Disobedience To Control chapter 28

I Like You So Much

Song Siheng looked at his face and suddenly smiled, “Why were you secretly crying?”

Yang Xiaobei was taken aback and retorted, “I was not crying.”

Song Siheng saw that he was still stubborn, “Fine, you were not crying. It’s the dog crying. I wiped the dog’s tears.”

With that, Song Siheng turned his back, rearranged the blanket, and the two-meter-wide bed was once again divided into two one-meter territories.

The curtains swayed slightly, and the night was as dark as ink.

Just before sinking into sleep, Song Siheng felt someone slowly approaching from behind, the warm chest coming closer, almost touching, unsure if it was reality or a dream.

The sunrise arrived precisely six hours later.

That day was Saturday, but Song Siheng still had to go to the company. Mainly because there were two important meetings: one was to finalize the overseas company’s affairs from last time, requiring a kickoff meeting with various branches and expatriate employees; the second was an online video conference to further the cooperation with the medical technology company in the northern city.

If it was just an internal meeting, Song Siheng wouldn’t care about his attire, but this time it involved an external online meeting. After some thought, he decided to wear a suit.

There weren’t many clothes in his wardrobe at the suburban villa. There were only two or three sets in the master bedroom closet, which he had left behind when he flew back from abroad.

“Do you know how to iron a suit?” When Song Siheng got up, Yang Xiaobei was still under the covers, not saying a word, with only two strands of hair standing up.

“Hmm?” Only then did he poke his head out, shaking his head drowsily, “No.”

“If you don’t know, learn.” Song Siheng pulled out a suit wrapped in a dust proof bag from the closet and threw it onto him, “I’m leaving in half an hour.”

“Hey!” Yang Xiaobei shouted at his back, “Do you really think I’m your maid?”

Twenty minutes later, Song Siheng finished washing up and came out of the bathroom. Yang Xiaobei was already waiting for him downstairs.

He was warming milk in the kitchen, and the suit had been ironed and placed neatly on the back of the sofa.

“I thought you said you didn’t know how?” Song Siheng approached and saw that the suit had been ironed perfectly.

“I’m not stupid.” Yang Xiaobei put the hot milk on the table with a bang, splashing a few drops onto the tabletop.

Song Siheng, unusually not angry, picked up the hot milk and took a few sips.

Leaning against the kitchen door, Yang Xiaobei looked at him. “You’re being served so well. Is there a bonus?”

Seeing him still wearing the watch on his wrist, Song Siheng frowned. “Yang Xiaobei, you’re insatiable. Is this ten thousand yuan so important to you?”

Yang Xiaobei shrugged, “Money is important.”

Song Siheng sneered, remembering the idiot who cried in his sleep last night, it seemed that he was clearly a different person from this money-grubber in front of him.

“You’ll make more money in the future. Are you so eager for it now?” Song Siheng pried open his hand.

Yang Xiaobei didn’t get annoyed. “Boss Song, reality isn’t like a CEO novel, and you can’t support me forever. But with the money you give me for a month, I can work for a whole year. Of course, I can earn a little more.”

Seeing him confidently speaking, Song Siheng grabbed his collar. “You like money so much. If someone offered you more money, would you go?”

Yang Xiaobei was stunned, seemingly assessing Song Siheng’s expression.

About half a minute later, Yang Xiaobei smiled. This person changed his face faster than turning pages of a book. He took a step back, then picked up the navy blue satin tie lying next to the sofa, and hooked it around Song Siheng’s neck with a flick of his wrist. The satin material overlapped, forming a loose loop, and then he pulled it out from underneath, tying a neat knot.

Song Siheng lowered his head and saw his soft hair.

“How could that be? I like you so much.”

Yang Xiaobei’s voice reached him, like feathers tickling his skin.

The tone was sincere, if it wasn’t spoken from this mouth, Song Siheng was afraid he would have taken it seriously.

When Song Siheng arrived at the company, all the executives were already waiting for him in the conference room.

Song Siheng first went to his office, where Li Ke stood at the door, holding a cup of hot coffee for him, “I haven’t seen you wear this suit much?”

Taking the coffee, Song Siheng placed it on the table, “Oh, I came from the suburban villa.”

Li Ke nodded, “I see.”

“Did you move there? Do you need to hire a housekeeper to clean and do laundry regularly?” Li Ke suddenly turned back and asked.

“Let it go, no need. I won’t stay for long.” Song Siheng refused.

Having one Yang Xiaobei at home was already annoying enough.

Both meetings went relatively smoothly. When the video conference signal was cut off, Song Siheng leaned back with relief, loosened his tie, and sighed.

The feedback from the medical technology company in the northern city was relatively positive, and they expressed satisfaction with the conditions offered by their side. What Song Siheng needed to do was to finalize the date for the trip to the northern city as soon as possible, sign the contract, and seal the deal.

“Arrange with his secretary for a specific time, and we’ll go as soon as possible. Even if we can’t sign on the spot, we need to give them a sense of urgency.” Song Siheng instructed Li Ke.

“Also, the specific price we discussed today and the details of the negotiation, don’t disclose it to anyone for now.” After finishing his sentence, Song Siheng turned back and reminded, “Including the executives of each department.”

“I understand.” Li Ke nodded.

This cooperation project was a piece of sweet cake, and there was no telling how many people were secretly eyeing it. It’s always better to be careful.

Li Ke followed behind Song Siheng, checking the schedule on his tablet, and quickly walked to Song Siheng’s side, “I’ve looked at it. Next week’s workdays are quite busy. In addition to the internal R&D meeting, we’re hosting an industry salon in the showroom on Thursday, and you’ll need to give a simple speech then.”

Song Siheng nodded, then remembered something, “By the way, I’ll give you a number, contact her. Invite their students to come to the salon.”

“Them?” Li Ke glanced at the number Song Siheng gave him, which had two lines written on it.

Miss Yu, Jiangcheng Medical College.

“Song Qin’s blind date, she’s a teacher at the medical college, said she wants to bring her students to visit,” Song Siheng said, then turned and left.

Li Ke stood in place, not moving for about two minutes.

In the evening, Song Siheng returned to the suburban villa with his laptop. The car parked in the parking space next to the garden, and as he glanced up, he saw the lights on in the living room. There was a figure moving on the sofa, and Yang Xiaobei was probably watching some soap opera again.

Song Siheng entered the password and unlocked the door.

Yang Xiaobei heard the sound and immediately sprang up from the sofa. “Done with work?”

Taking off his coat and hanging it in the closet, Song Siheng looked at the person standing in front of him and felt somewhat uncomfortable. It felt like the attitude of a wife waiting for her husband to come home from work.

“You’ve been at home all day?” Song Siheng asked.

“Yeah, I exercised in the morning. Watched a movie in the afternoon, took a couple of walks outside, then came back and took a nap.” Yang Xiaobei recounted his day like a running stream.

Song Siheng didn’t know what else to say, so he just gave an instruction and headed upstairs, “Order whatever you want to eat, I’m not hungry.”

The study door closed behind him, and Song Siheng sat alone inside. As he looked up, he noticed a shallow purple daisy and a vase that seemed to have been brought from somewhere.

He placed his briefcase on the corner of the desk. Then he opened his laptop, and just as he received the meeting minutes that Li Ke had sent, his mailbox pinged.

After replying to the email, there was a knock on the study door.

“What’s up?” he looked up.

With a click, the door opened, and Yang Xiaobei peeked in with a familiar booklet in hand.”What kind of problems do you have this time?” Song Siheng sighed.

“It’s still math problems,” Yang Xiaobei smiled.

Song Siheng skillfully took the booklet and looked up at him. “Did you buy flowers?”

“Where could I?” Yang Xiaobei said proudly. “There’s a wild grassland to the south. I went there in the afternoon to pick them. What other flowers do you like? I’ll go and find out tomorrow.”

Sure enough, he was as economical as ever.

This time, the questions were slightly more difficult than last time, but for Song Siheng, it was just a matter of a few extra minutes.

Song Siheng calculated on the paper, and in the spacious study with only one chair he was sitting on, Yang Xiaobei seemed relaxed, finding a spot to sit down.

“Your study is really big, even bigger than the bedroom.”

“Do you like it? You can sleep here at night.”

“Don’t, I was just kidding,” Yang Xiaobei rolled over, straightened his legs, and stretched.

Seeing him contort himself into a strange position, Song Siheng didn’t bother to respond.

There were only two questions left on the paper, but Yang Xiaobei suddenly walked behind him, seemingly inspecting something.

“Actually, your physique is more suitable for swimming than mine.”

“What?” Song Siheng turned to look at him.

The study faced northwest, and outside the window, a full moon hung over Yang Xiaobei’s head. Bathed in moonlight, Yang Xiaobei’s features softened ambiguously.

“I mean it,” Yang Xiaobei said.

Song Siheng stopped writing and turned his chair to face him. “Explain.”

Yang Xiaobei suddenly squatted down, facing Song Siheng, with his hands on the armrests of his chair.

“Swimming requires a longer waist, so the waist and abdomen can exert force better.” With that, he slid his fingers under Song Siheng’s shirt hem and squeezed, “Your waist is just right.”

The gesture was ambiguous, the tone playful. But Song Siheng grabbed his hand. “Are we done with the questions?”

Yang Xiaobei squatted on the ground, looked up into his eyes, and said, “We can do them tomorrow. We can do something else now.”

“Are you looking for another bonus? You’re unusually attentive today,” Song Siheng pierced through his plan.

Yang Xiaobei shrugged. He lowered his arms. “Although I also love money, am I so materialistic?”

“Yang Xiaobei,” Song Siheng interrupted him.

“Hmm?” Yang Xiaobei stopped his movements.

“Why were you so afraid when I drowned last time?” Song Siheng asked directly.

“Was I?”

“You were.” Song Siheng pried open his fingers. “Has someone drowned in front of you before?”

Avoiding his gaze, Yang Xiaobei hesitated for two seconds before answering, “Just a teammate, nothing more.”

“A teammate? Really?”

“Really.” Yang Xiaobei nodded.