I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Shen Lishu expressed that she would like two more sensible and qualified “corporate slaves” like An Rongrong.

Shouldn’t An Rongrong be considering whether she makes money or not? This kid must be a bit silly!

Shen Lishu decisively pulled out her phone and sent a message to Sister Su:

The person is silly but has a bright financial future. Sign quickly.

If you miss this village, there might not be another shop like it.

Regarding Shen Lishu’s desire to sign An Rongrong, Sister Su wasn’t actually optimistic; she was afraid of bringing trouble into the studio. But since Shen Lishu was the boss and had spoken, Sister Su could only have the legal department draft the contract.

About a minute later, Sister Su replied to Shen Lishu, saying she would come over in the afternoon. Along with delivering the contract, she wanted to see what was so special about this An Rongrong that Shen Lishu favored her so much.

“Stop stretching. Come on, let’s go eat,” Shen Lishu called out to An Rongrong. “The boxed lunches have arrived.”

Shen Lishu didn’t quite understand people like An Rongrong who had practiced dance since childhood why they felt the need to do a split at the drop of a hat. It didn’t look like showing off; was it simply that her legs felt itchy and she felt uncomfortable if she didn’t practice for a day?

Shen Lishu opened the door and walked out first. An Rongrong, clutching her burning face, trotted behind her, her eyes sparkling.

She was actually going to sign with the Goddess’s studio! From now on, Shen Lishu would be her boss. If she rounded that up, didn’t that make her “one of her people”? Since they were now on the same side, she wondered what the boss’s views were on “workplace unspoken rules” (casting couch/favors).

As the newly appointed boss, Shen Lishu took a lunch box from her assistant, turned to An Rongrong, and said in a low voice, “The time for your performance has come.”

An Rongrong’s spirit jolted. Her back straightened and her eyes went round. She thought to herself: Are wishes coming true this quickly now?!

She glanced left and right. It was currently the noon break. Everyone was eating their lunch boxes while scrolling through their phones; no one was paying attention to them. It would be very easy to do something “adult.”

Shen Lishu had already taken the lead into the dressing room. She held the door handle with one hand, pushing it open a crack, and looked back at her suggestively.

An Rongrong’s heart thundered uncontrollably. It was as if a small deer was trapped in her chest, frantically kicking its four hooves and crashing into the walls.

This wouldn’t be called ‘sleeping with a fan,’ would it? This should be ‘workplace sexual harassment’!

If it were anyone else, An Rongrong would have definitely smashed a lunch box into their face to teach them a lesson. But now that it was Shen Lishu, An Rongrong’s eyelashes fluttered. She took delicate, dainty steps, running in with a sense of urgency that didn’t lose its poise, fearing Shen Lishu might regret it.

Her breathing was shallow, and her beautiful large eyes stared expectantly at Shen Lishu, her face flushing intensely. Especially when she saw Shen Lishu turn around and close the door, the “click” of the lock was magnified infinitely in An Rongrong’s ears.

She originally thought she was overthinking it, but now facts proved the Goddess did have other intentions toward her! Otherwise, why lock the door? Why lock the door for no reason? Since the door was locked, they were definitely going to do something unsuitable for others to see.

While An Rongrong felt their progress might be too fast—developing into this kind of relationship in just half an hour she simultaneously swallowed nervously. Her brain uncontrollably replayed what color bra she was wearing today.

If she reached out to brush back the Goddess’s long wavy hair to kiss her collarbone later, would it seem too proactive? But An Rongrong was truly craving Shen Lishu’s shoulder-to-neck ratio! How could someone not practice dance and still have such a swan neck? It was as if the God of Talent had fed her with a golden spoon!

Shen Lishu locked the door and turned around, only to be met by An Rongrong’s glowing, sparkling eyes. She was stunned for a moment. That expression was like a puppy seeing a meaty bone, wagging its tail and waiting expectantly.

“Rongrong,” Shen Lishu said softly. She winked her right eye and leaned in close to An Rongrong’s ear. “You can’t tell anyone about what happens today. Especially not Xiao Zhang or Director Mao.”

Of course I can’t say anything! How could I tell anyone about this!

An Rongrong’s face was practically smoking. She nodded non-stop like a chick pecking grain, her voice as faint as a mosquito. “I won’t tell. I won’t tell anyone.”

I’ll just savor it secretly in my heart!

An Rongrong took a deep breath. Just as she was about to set down the cumbersome lunch box in her hand, Shen Lishu sat on the sofa and proactively opened her own lunch box.

Is she going to eat her fill before getting down to business? That seemed reasonable. One needs a full stomach before attending to “carnal desires.”

An Rongrong sat side-by-side with Shen Lishu, her gaze involuntarily falling on the deep “career line” (cleavage) in front of her. Shen Lishu was wearing a camisole, and sitting hunched over like this, everything was visible.

An Rongrong’s nose felt strangely hot; a nosebleed was threatening to erupt. She took a deep breath, gripped her lunch box tight, and forced her gaze away, landing it on Shen Lishu’s face. Looking at this bright and moving face, An Rongrong’s heart was swamped with love, and she couldn’t resist the urge to confess.

Just then, Shen Lishu also looked over at her. Their eyes met; the atmosphere was perfect.

An Rongrong’s eyelashes fluttered. She summoned her courage to look directly into Shen Lishu’s eyes. Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, her mouth was plugged by a piece of carrot.

An Rongrong: “…” An Rongrong: “?!!”

Carrots?

“I couldn’t tell that you liked vegetables so much,” Shen Lishu said. Under An Rongrong’s confused gaze, she scooped every bit of carrot and broccoli from her own lunch box and gave them to her, leaving not a single piece behind. Feeling refreshed, she added, “I’ll give them all to you from now on.”

An Rongrong bit the carrot with a “confused Nick Young” face, feeling that something was definitely wrong. She looked down at the layer of red and green in her lunch box, then at the visibly relieved Shen Lishu, and seemed to understand.

Shen Lishu didn’t want to use “unspoken rules” on her at all; she was simply a picky eater who wanted to dump her vegetables on her. As for why she locked the door and didn’t want Director Mao or Xiao Zhang to know—it was because she was afraid they would nag her if they saw!

The surge of love in An Rongrong’s chest evaporated instantly. That little deer that had been crashing around in her ribcage hit the “rock” that was Shen Lishu with a “splat” and fainted on the spot.

An Rongrong: “…”

She knew that the good fortune of being “privately handled” behind a locked door by Shen Lishu couldn’t possibly fall on her.

An Rongrong pouted and poked the carrots in her lunch box with her chopsticks. What else could she do? She could only help Shen Lishu keep her secret.

Feeling dejected, An Rongrong pulled out her phone while eating, deciding to give Shen Lishu the cold shoulder by not talking to her for two minutes.

Since Shen Lishu’s studio had decided to sign her, they wouldn’t allow others to continue smearing her. Most of the negative posts across the internet had been deleted, and more and more people were speaking up for An Rongrong. Some fans had even made a video compilation of her dancing, with the title: “To those saying An Rongrong has no talent, does your face hurt?”

An Rongrong’s dancing was truly irreproachable, so she had attracted a wave of passerby fans.

An Rongrong blinked and, while biting her chopsticks, clicked into her Weibo homepage. Only then did she realize that in just half an hour, she had actually gained over 100,000 followers! The trend seemed to be continuing upward.

Furthermore, Sister Su had used the studio’s account to @ her and @ IndustryInsiderUncle8 simultaneously, stating they would pursue the latter for defamation. Seeing this post, the fans in the comments were screaming with excitement.

Shen Lishu’s studio speaking up at this time was a public declaration that they were signing An Rongrong. An Rongrong followed the studio back, confirming the netizens’ suspicions.

She turned her head to look at Shen Lishu, who was elegantly eating fish. Sensing An Rongrong’s gaze, Shen Lishu’s eyes flickered as she looked over. “What’s wrong?”

An Rongrong unilaterally declared her less-than-one-minute cold war over and asked curiously, “Are you really going to sue that marketing account?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Shen Lishu’s red lips curled into a slight sneer. “It’s a perfect chance to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys. Suing the marketing account is secondary; it’s mainly to warn Li Yuan behind him.”

Others might say “endure for a moment for peace, take a step back for a wider view,” but that didn’t apply to Shen Lishu at all.

“Enduring for a moment leads to breast hyperplasia; taking a step back leads to ovarian cysts,” Shen Lishu told An Rongrong. “In this circle, you must have your own sharp edges.”

As she said this, her aura was in full force, like a queen high above. The little deer in An Rongrong’s chest woke up ungracefully.

Biting her chopsticks, she searched for Shen Lishu’s Weibo account and looked at the person at the very bottom of her following list.

It showed: Following.

It did not say: Mutual Following.

An Rongrong looked at Shen Lishu, her heart itching. The person herself was sitting right next to her; how could she tactfully remind her Goddess and boss to follow her back?

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