The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Did Miss Song Never Suspect? (6…

“Sister Wan, Sister Wan…” Cheng Cheng whispered a few times near her ear.

The drowsy person lifted her eye mask, revealing sleep-heavy eyes. Her voice was still blurred with sleep: “Are we there?”

“We’re here.” Cheng Cheng took the eye mask, handing her a baseball cap and a face mask. “Didn’t you rest well last night? Should I order you a coffee later?”

“Order an iced Americano.” Song Xiangwan tidied her hair, looking into her phone camera. She looked around. There was a slight puffiness.

She went to bed too late last night and woke up before seven this morning, only managing five hours of sleep. She felt like she was floating from exhaustion.

Her phone buzzed. It was Ming Jin calling. Song Xiangwan’s eyes curved in a smile. She happily answered: “Ah Jin~”

Her voice sounded like it was coated in a few pounds of honey. Cheng Cheng looked at her in surprise, suppressing a laugh. People in love really couldn’t hide it.

“I wish I hadn’t clung to you last night. You must not have slept well this morning and were woken up by me so early,” Song Xiangwan said with some regret.

Ming Jin was a light sleeper. She was woken up by her before seven this morning. Although she could go back to sleep later, it would definitely strain her health.

“Oh, I see…” Song Xiangwan nodded seriously, looking completely obedient, though the person on the other end said something unknown.

“Then remember to eat breakfast properly. Sister Qiu is at home, and you don’t need to worry about me here.”

“Bye-bye~” She even blew a kiss into the air.

Cheng Cheng: “…” She wasn’t avoiding anyone at all.

Song Xiangwan put on her mask while instructing Cheng Cheng: “Order a hot coffee.”

Cheng Cheng looked as if she misheard: “Sister Wan, Americano… you want it hot?”

Seriously, what’s the difference between a hot Americano and traditional Chinese medicine?

“Yes, hot.” Song Xiangwan stepped out of the car.

Cheng Cheng quickly followed, carrying the bags. Forget it. Hot it is. The boss is always right, and this boss isn’t Song Xiangwan, but Ming Jin.

Even a demanding person like Song Xiangwan ultimately listened to Ming Jin.

Ming Jin hung up the phone and placed it back by her pillow. She pinched her brow before propping herself up on the bed.

Thankfully, she’s obedient now.

She drank and vomited like that yesterday, yet today she was already craving an iced Americano. She really didn’t care about her stomach.

Today was the costume fitting for Wild Rose. The movie tells the story of a girl from a poor mountain region chasing her dream of dance, set in the late 20th century.

The overall styling was simple. The first outfit was everyday wear in the mountain area: a white shirt with small floral prints, and her hair simply tied into a braid.

Cheng Cheng handed her the hot Americano, watching Song Xiangwan take a sip without changing her expression: “Actually, ordering it iced wouldn’t have mattered. I’m not CEO Ming’s spy…”

“Even if I ordered it, she wouldn’t know,” Cheng Cheng mumbled softly.

“True.” The hot Americano in Song Xiangwan’s mouth was hard to swallow. It was too bitter, more bitter than Coptis.

But after a moment’s thought, she surrendered: “Forget it, I’ll make do…”

She wasn’t sure if Ming Jin knew, but things had been strangely ominous recently. Whatever she did, Ming Jin seemed to be aware of it. She decided not to cross the line.

The fill light shone on her. Song Xiangwan carried a worn-out bamboo basket. A wind machine blew the wisps of hair by her temples. In the camera, she looked young and clean, with a gentle, pure smile. One hand rested on her braid. She looked back, her eyes as clear as a fawn’s.

Her skin was in excellent condition, and she radiated vitality, making her perfectly believable as an 18 or 19-year-old.

Of course, a younger age would be less convincing. The heroine of the show is named Li Fangfei, and another young actress was playing the childhood version today, not taking photos with her.

The photography negatives hadn’t been retouched, but they already looked beautiful—a naturally bright and clear smile. The lighting was precise, creating a pure and clean atmosphere.

Song Xiangwan took a picture with her phone: “I can take a photo, right?”

“No problem, no problem, as long as it’s not leaked,” the director was easy to talk to.

Or rather, the whole crew was easy to talk to. Since the film was sponsored by the Ming Group, everyone probably knew who the real power was.

“I definitely won’t leak it.” Song Xiangwan was just brimming with the desire to share it with Ming Jin.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: Beautiful.

Song Xiangwan: Beautiful?

Song Xiangwan: I think it looks a bit country bumpkin.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: Beautiful.

The next set was a practice outfit. Song Xiangwan went into the changing room with the clothes. She looked down and unbuttoned her shirt. She undid two buttons, then suddenly thought of something.

She pulled down the collar of the shirt in front of the phone’s camera. Her braid was loose. She took off a corsage, lightly holding it with her lips.

She looked down slightly at the camera, then lifted her eyelashes, her eyes full of smiles. Her collar was disheveled. The petals at her lips trembled slightly. The vibrant red petals made her skin look pale.

It was a clear and clean makeup look, but photographed like this, it exuded a strong sense of desire.

Song Xiangwan took several selfies, then chose the best one and sent it to Ming Jin.

Song Xiangwan: Is this one more beautiful?

The other side seemed silent for a moment.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: Beautiful.

Song Xiangwan: No sincerity.

Song Xiangwan: Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. I’m going to change for the next set.

Song Xiangwan: You need to be good. Pay attention to rest while working. Balance work and life.

On the other side of the phone screen, long fingers pressed on the screen, zooming in on the photo. The slender neck, the skin of her chest vaguely exposed, instantly appeared before her.

Ming Jin’s eyes darkened. She stared at the bright image for a long time, then long-pressed and saved it.

For the rest of the shoot, Song Xiangwan didn’t cause any more trouble. There were four outfits in total. Since it was a period drama, there were no overly complicated head ornaments or hairstyles. The shoot was finished in about four hours, just in time for lunch.

Song Xiangwan was done, but the crew wasn’t, as the next actor to be photographed had arrived: Zhou Xintong.

Because of Song Xiangwan and Zhou Xintong’s friendship from Dancing Convention, the young girl’s popularity had recently increased significantly.

The crew also wanted to capitalize on their friendship heat, so they cast Zhou Xintong as the heroine’s best friend—essentially the female third lead.

Zhou Xintong arrived early and sat by the side of the set, playing with her phone after watching for a while.

Song Xiangwan finished and walked behind her. Zhou Xintong didn’t seem to realize she was there, smiling knowingly at the screen.

“What are you looking at?” Song Xiangwan didn’t intentionally look, but even from a distance, she could see the screen was full of text.

“Nothing… nothing much…” Zhou Xintong looked guilty. She blinked and whispered, “Fanfiction.”

“Yours and Roommate Sister’s.” Zhou Xintong smiled slyly. “It’s so good. Should I share the link with you?”

Song Xiangwan: “…” Everyone around her must have been corrupted.

“It’s not just yours and Roommate Sister’s. Some people write fanfiction about the two of us too,” Zhou Xintong complained slightly. “It’s just…”

“It’s just…” She hesitated, lowering her voice and whispering, “Will CEO Ming tear me apart if she sees this?”

“About that,” Song Xiangwan pretended to ponder, reaching out and poking her forehead. “Torn apart? No. But… blacklisted…”

“Don’t, Sister Wan! I was wrong, I was really wrong!”

“I’ve worked so hard to get here. I’m finally about to make it,” Zhou Xintong looked at Song Xiangwan pitifully.

“Okay, go take your photos. I need to leave.” Song Xiangwan smiled as she walked past her, lightly patting her shoulder. “Send me the link.”

She had seen comments about fanfiction before and was curious about what it was.

It was just lunchtime, so Song Xiangwan headed straight for the Ming Group, planning to grab a meal and check whether Ming Jin was eating and resting properly.

Upon arrival, as expected, Ming Jin wasn’t listening. Her meeting hadn’t ended yet.

She found the conference room, listened at the door for two minutes, felt the atmosphere inside was too stifling, and sneaked back.

She leaned on the sofa and read the fanfiction for ten minutes, blushing furiously…

No wonder this kind of stuff required jumping through several links, eventually leading to foreign English websites.

Too… direct… They played so many games…

Soaked with juice, leaping into sight. Song Xiangwan instantly hit the power button on her phone, staring at her own flushed face reflected in the black screen.

Just then, the door clicked open. The person outside came in: “Why haven’t you eaten yet?”

Ming Jin’s wheelchair stopped in front of Song Xiangwan. Seeing the color on her face, she frowned and reached out to check her forehead: “Do you have a fever?”

“No.” Song Xiangwan quickly backed away, her heart pounding.

This wretched story made her feel like she needed to change her underwear. Ming Jin’s touch now felt like sheer teasing, filling her head with images from the story…

Ming Jin’s hand reached toward Song Xiangwan’s phone.

Song Xiangwan’s eyes narrowed. Quicker than a blink, she snatched her phone back. Her voice was unnatural: “Cough, I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

“Hungry?” Ming Jin opened her hand in front of Song Xiangwan. “Give it to me.”

“Are you going to check my phone?” Song Xiangwan’s phoenix eyes flared. She would defend her phone to the death.

“Can’t I?” Song Xiangwan had never seen anyone be so self-righteous.

“Fine, fine…” Seeing no escape, Song Xiangwan quickly lit up the screen, then, at the fastest possible speed, exited the browser.

Then, she watched helplessly as Ming Jin swiped up and revealed all the background apps.

Song Xiangwan: “…” Her toes curled in embarrassment.

But Ming Jin didn’t look at the browser. She found the photo album, clicked in, selected the selfies Song Xiangwan took today, sent them to her own account.

Then, she deleted them.

She deleted the photos from Song Xiangwan’s gallery and also deleted the images from Song Xiangwan’s chat history.

Then she checked the cloud and deleted the synced photos there too.

Handing the phone back, Ming Jin said, “Only I have this set of photos now.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” Yes, only she has them. Now the owner of the photos doesn’t even have them.

However, I dodged a bullet… Ming Jin didn’t check the browser. My last bit of dignity is safe.

Then she heard Ming Jin’s voice: “If you’re hungry, you can tell me. You don’t need to read that trashy literature. If you want to play any games, we can…”

“Mmm…” Ming Jin’s mouth was covered.

Song Xiangwan looked at her with bright red phoenix eyes, like a steamed crab, blushing from her face all the way down her neck: “Please, stop talking.”

“I was wrong. I won’t read it again.” Song Xiangwan cautiously glanced at the office door, wondering if anyone was passing by and listening.

A soft laugh. Ming Jin’s laugh, muffled by the hand over her mouth, was clear, and she was indeed smiling, her eyes unable to hide her amusement.

Song Xiangwan felt uneasy even while eating. She kept feeling Ming Jin’s eyes staring at her, making her feel utterly hot.

She picked up a slice of bitter melon and put it into Ming Jin’s mouth: “Eat properly.”

Ming Jin looked somewhat innocent: “I am eating properly.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” Meaning she was being paranoid?

After finishing eating, she went into the rest room and closed the door with a thud. The force of the door closing revealed her exasperation.

Song Xiangwan lay on the bed, rolled over, and angrily kneaded the pillow in her arms. Then her phone chimed.

New message.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: In the closet, the bottom-left drawer, there are new underwear.

Song Xiangwan: “…” Bad woman! Absolutely a bad woman! She furiously kneaded the pillow to vent her anger.

When Ming Jin finished arranging her work and returned to the rest room, she heard the sound of running water inside. Song Xiangwan was taking a shower.

She pushed open the bathroom door. The person inside jumped up like a startled rabbit, barely covering her key areas with her arms: “What are you doing?”

“Seeing if you’re hungry,” Ming Jin said flatly, her gaze fixed on Song Xiangwan’s body.

Separated by the layer of foggy glass, Song Xiangwan felt absolutely no sense of security. That scorching gaze scrutinized her inch by inch, making her feel hot all over.

She really did feel hungry being watched like that…

Song Xiangwan turned her back, pressing her teeth against her lower lip. She raised her voice: “Had enough? Get out if you’ve had enough…”

The exasperated cat. Ming Jin’s eyes couldn’t help but hold a faint smile. She eventually backed out and closed the door.

Song Xiangwan took a deep breath, looking at the misty water. She felt completely defeated. No, Song Xiangwan couldn’t lose completely.

The bathroom door opened. The person inside walked out softly, like an agile cat. She hopped onto the bed and immediately embraced Ming Jin.

Her long arms wrapped around Ming Jin’s waist, and her legs also draped over her. Steaming with moisture, she rubbed against Ming Jin.

She was only wearing a white shirt—Ming Jin’s.

Her long legs were fully visible, and the shirt buttons weren’t even properly fastened. It was loose and exposed her pink skin.

“Wanwan…” Ming Jin was somewhat helpless. Just as she lifted her hand, Song Xiangwan reached out and pressed it down.

Song Xiangwan’s eyes were burning. She stared angrily at Ming Jin: “Punishment for your poor behavior just now. You are not allowed to touch me with your hands.”

“Then why are you dressed like that…” Ming Jin’s tone carried a hint of helpless indulgence.

“What I wear is my freedom of dress. You can’t force me. You can’t touch me. Hmph.” Song Xiangwan raised her eyebrows haughtily. “This is punishment.”

“Really?” Ming Jin turned her gaze, looking at her intense eyes. A corner of her lip lifted: “Alright, alright. Punishment.”

Ming Jin closed her eyes and whispered, “Take a nap. You didn’t sleep well last night. Sleep early. You can get an hour of rest.”

After saying that, she genuinely stopped talking, didn’t pester her, just closed her eyes and slept.

Song Xiangwan’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. She was dressed like this, and Ming Jin just closed her eyes and slept! Seriously…

“You don’t like me anymore.” The cat sounded wronged.

Ming Jin pulled her hand out and placed it on Song Xiangwan’s waist, gently rubbing the smooth fabric of the white shirt. Then, her hand slid down, lightly patting the soft curve of her hip.

“I like you. I like you.” Ming Jin’s eyes couldn’t hide her smile. “I like you the most. That’s a very strict punishment. How should I coax you?”

She was being teased like a cat.

Song Xiangwan was relentless. She leaned over and bit Ming Jin’s lips. Not satisfied, she leaned onto Ming Jin’s neck and bit her there too.

She rubbed the faint red bite mark with her hand, saying haughtily, “This is only because you have a meeting this afternoon. Otherwise, I would bite you so you couldn’t be seen.”

“Thank you, Wanwan, for sparing my life.” Ming Jin caught her wrist, brought it to her lips, and kissed her fingertips. “Is there anything else? Name it.”

“I want to take my mom and Teacher Zhou shopping this afternoon,” Song Xiangwan’s eyes darted. She sat up, looking down at Ming Jin. “All expenses, use your card.”

“Good, good. Swipe away.” Ming Jin reached out and gently pinched Song Xiangwan’s chin. “You can buy the entire mall if you want. Swipe whatever you like.”

“That’s more like it.” Song Xiangwan happily hugged her, rubbing her shoulder.

She hadn’t slept much last night, and after all this commotion, she was genuinely tired. Leaning against Ming Jin, she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, the space beside her was empty. When she reached out, it was already cool. It was 3 p.m. Ming Jin had long since gone to work.

Song Xiangwan changed out of the white shirt, tidied her hair, and left the room.

The secretary from the secretarial office was waiting at the door. When she came out, she immediately greeted her: “Miss Song.”

“This is CEO Ming’s card. The password is your birthday. She said if you plan to buy the mall, the supplementary card limit might not be enough, so this is the main card.”

Song Xiangwan: “…” She wasn’t actually going to buy a mall; she just said it.

However, did Ming Jin mean that even buying a mall wouldn’t matter?

How can this person be such a terrible monarch?

Song Xiuyun and Zhou Ying had been in Haicheng for a while. Song Xiangwan told them they could go shopping and buy clothes and jewelry, but they were always reluctant.

This time, Song Xiangwan was free and planned to personally take them to the mall to buy a few outfits.

She also brought Cheng Cheng to carry bags and to buy a few things for her too.

Cheng Cheng’s eyes lit up when she heard the news: “Really? Sister Wan, you’re buying me clothes?”

“Pick anything, choose anything,” Song Xiangwan waved her hand grandly. The monarch’s card was in her hand, and she wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

Song Xiangwan sat on the sofa, watching the sales assistant push racks of clothes in front of her, then lift them up for her to see.

“This one, this one… and this one…” Song Xiangwan selected several items and said to Song Xiuyun, “Mom, try them all. I think they all look good.”

“These…” The first thing Song Xiuyun did when she took the clothes was glance at the price tag.

She had bought a few items before for Li Yuwan’s birthday party and felt the pinch then, but this single item was more expensive than all of those combined.

“Just try them. It’s Wanwan’s intention,” Teacher Zhou smiled, handing the clothes to her. “It’s your good fortune.”

Song Xiuyun followed the sales assistant into the fitting room. Song Xiangwan continued to browse: “This, this, and this…”

She looked at Zhou Ying: “Teacher Zhou, you try some too.”

“Me?” Zhou Ying was stunned. “These are too expensive.”

“Go on, go on. It’s my filial piety. I’ll be sad if you don’t try them,” Song Xiangwan pushed her into the fitting room.

The elders were just reluctant. Song Xiangwan had already avoided taking them to the most expensive stores, yet they were still so hesitant.

They tried on a few things, saying they weren’t pretty or that they didn’t like them, yet they couldn’t put them down, constantly finding fault.

Song Xiangwan didn’t argue with them. She waved her hand: “I’ll take everything they tried on. Check out.”

She took out the card, but the sales assistant didn’t take it. She said slowly, “Ma’am, the clothes they tried on have already been paid for.”

“Paid for?” Song Xiangwan frowned, looking in the direction the sales assistant indicated.

The person was sitting on a sofa in the corner, flipping through one of the store’s fashion magazines. Her long legs were casually crossed. She wore red-soled heels and black straight-leg trousers.

Song Xiangwan walked over. The person heard her footsteps, put down the magazine, and looked up, adjusting the frameless glasses on her nose: “Miss Song, is that right?”

Song Xiangwan certainly remembered her. The woman who guided her at the Haicheng Economic Summit venue and looked at her like she was a dog.

“Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Shan, Lin Rong’s mother.” She stood up and extended her hand.

“Refund the payment made by this lady,” Song Xiangwan put her card into the sales assistant’s hand. “Check out again.”

“It’s only a few pieces of clothing, Miss Song. There’s no need to be so formal,” Lin Shan said flatly.

“I don’t accept gifts for no reason, CEO Lin. We are hardly friends,” Song Xiangwan’s tone was not friendly.

“Wanwan, who is this?” Song Xiuyun walked over, asking gently.

“You must be Xiangwan’s mother. I am Xiangwan’s friend. I have something to discuss with Xiangwan. I will arrange a car to send you all back first,” Lin Shan said.

“I didn’t agree…” Song Xiangwan didn’t want any contact with her.

“Xiangwan, there’s no need to involve the elders in matters like this,” Lin Shan’s tone was gentle, as if she were truly a friend.

It was true. Involving Song Xiuyun and Zhou Ying wouldn’t benefit them, only cause them worry.

But she didn’t need this woman to send them. Song Xiangwan raised her hand and called Cheng Cheng over: “Cheng Cheng, take my mother and Teacher Zhou back first.”

“Oh, okay.” Cheng Cheng nodded, not asking any questions, and left with the two elders.

Lin Shan’s scrutinizing gaze landed on Song Xiangwan. She said softly, “Miss Song, perhaps we should move somewhere else.”

“No need to move. Right here is fine,” Song Xiangwan sat directly on the sofa.

“Very well.” Lin Shan looked up and instructed the sales assistant: “Close the door. Bring two cups of tea. I’ll cover double the shortfall in today’s sales.”

“Yes.” The sales assistant did not neglect the esteemed guest. She bowed and withdrew.

“CEO Lin, what are you trying to do?” Song Xiangwan lifted her chin, her tone unreserved. “I don’t have Ah Yan’s good temper, taking a slap without fighting back.”

She held grudges. If Lin Shan dared to lay a hand on her, she would immediately strike back, disregarding status or position.

“Miss Song seems to have deep hostility towards me. Relax. We are friends, not enemies.”

Lin Shan slowly said, “I came to find Miss Song today because I just wanted to know details about Rongrong’s life these past two years…”

“What she likes, what she’s done, who she socializes with normally…”

“CEO Lin can ask Dr. Lin herself,” Song Xiangwan frowned at her. “Surely Dr. Lin hasn’t refused to tell you?”

Lin Shan’s fingers holding the teacup paused slightly, but the expression on her face remained unchanged: “Of course not. Rongrong is a good girl; she tells me everything.”

“Then why come and ask me?” Song Xiangwan didn’t believe her for a second.

“I’m not asking for free, of course. I have something to exchange.”

“What does Miss Song want? Money? Resources? Or shares? Just name it.”

“If…” She took a sip of tea and said softly, “If you don’t want any of those, I have something else in my hand.”

“Not interested.” Song Xiangwan refused without hesitation.

“Don’t be so quick to refuse.” Lin Shan looked up at Song Xiangwan, her tone light and calm. “Wouldn’t you like to know about CEO Ming?”

“What do you mean by that?” Song Xiangwan was wary.

“CEO Ming has a comprehensive grasp of your whereabouts. That doesn’t sound like being in love; it sounds like a stalker. Miss Song, did you never suspect why?”