How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 4

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It was noon the next day when Meng Shuyu woke up from his drunkenness.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was dazzled by the light leaking in through the window. She raised a hand to cover her face, wondering why the blackout curtains were not drawn.

The memory slowly came back to me, and besides Chen Xing, a man's face also popped up in my mind.

Meng Shuyu slowly woke up and got goosebumps all over his body.

Help!

Was it God who finally opened his eyes and arranged for her to meet that man by chance, so that she could get drunk and act crazy

I spent the whole day preparing negotiation terms but didn't use a single word. How come it ended up like that...

"Remind your friend that the routine is outdated."

These powerful words continued to play in my ears in 360-degree surround sound all night long.

Meng Shuyu was so suffocated that it was difficult for him to breathe.

If you want to call her a scumbag, just do it directly. Why do you have to mock her for her poor skills in a roundabout way

If she really wanted to trick someone, could she use a trick from the last century like faking a fall

Unfair!

When Dou E heard this, she cried out that it was injustice to her sister!

Meng Shuyu covered his forehead and calmed down for a while.

Forget it, she's just a little handsome. No matter how handsome she is, she's just an ordinary person. What does it matter what he thinks of her

Anyway, the consensus has been reached and we won’t meet again.

As long as we don't meet, we can pretend nothing happened.

The most urgent thing is to get Jian Cheng out and talk things out.

Meng Shuyu leaned over the bedside table and picked up his cell phone.

I opened WeChat and saw the message that Jian Cheng sent me a quarter of an hour ago: Shuyu, I heard from Uncle Meng that you are still sleeping at home. I'll come and pick you up for lunch. Just come downstairs when you wake up.

Meng Shuyu quickly washed, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

As soon as I walked out of the unit door, I saw Jian Cheng’s car, and Jian Cheng, who was resting with his eyes closed in the driver’s seat.

Meng Shuyu walked to the passenger side and was about to raise his hand to knock on the window when he first caught a glimpse of the bouquet of fresh, plump red roses on the seat.

During this period, she and Jian Cheng had given each other many small gifts, but never a rose with such a clear meaning.

She guessed that if there hadn't been a misunderstanding the night before, Jian Cheng might have intended to use that bouquet of flowers to formally confess his love to her.

So what does he mean by adding this new bouquet of flowers today

Meng Shuyu retracted his hand and stepped back, his heel hitting the edge of the steps and he hissed softly.

Jian Cheng opened his eyes when he heard the noise and got out of the car with a smile: "Get in the car, how about going to the Cantonese restaurant you wanted to eat at before?"

Meng Shuyu stood there and pursed his lips, giving up the euphemism: "I'm sorry, Jian Cheng, I can't go to dinner with you."

Jian Cheng paused while pulling the passenger door: "You handed over your work yesterday, and you won't report to Hangzhou until next week. You don't have to work overtime this weekend, right?"

He rarely used a tone that made it hard to refuse. Obviously, he had noticed that something was not right between the two of them recently, and he was anxious to confirm something before she left Nanhuai.

"No, but I can't accept the bouquet of flowers in your car. I didn't think clearly some time ago and delayed you. I'm sorry, Jian Cheng."

Jian Cheng's smile froze on his face.

It was the end of August, the sun was scorching overhead, the cicadas were chirping louder and louder all around, but this shady place seemed to be plunged into dead silence due to the freezing cold.

The cooling of a relationship never comes without warning. In fact, Jian Cheng had been alarmed since Meng Shuyu started to behave unnaturally half a month ago, but he kept pretending not to know and deceiving himself, as if there was room for improvement.

But no matter how well prepared one is mentally, when it really comes to this critical moment, one still feels as if one has fallen into an ice cellar.

After a long while, Jian Cheng finally found his voice: "I just thought that you were going to Hangzhou, so I sent you a bouquet of flowers to celebrate your departure. I didn't mean to urge you to make a decision. If you haven't thought it through yet, you can take your time."

"I've thought about it." Meng Shuyu looked at him and spoke word by word.

"Are you worried about being in a different place?" Jian Cheng rubbed his hands, "I told you before that it's okay. It only takes 40 to 50 minutes by high-speed train from Nanhuai to Hangzhou..."

"No, that's not the reason."

Having said that, if I continue asking questions, it will be difficult for the person answering and awkward for the person listening.

But Jian Cheng seemed to want to make trouble: "Did you... meet someone you like recently?"

"No," Meng Shuyu shook his head in confusion, thinking that she had been too busy with work recently to have time, "Why do you ask?"

"I just asked casually." Jian Cheng's eyes flickered, as if he was embarrassed about saying something wrong, "Since you don't have anyone you like, there's no need to rush to reject me. We can still keep in touch and be friends..."

"If keeping in touch won't change anything, do you still want to remain friends?"

Jian Cheng fell silent.

"Look, you don't need friends, so why do you need to contact them?"

Jian Cheng was speechless. He was silent for a long time and nodded. He asked for something to talk about: "So... what are you going to do for lunch today?"

"I'll take care of it myself, you should go eat."

Sometimes the relationship between people is so wonderful. They say goodbye with a simple word, as if they will see each other again tomorrow, but after turning around, they go their separate ways. Both of them know in their hearts that even if they meet again at the next intersection, time has changed.

Jian Cheng stood there and watched Meng Shuyu go upstairs, his eyes dimming little by little.

Perhaps this result was not foreshadowed half a month ago, but was there from the beginning.

The two met for the first time in June this year. He once asked Meng Shuyu, "You are still young, why did you agree to let your parents come to see me?"

She smiled and replied, if it was someone else, they would have disappeared, because you once gave me a collection of Borges' poems, and I really liked the translation you wrote in the book, so I thought of coming to thank you.

Maybe something you borrowed has to be returned.

Just like he had never given her any collection of poems nine years ago, even though he vaguely claimed the credit nine years later, those poems still did not belong to him.

After solving the last worry before going to Hangzhou, Meng Shuyu felt relieved and went upstairs to cook himself a bowl of noodles.

While slurping ramen, I received a message from Chen Xing: Are you awake? One bad news and one good news, which one do you want to hear first

Meng Shuyu put down his chopsticks and replied: Good news.

Chen Xing: No, logically I have to talk about the bad things first.

Meng Shuyu:.

Chen Xing: The bad news is that I have carefully studied this unrequited love for you and found that [picture]…

Meng Shuyu opened the screenshot and saw a piece of text—

"Sexual unrequited love" is only an Internet term so far. It has not yet formed a systematic and clear concept, nor has it been recognized by any authoritative psychological organization or literature. Therefore, it cannot be called a disease in a strict sense.

Meng Shuyu: “…”

First I told her that she might be sick, and then I told her that this illness was not yet a disease, so there was no medicine to cure it, so she even saved the registration fee.

It is indeed unreliable to see a doctor online.

Chen Xing: But I think this disease is not nonsense, right? Didn't depression exist in ancient times, and was not cured until modern times? It may be the same with unrequited love, but you are unlucky and didn't catch up with the experts to complete the research.

Meng Shuyu typed speechlessly: I'm already so miserable, can I hear some good news

Chen Xing: The good news is that there is no way to confirm it anyway, so who knows if it is true or not? Netizens suggest that you should not give yourself too negative psychological hints. Maybe you just haven't met someone you really like yet. Don't be discouraged, you will have a boyfriend!

Meng Shuyu pressed the voice button: "I think my boyfriend may have forgotten about reincarnation in this life."

Chen Xing: "Wasn't there someone who came to reincarnate last night? Open your phone's address book and quickly dd him. Let him see your outdated tricks!"

"… "

She has just come to her senses, and you still think she isn't regretful enough

Meng Shuyu: I want his phone number only because he is hard to find. I want to keep it in case it is useful in the future.

Meng Shuyu: Don’t think about it, this can’t be applied.

Chen Xing: What do you mean

Meng Shuyu thought about it, and went back to her room before explaining to Chen Xing. She found the note left by the man in the pocket of her suit skirt last night.

After entering the number into Alipay, she gritted her teeth, added several times the dry cleaning fee of a normal suit, and transferred two hundred yuan to the other party, with the note: the promise has been fulfilled, and the cleaning fee will be compensated to you.

—The notification was clean and neat, the words and actions were consistent without losing integrity, and the job was done.

Meng Shuyu threw away his phone and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the room full of luggage.

Don’t worry, in two days, there will be one less embarrassed person in this city.

A week later, on Saturday, in the suburbs of Hangzhou.

After finally getting through the scorching dog days of summer, the hot autumn heat has arrived, and the temperature in Hangzhou remains high as September approaches.

In the evening, Meng Shuyu finished assembling the last piece of furniture in his single apartment and sat down on the floor, sweating profusely.

In the past week, she officially reported to the Sendai Division of Yongyi Group and moved into an apartment near the industrial park. She was busy getting acquainted with her new colleagues as quickly as possible and filling the empty apartment.

Today, everything is finally ready, except for the east wind to bring her mysterious boss.

Because Morishiro's previous professional manager, who was hired from outside, was poached by a rival company just before signing the contract, the headquarters kept the background of the new general manager a secret to avoid complications.

All of Meng Shuyu's communications with his future boss during this period were conducted through a personal assistant named Ren Xu.

Today, Meng Shuyu and Ren Xu agreed to meet in a teahouse in the evening to discuss some matters concerning joining the company and give him some documents.

Meng Shuyu forced herself to stand up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on some light makeup, and changed into a lilac shirt and a white skirt.

When she stood in front of the full-length mirror to make sure she was dressed appropriately, she felt a little nervous and recalled what Mr. Cai had told her.

"This manager is very capable, but his previous work experience was in the United States. It is possible that he may not be able to adapt to the local environment in China. Besides, you have to look at people's character. Moridao doesn't have much opportunity for trial and error now, so we need to spend some time to investigate him in the early stages."

What this meant was that she was sent to Moridai as a confidant of the headquarters, not only to assist the new general manager, but also to be the eyes of General Manager Cai, ensuring that the subsidiary achieved results while not getting out of the control of the headquarters.

Commonly known as - being undercover.

Although she was only meeting her future boss's personal assistant tonight, Meng Shuyu had already entered combat mode. She was determined to make a dignified appearance and fire the first shot in her undercover career.

An hour later, Meng Shuyu arrived at the teahouse where Ren Xuyue had met.

As soon as you enter the teahouse, the noise of the summer night is immediately isolated outside. The lobby is so quiet that you can almost hear the sound of the tea fragrance flowing.

Meng Shuyu walked lightly and followed the instructions of "South Window on the Second Floor" in Ren Xu's WeChat and went up the stairs. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw a silhouette against the light by the south window.

The man was wearing a stylish suit, and the way he held the teacup was very elegant and formal in Chinese style. From a distance, his silhouette gave him an extraordinary demeanor.

A mere personal assistant has this style

Meng Shuyu was extremely alert, walked forward with proper manners, walked to the man's side and said with a smile: "Ren..."

The man looked up.

The name Meng Shuyu wanted to address suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he froze in place.

In an instant, Meng Shuyu's eyes automatically retreated and flashed back to Songdao House last Friday night.

That handsome but contemptuous face overlapped perfectly with the face of the man in front of him, without a single gap.

The only difference might be the man's slightly raised eyebrows at this moment - it was obvious that just as she could not forget his face in a short time, he also retained an impression of her and was surprised by this encounter across a province.

But soon, this unexpected thing turned bad.

Meng Shuyu was still in a daze, and the man seemed to have figured out the situation. He sighed, looked away, shook his head, and drank a sip of tea.

It's like he's so speechless that he wants to drink some tea to cool down.

Meng Shuyu didn't quite understand his reaction. She only had one question in her mind: Why didn't the chance encounter at the Japanese restaurant last time use up all her luck? !

Meng Shuyu brainstormed for three seconds and decided that in the next second, she would display her professional quality of being calmer the more awkward the situation. She held the file bag and looked around, then walked away to find someone while muttering "Where is the person?" and escaped calmly.

Unfortunately, life has no script.

Meng Shuyu had just finished the step of "looking around" when he suddenly heard the man next to him say, "Don't be nervous, he's not here."

Meng Shuyu paused, looked back, and confirmed that there was no third person here and he was not on the phone.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

“…Who are you talking about, sir?”

Zhou Juan turned the teacup in his hand: "Ms. Meng is more frank when she is drunk."

"… "

Meng Shuyu's toes hidden in her nude pointed-toe shoes clenched up as if by natural reflex.

She should have realized that this man didn't even know how to write the word gentleman.

"Oh, you mean Jian Cheng?" Meng Shuyu tried hard not to let his face fall. "I have nothing to do with him anymore, why would I care whether he is here or not?"

"Why don't you sit down?" Zhou Jun clenched his palm into a fist and knocked the table in front of him with his knuckles.

"?"

Zhou Jun: "Aren't you here to see me?"

"… "

I wish I could never see you again in this life. Why am I looking for you? Do I think I am too thin-skinned and come to you to practice thickening my skin

Even though you don’t look ordinary, you don’t have to be so confident!

Meng Shuyu patiently made a meaningless confirmation: "Is your last name Ren?"

She spoke to Ren Xu on the phone and recognized the other person's voice. She was very sure that it was definitely not the man in front of her - if it was, she would have shouted for help right now.

Sure enough, Zhou Jun shook his head.

Meng Shuyu walked away, picked up his phone and called Ren Xu.

After all, it was indeed a coincidence that made people imagine a lot. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, she deliberately pressed the hands-free key: "Assistant Ren, aren't you in the tea room?"

Ren Xu's voice came through the loudspeaker: "Ah, Assistant Meng, have you arrived? I just saw off a group of guests and am on my way back. Please wait for me for a moment."

"Well, it's okay. I arrived early. Take your time." Meng Shuyu raised his chin and turned half of his body to face Zhou Jun, as if to make sure that he already knew that he was being too sentimental.

Ren Xu: "Okay, but you can also talk to Mr. Zhou first. Isn't Mr. Zhou on the second floor?"

"… What?"

"I said Mr. Zhou isn't here? When I just left, he was still sitting by the south window on the second floor waiting for you."

Meng Shuyu slowly turned his head and looked towards the south window.

Zhou Junren leaned back in his chair and just looked at her, as if he was watching something amusement.

Meng Shuyu stared at Zhou Jun, trying his best to keep his voice steady: "You didn't say that Mr. Zhou would come today..."

Ren Xu: "Oh, maybe I forgot to mention it. I was the only one here, but Mr. Zhou happened to come to the tea room to discuss something with someone in the evening."

Zhou Jun pointed at the phone in Meng Shuyu's palm that she could hardly hold, and waved at her with his index and middle fingers together.

This gesture was like grabbing the back of Meng Shuyu's neck.

Her feet moved towards Zhou Jun uncontrollably, and she handed him the phone hesitantly.

Zhou Jun lowered his head and said to the person on the other end of the phone while holding her hand: "I'm here, it's okay, take your time."

Ren Xu: "Okay, Mr. Zhou."

“… … ”

A strong feeling of dizziness came over Meng Shuyu.

In a split second, a thought flashed through her mind: If she fainted from fright now, would it be considered an industrial injury

Unfortunately, Meng Shuyu's vision did not go dark. She could clearly see Zhou Jun knocking on the table again and saying to her, "Can you come over and sit down now, Assistant Meng?"