I Secretly Read My Boss' Diary (GL) - Chapter 6

August 5th: A Daydream About Silly

Today I had a rather shameful dream. I dreamt that Silly was lying in my arms, and as I gazed at her flushed face, I slowly peeled off her clothes, piece by piece. Our bodies intertwined like two vines, merging together in a seamless, inseparable embrace…

I watched Silly cry before me, begging me through her tears. Just as I was about to silence her with a kiss, I woke up.

The lingering, tingling sensation still coursed through my body. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes and slipped my hand beneath the covers, reliving the memory of Silly in my dream to satisfy myself.

When I finally came to my senses, I knew this person had been etched into my mind. She would accompany me for the rest of my life, until my dying days…

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Yan Zhao continued to sit on the sofa, passing the time by playing on her phone. She glanced at Gong Muyu beside her, who was typing rapidly on her phone, seemingly chatting with someone.

Not wanting to stare, Yan Zhao scrolled through her phone, hugging a pillow and yawning. Meanwhile, Sun Yiming was passionately singing a song.

The lyrics were tender, and his voice was soft and gentle. Yan Zhao watched him, hugging the pillow, until her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, unwilling to stay open any longer.

After some time, Yan Zhao, still half-asleep, suddenly felt a tap on her head. Startled, she jerked awake and saw Sun Yiming standing before her, with the microphone in hand and was grinning mischievously. Yan Zhao quickly wiped her mouth and stood up.

“Manager Sun, is there something you need?”

Seeing Yan Zhao’s sleepy expression, her eyes straining to stay open, Sun Yiming couldn’t help but chuckle.

He had never imagined someone could sleep so soundly in such a noisy environment, hugging a pillow. Driven by some inexplicable impulse, he had approached her after finishing his song and gently tapped her awake with the microphone.

“Nothing much, just wanted to ask what song you’d like to sing.”

Yan Zhao’s mind was still in a daze. As she was about to refuse Sun Yiming’s offer, he pressed the microphone into her hand and gently pulled her out from behind the coffee table.

Stunned, Yan Zhao followed Sun Yiming to the center of the private room, completely oblivious to Gong Muyu’s furious gaze burning into the spot where Sun Yiming’s hand gripped her arm. The anger in Gong Muyu’s eyes seemed almost palpable.

“What song do you want to sing? I’ll find it for you.”

Sun Yiming pushed Yan Zhao toward the center of the room and moved to the karaoke machine, smiling at her dazed expression.

Still disoriented, Yan Zhao let out a startled “Ah?” when Sun Yiming asked her. By the time she realized she wanted to refuse, it was too late.

She glanced desperately toward the Operations Department staff, hoping for help. But Sister V was engrossed in a heated game of “Run Fast” with Zhang Sheng and the others. Liu Yiyang and the marketing team were playing Truth or Dare. The only person who might have intervened, Dong Wan, was glaring at her with jealous fury, making any rescue impossible.

Yan Zhao felt like bursting into tears. She turned to face Sun Yiming, who was still smiling warmly, and said helplessly, “Then, Manager Sun, please play ‘Chinese Kung Fu’ for me.”

The moment Yan Zhao uttered the song title, the onlookers froze in shock, followed by a wave of laughter. Clutching the microphone like a nervous elementary school student on her first day, Yan Zhao shifted her feet awkwardly. She glanced back at the crowd’s reaction and asked Sun Yiming, who was struggling to suppress his laughter, “What’s wrong? Is this song not available?”

Sun Yiming cleared his throat and nodded. “It’s available, it’s available.”

The intro to “Chinese Kung Fu” began to play. Yan Zhao, microphone in hand, puffed out her chubby cheeks and roared into the microphone with surprising ferocity:

“Lying like a drawn bow, standing like a pine tree…”

Gong Muyu jumped at Yan Zhao’s sudden shout, looking up at the petite figure in the center. She couldn’t believe someone so small could possess such a powerful voice.

The people who had been playing games in the private room were all startled by Yan Zhao’s outburst. Only Zhang Sheng and Sister V covered their faces, refusing to acknowledge that this person came from their department.

Yan Zhao’s brain worked in astonishingly bizarre ways. To think she’d choose this song for the company party…

Clutching the microphone, Yan Zhao finished the last line—”China has divine power!”—her face flushed crimson. Panting, she was about to hand the microphone back to Sun Yiming and return to her seat when Sun Yiming stopped her.

“How about we sing a duet?”

Yan Zhao’s brain short-circuited again. Before she could even agree, someone behind her spoke up: “How about I sing a duet with Manager Sun?”

Yan Zhao and the others turned to see Gong Muyu standing up. With long, graceful strides, Gong Muyu walked over to Yan Zhao, took the microphone from her hand, glanced at her briefly, and then turned her gaze to Sun Yiming.

Sun Yiming was completely taken aback by Gong Muyu’s suggestion. After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly recovered, a smile curving his lips. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Seeing this, Yan Zhao hurried back to Dong Wan’s side. But as soon as she sat down, Dong Wan, her face twisted with jealousy, grabbed Yan Zhao’s arm and pinched it hard. Caught off guard, Yan Zhao yelped in pain and instinctively clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the cry.

“Holy hell! Are you trying to kill me?”

Dong Wan released her grip, her gaze fixed on the handsome man and beautiful woman at the center of the room. Without turning her head, she said to Yan Zhao, her eyes red-rimmed, “A Zhao, I think I’m going to be heartbroken again.”

Yan Zhao shot her a disdainful look before turning her attention to the pair on stage. Sun Yiming exuded a gentle warmth, carrying himself with the refined grace of a gentleman. Gong Muyu, with her exquisite features and serene composure, resembled a rare alpine flower. Their contrasting temperaments—one warm, the other cool—made them an unexpectedly perfect match. The love song they sang together seemed even more poignant in their duet.

Quietly observing them, Yan Zhao sighed inwardly, unable to discern whether her feelings were envy or disappointment. She glanced back at Dong Wan, whose eyes were still red-rimmed, and patted her shoulder in a comforting gesture. Then, taking her glass, she retreated to a dimly lit corner to resume reading the novel she had been interrupted by.

The senior executives, finding the games too dull, moved to a smaller side room to play mahjong. The remaining guests either joined in or gathered around to watch Liu Yiyang and his group play their games.

After reading her novel for a while, Yan Zhao felt drowsy again. She leaned back against the sofa and drifted off to sleep.

Gong Muyu finished texting her family and noticed Yan Zhao sleeping beside her with her eyes closed.

Seeing the others in the private room engrossed in their games, Gong Muyu hesitated for a moment before getting up and walking over to the karaoke machine. She switched the music to a gentler, more soothing tune.

As the noise around her subsided, Yan Zhao’s tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed. Gong Muyu sat down beside her and noticed Yan Zhao’s head, propped up by a cushion, swaying slightly.

Afraid she might lose her balance and fall, Gong Muyu quickly reached out to steady Yan Zhao with her arm, gently guiding her to lie down on the sofa.

Gong Muyu lowered her gaze to Yan Zhao’s peaceful sleeping face beside her leg. She reached out and traced the contours of her face in the air. When her fingers hovered over Yan Zhao’s slightly parted, crimson lips, an irresistible urge compelled her to touch them.

But just as her fingertip was about to brush against Yan Zhao’s lower lip, Gong Muyu paused, then mustered the courage for a light touch. The soft, electric sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she recoiled her hand as if shocked.

Yan Zhao didn’t wake up from her touch. Gong Muyu stared intently at Yan Zhao’s slightly parted lips, feeling her mouth dry as dust. Only Yan Zhao’s lips could soothe her.

The surrounding noise persisted. Gong Muyu, her fingers trembling slightly, gazed at Yan Zhao for a long moment before burying her face in her arms, desperately trying to calm her pounding heart.

“General Manager Mu, are you tired?”

After an indeterminate amount of time, Dong Wan’s voice sounded in her ear. Gong Muyu quickly lifted her head from her arms, her face flushed, and looked at her.

“Mm, I am a bit tired,” Gong Muyu replied, glancing at her wristwatch. She realized it was already nearly ten o’clock.

Seeing the others still full of energy, the clacking of mahjong tiles echoing from the private room, Gong Muyu stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked toward the private room.

After taking a few steps, she glanced back at Yan Zhao, still sound asleep on the sofa, and then at Dong Wan, who was sipping her drink. She hesitated, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

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