Chapter 10: Absolutely Not, Absolutely Not
When Song Mingzhi arrived to pick them up, Dong Ling stared at her face for a long time.
“You’re not my brother, who are you?”
Dong Ling mumbled, she wouldn’t go with a stranger.
“I’m Song Mingzhi.”
Song Mingzhi let Dong Ling touch her face, looked at the three drunken girls sprawled out, and kindly asked the waiter who came in with her to cover them with the blankets placed aside.
“Song Mingzhi?”
Dong Ling was a little puzzled, trying hard to recall who this was, then remembered, and giggled.
“I know… you have a really slender waist.”
Song Mingzhi raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
021: […]
[Girl, do you know what you’re saying?! Girl, wake up!]
“So noisy…”
Dong Ling shook her head, trying to get rid of the annoying voice.
Song Mingzhi looked at the silent room and thought Dong Ling was really drunk.
She helped Dong Ling up and planned to take her back to the Qingbai Road house.
Dong Ling felt the car moving and asked Song Mingzhi in a panic: “What time is it?”
“11:20.”
“No! I can’t go home, I don’t want to go home!”
Dong Ling’s eyes widened, and she was in a dilemma.
Going back at this hour would definitely result in a lecture from her parents. It was better to not go home and say she was staying at a friend’s place. Going back would be getting caught red-handed, no, absolutely not.
Dong Ling expressed great resistance to going home. In front of the Qingbai Road house, when Song Mingzhi was about to help her out of the car, she clung to the car door, refusing to let go.
“Sister, I don’t want to go home, don’t take me back, okay? Can I sleep at your place?”
Dong Ling’s hair was a little messy from her movements, the black strands against her fair neck creating a vivid, warm-toned picture under the dim yellow streetlights.
Her face was beautiful and inherently aloof, but that sharpness was melted away by her expression, like a chocolate with a creamy center exposed after being bitten, delicate and soft, making one’s tongue tingle with sweetness.
021 closed its eyes in frustration. This wasn’t the tough guy style their domineering CEO clan should have! At this time, she should have grabbed the other party’s chin and said seductively, “Why don’t we sleep together?”
Looking at the girl acting like a spoiled child, Song Mingzhi felt a headache.
She was about to ring the doorbell and ask the people inside to help the newly appointed boss inside, but as she took a step, her clothes were grabbed.
“Sister…”
Dong Ling tugged at Song Mingzhi’s clothes, her hazy eyes full of pleading.
Song Mingzhi felt an itch in her heart from being called “sister,” like tiny vines climbing out of her heart, a slight tingling sensation as they sprouted and broke through the soil.
“Get in the car.”
Song Mingzhi flicked the girl’s forehead. She really couldn’t do anything about her. Who made her the boss, and herself the employee?
The moonlight faded, and the sun rose.
Dong Ling woke up with the pain of a hangover, pressing her temples, her head feeling like it was about to split open.
It took her half a minute to notice the unfamiliar surroundings. It was a simply furnished guest room, but she didn’t remember being here.
She lifted the quilt, saw the wrinkled clothes she had worn yesterday, and the smell of alcohol emanating from her body made her cringe.
021’s voice suddenly sounded: [Girl, you’re finally awake.]
Dong Ling didn’t open the door, and asked 021 strangely: [Where am I?]
021: [Song Mingzhi’s house.]
???!!!
Dong Ling was shocked: [How did I get here?]
021: [Good question. You called her yourself, mistook her for your brother, and insisted she take you home. She took you back to the Qingbai Road house, you clung to the car door and refused to get out, saying you’d be scolded, and then you went home with her.]
With 021’s description, Dong Ling vaguely remembered, and felt a wave of guilt and helplessness.
People get drunk, it happens.
Dong Ling was concerned about other things: [And then? I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t have, right? I didn’t make a drunken scene, right?]
021: [No, you passed out like a log as soon as you came in. She put you on the bed, covered you with a quilt, and you slept until now.]
As for praising her slender waist and hugging her saying “Sister, you’re so nice,” those were things that happened before, not after the host asked, so there was no need to mention them.
Dong Ling breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she didn’t embarrass herself. As someone who had been experiencing social death every day since meeting the system, she wanted to avoid embarrassing situations as much as possible, because she couldn’t just move to another planet.
Dong Ling walked to the door, feeling something poking her as she walked. She reached into her pocket, and a few seconds later, stared blankly at the bank cards in her hand.
Dong Ling’s eyes widened and she asked: [021, did I rob someone while drunk?]
Where did these bank cards come from?! She didn’t recognize them at all!
021 succinctly summarized: [Dong Nuo’s, she gave them to you.]
Dong Ling pondered but couldn’t remember, wondering if she was a genius at attracting investment, able to get things done even when drunk?
She didn’t think too much about it. They were bank cards from an acquaintance, she could ask about it later.
Dong Ling opened the guest room door and saw Song Mingzhi sitting in the living room reading.
“There are toiletries and fresh clothes in the bathroom.”
Song Mingzhi pointed in the direction of the bathroom, addressing Dong Ling’s most urgent need.
Dong Ling nodded gratefully and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Dong Ling also noticed that the underwear was a sports bra, so she didn’t have to worry about the cup size not matching. Song Mingzhi was truly an angel, so thoughtful.
After washing up, Dong Ling dried her hair in the bathroom before coming out. Song Mingzhi was still reading, her posture unchanged.
She caught a few words of the book title, it seemed to be related to acting. She inwardly marveled at Song Mingzhi’s diligence while saying: “Miss Song, thank you for yesterday.”
She also wanted to call her “Mingzhi.” “Miss Song” felt too formal, but “Mingzhi” felt too intimate.
“You’re welcome, I’m happy to serve my boss.”
Song Mingzhi said with a smile. Coming from her, it didn’t sound overly respectful or fawning, but rather witty and lighthearted.
Song Mingzhi also briefly thought to herself that compared to “Miss Song,” yesterday’s “Sister” sounded much more pleasant.
“I didn’t make a fool of myself yesterday, did I?”
Dong Ling asked with some trepidation in her eyes, a hint of embarrassed uncertainty.
She originally didn’t remember, but 021 reminded her of what she had done yesterday. However, she still had to pretend not to remember in front of Song Mingzhi.
If she didn’t remember, it wouldn’t be embarrassing. If she wasn’t embarrassed, then the other person would be!
The smile in Song Mingzhi’s eyes deepened, and she said: “You handle your alcohol very well.”
Dong Ling somehow sensed a deeper meaning in her eyes, but it vanished when she tried to discern it.
Song Mingzhi kept Dong Ling for lunch. During this time, Dong Ling also took the opportunity to look around Song Mingzhi’s house. One of the two things she had in mind yesterday was accomplished. When leaving Song Mingzhi’s house, Dong Ling seized the opportunity to bring up the other thing.
“Calling you Miss Song seems a bit formal. We have a good working relationship, and we can be considered friends. Can I call you Mingzhi in the future? You can call me Ling Ling, that’s what my friends call me.”
Dong Ling sincerely offered the exchange of intimate address, looking at Song Mingzhi’s eyelashes.
“Of course.”
Song Mingzhi readily agreed, thinking casually that “Sister” still sounded better.
Dong Ling received affirmation, felt their relationship had taken a step forward, and left excitedly.
After leaving the residential area, Dong Ling realized she had forgotten to take her dirty clothes, which were still at Song Mingzhi’s house.
But she didn’t mind, it was just dirty clothes, Song Mingzhi could just dispose of them.
Thinking of the task of investing in and producing a movie, which had no time limit, she began another day of hard work to support her woman.
On the other side, Song Mingzhi also began her punctual acting training.
“You’re very talented and learn very quickly. I can say you’re better than many students who have majored in acting. Coupled with your appearance, it’s certain you’ll achieve something in this industry.” The nearly sixty-year-old veteran artist looked at Song Mingzhi’s outstanding appearance and sighed softly, “But you have a fatal flaw, which makes your performance like that of a delicate puppet, lifeless.”
“You’re too rational, you don’t inject passionate emotion, this is destined to make you miss the soul of art. How can you do something well if you’re not interested in it?”
The teacher finished today’s lesson, left these thought-provoking words, and left.
Song Mingzhi carefully pondered these words, thinking about the word “interest.”
She had been suppressing herself for so long to achieve her goals that she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she felt “passion” or “interest.”
Song Mingzhi’s thoughts paused. No, it wasn’t entirely true.
For example, she was very interested in teasing a certain girl who called her “sister” when drunk, and derived a strange pleasure from it.
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