbelief. “How did that happen to you?”

Qin Wangye gave a brief explanation: “A momentary lapse in judgment.”

“If your mother had not called me this morning, I would have gone to the Qin residence to beg for forgiveness, you know?” Shao Fuguang had plenty to say about it. He had personally organized the welcome-back banquet two nights ago and screened everyone attending. He had not expected anyone to have the audacity to try anything.

Knowing that Qin Wangye had been drugged and then disappeared, Shao Fuguang’s heart rate had nearly hit 180. Setting aside the agonizing search process, Shao Fuguang simply found it bizarre that Qin Wangye would lose something.

At the moment, Qin Wangye was leaning back on the sofa in casual wear, looking every bit the elegant, cynical rogue. His glass was empty, but he did not bother to refill it, instead spinning the glass to admire the patterns on the crystal.

However, his close circle knew his nonchalance was a facade. The man’s perception was bordering on supernatural. As the heir to the Qin family, he had been a target for countless schemes since childhood, yet he had never truly been caught off guard.

Except for the night before last.

“So you just found a room and slept it off?” Gu Yushuo followed up.

“Yes,” Qin Wangye replied.

Shao Fuguang shot Gu Yushuo a look. Even without the prompt, Gu Yushuo was going to ask: “Do you take us for fools? That drink was not exactly standard.”

Qin Wangye replied, “I only took one sip. The Su family does not carry that much weight with me.”

Shao Fuguang was inclined to believe him now; Qin Wangye’s self-control had always been extreme.

“Anyway,” Gu Yushuo changed the subject, “your timing is good. The Shuangxi Chamber of Commerce meeting is in a few days. You can get reacquainted with everyone.”

Qin Wangye hummed. “Aside from the usual families, is there any new blood?”

“There is,” Shao Fuguang chimed in. “Zhongke Industries, the Lin family who toasted you that night, and Zhuiyuan.”

“Is Zhuiyuan a software company?” Qin Wangye interrupted.

“More than that. They handle real estate, material processing, and equipment imports. They have dozens of industrial chains,” Shao Fuguang paused strangely.

Qin Wangye raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Shao Fuguang continued, “Nothing, really. It is just that whenever Zhuiyuan is mentioned, you cannot help but mention Song Que. He was there the other night too. Did you see him?”

Qin Wangye did not respond.

Shao Fuguang added, “You should remember him. With a face like Song Que’s, he is unforgettable. Zhuiyuan has gained massive momentum in the last two years, and Song Que is the type who values money over his own life.”

Qin Wangye asked flatly, “In what way?”

“The guy is ruthless. Early on, when he was fighting for business, he showed no mercy. He nearly gave that old man from the Zhu family a heart attack.”

“He is smart, too,” Gu Yushuo added warmly. “I have dealt with him twice. I actually have a good impression of him. He is very composed. People in this circle always try to suppress anyone who stands out, and Song Que is the ultimate standout.”

“True,” Shao Fuguang agreed. “But Song Que’s life is pretty tragic. Word is his parents divorced and started their own successful families. They are polite to everyone else, but neither of them wants much to do with him.”

Gu Yushuo noted, “Song Hongfang’s daughter is already seventeen. Song Que was only seven or eight when they divorced. Who wants extra baggage?”

Shao Fuguang laughed. “You are really sticking up for him.”

“Not exactly.” Gu Yushuo poured some tea. “I have dealt with Song Hongfang. He is a hypocritical scoundrel. It is only now that Song Que has made it that he wants to repair the father-son relationship. When Song Que refused, he started spreading rumors.”

“Oh, I just remembered,” Shao Fuguang continued gossiping. “I saw Song Que hit a security guard outside the Jingfeng Hotel once. I did a bit of digging and heard that the guard was harassing a delivery person from the kitchen. Song Que threw hands without saying more than two words. It was strange, but I am telling you, the way Song Que looked then, he had real spirit!”

Qin Wangye, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up: “You could tell he had spirit just by looking from a distance?”

Shao Fuguang found the question odd and felt a bit defensive. “How would I not know? You are the one who has been abroad for three years.”

Actually, I would, Qin Wangye thought as the sensations of that night flooded back to him.

In that dim room, sweat had trailed down those elegant, clear lines. When Qin Wangye tried to look at Song Que, the young man had reached out to cover his eyes.

His senses had been heightened instantly. The moisture in the youth’s palm seemed to turn into a warm vapor from the soaring body temperature. Qin Wangye had tried to shift positions, but Song Que would not allow it.

He insisted on sitting up, even though he could not handle it. His breath caught in muffled groans that were absolutely lethal.

That is what I call spirit.

Qin Wangye let out a soft laugh and placed his glass on the table. “I am heading out. You guys stay.”

“Wait, you?” Shao Fuguang was baffled. “Stay a bit longer!”

Gu Yushuo did not stop him, but after Qin Wangye left, he asked, “Why has he suddenly become so rakish?”

“I have no idea,” Shao Fuguang replied.

As the leader of Zhaocheng’s business world, any shift in the Qin family’s direction would inevitably ripple through every corner of the city. Everyone knew Qin Wangye was not an easy man to cross.

Consequently, this Chamber of Commerce meeting was being organized with exceptional grandeur.

Song Que took two fever reducers before arriving. He already had a clear map in his mind of who to meet, what businesses to develop, and which paths to take, provided that Qin Wangye did not come looking for trouble.

If Qin Wangye viewed that night as a humiliation, Song Que’s road ahead would become incredibly difficult. Any ordinary person would be trembling with fear at the thought, but Song Que did not back down.