Free Web NovelChapter 519: Chapter 517: He Is My Guiding Light
Tang Si slightly furrowed his brows and glanced towards the surveillance following Bo Shiyin’s gaze.
"!" He immediately stood up: "How do you know her?"
"She previously came to consult me about depression and stuff, said her boyfriend had a tendency towards it. I said I wanted to meet him but she didn’t let me, I asked who it was, and she didn’t say."
"I guess her boyfriend has a job with some special characteristics, otherwise they wouldn’t be so secretive and mysterious."
Bo Shiyin spoke, noticing Tang Si’s expression wasn’t quite right. He spoke with a mismatched tone, looking at Tang Si raising an eyebrow: "What’s up? You know her?"
"Is it you like her or she’s pestering you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Bo Shiyin squinted slightly: "I see this girl has a boyfriend, and she seems to really like him, so it’s you who likes her?"
Bo Shiyin had a look ready to enjoy a good show: "She’s about to come in, want me to set you up?"
Tang Si: "She’s my girlfriend, do I need you to hook us up?"
Bo Shiyin: "??!"
What?!
He hadn’t been back in China for long and hadn’t seen Tang Si often. After all, Tang Si’s job is like a dragon’s head where you can see the head but not the tail, so meeting him is really hard.
Tang Si stood up and walked to the innermost part: "Don’t say I’m here, and don’t mention my physical condition."
If it’s to be said, it must be him telling her personally.
Learning from a third party, Song Yi certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable.
Right now, his condition isn’t completely determined, so before that, he doesn’t plan on telling Song Yi.
He didn’t know Song Yi was doing so much for him behind the scenes.
Bo Shiyin nodded, looking at Tang Si, casually spitting out three words: "Hush money."
"..." Tang Si: "Why aren’t you drowning in money?"
Bo Shiyin slowly pushed up his glasses, a smile hanging on his face: "I said, I’m just a poor man, earning all this money with blood and sweat."
"Huh." Tang Si sneered.
"Ding dong——" The doorbell rang.
Bo Shiyin looked at Tang Si: "Want to pay up? Or I’ll go open the door."
Previously, Tang Si had tricked him quite a bit, now it’s the winds of fortune turning, able to take back what was tricked, not taking it back would be foolish.
Missing out on something is like being a turtle.
"How much?"
Bo Shiyin: "A million?"
Tang Si instantly sat down: "Then you go open the door."
"..." Bo Shiyin: "Let’s discuss it, a hundred, a hundred bucks should be okay, right?"
"Final offer, fair deal."
Tang Si: "Your medical ethics."
"A patient’s information can’t be leaked carelessly, don’t you know?"
Bo Shiyin: "Yes, but I can say, I have a patient named Tang Si whose described condition is similar."
...
Ultimately, the hush money was settled for a hundred bucks.
Bo Shiyin felt, even a fly’s leg is a leg, it’s all from little things adding up.
"Doctor Bao." Song Yi came in from outside.
Dressed simply, yet her entire being was absolutely charming. She had always been like this, looking soft and weak, exuding a clear and proud allure.
"Miss Song, long time no see, have a seat first."
"Did you come today to consult on anything?" Bo Shiyin asked: "If you’re here for medical treatment, it’s best to bring the patient to me."
"It’s hard for me to judge his symptoms by your verbal description." Bo Shiyin sat on the sofa, speaking in a casual manner, but utterly serious: "So, it’s better to bring the patient over."
"No." Song Yi shook her head and smiled: "I’m not here for that."
"I think I made a mistake." Song Yi sat upright: "I should respect his subjective opinion. At least he seems normal, he has his thoughts, and I choose to respect."
"My boyfriend is very smart." Song Yi raised her eyes, smiling at Bo Shiyin, the light in her eyes bright and dazzling: "He must be clear about his own physical and mental condition."
"So I can’t seek treatment for him or force him to accept it."
Bo Shiyin: "Do you know, if your boyfriend’s condition is severe, he might be unable to judge if he needs medical treatment?"
Song Yi raised an eyebrow, appearing understanding: "I know."
"But if he thinks he’s normal, then he is normal, no matter in what aspect. That’s just him."
"You’re being blind."
Song Yi: "He’s my direction, it’s okay to be blind, if led astray, I’ll willingly continue."
She smiled: "He originally wasn’t doing well, unhappy, it seems all along, many have gone against his ideas, but I want to follow him."
"He has that kind of magic."
The charm of some people indeed lies within this.
Bo Shiyin wanted to say something.
Song Yi knew what he wanted to say, so she cut in before Bo Shiyin: "I’m not to the point of madness, don’t worry."
"If one day he really loses control, I’ll take him away from the crowd, away from the world. I won’t pose any threat to society’s safety."
"So, you’re just here to tell me this today?" Bo Shiyin asked.
"Yes, but there’s one more thing." Song Yi looked at Bo Shiyin: "If one day, he wants to see a doctor on his own, and I bring him to you, don’t tell him I came."
"I don’t want him to know these things, I willingly do them." Song Yi slightly lowered her gaze: "If he finds out, he’d feel distressed. I don’t want him to feel that way."
She understands Tang Si well, he’d love to hold her in the palm of his hand. She should not suffer or deal with anything.
Bo Shiyin nodded: "Okay, I understand. I hope you both find happiness."
Their relationship, deeply ingrained in the soul, is palpable even to an outsider like him.
After Song Yi finished conveying these matters, she took a phone call and left.
Bo Shiyin watched her silhouette, relaxing back against the couch: "She’s gone, come out."
Tang Si came out from the room beyond, his face revealing no emotion.
He sat opposite Bo Shiyin.
Bo Shiyin glanced at Tang Si with a smile: "She does indeed care about you, it’s clear you care about her too."
"I thought you wouldn’t find a girlfriend in this life, truly unexpected." Bo Shiyin calmly offered his assessment of Song Yi.
"She’s quite good, she suits you, has foresight, insight, wisdom, high emotional intelligence, and high IQ. For a young woman to carve out a path in the entertainment industry on her own is quite rare."
Bo Shiyin’s evaluation was objective: "And she’s strikingly beautiful."
He turned his head slightly to look at Tang Si: "The first time I met her, I was astounded. I’ve never seen a girl as beautifully stunning as her."
That allure, if one bit more would seem vulgar, if one bit less would miss the mark, but she manages it perfectly, making people very comfortable.
"Isn’t it quite comfortable interacting with her?"
Tang Si glanced at Bo Shiyin with a casual look: "Didn’t see you being so nosy before."
"I’m asking from a doctor’s perspective, inquiring about a patient." Bo Shiyin earnestly replied: "Why do you always think of people as being so crude?"
He explained: "Studies show, spending time with someone you like greatly benefits physical and mental well-being, so you should spend time with her, it truly benefits you."
Tang Si ignored Bo Shiyin’s words, these matters are clear to him anyway.
"You create a follow-up treatment plan for me." Tang Si stood up: "I’m leaving first."
Bo Shiyin: "You just arrived, going where now?"
"Do you need to give me a body check?" Tang Si asked.
"No," Bo Shiyin said, "We already checked before. It’s not necessary now. Just discussing the plan."
"You’re the professional in this, no need to ask me."
"I have to ask if your schedule is convenient or not," Bo Shiyin replied, "If the plan rolls out later, and your timing doesn’t work, wouldn’t I have customized it for nothing?"
Tang Si tilted her head and shook the phone in her hand: "If there are issues, we’ll communicate by phone."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
Bo Shiyin: "Remember to transfer me that hundred bucks."
"What hundred bucks?" Tang Si waved at Bo Shiyin with her back turned: "Don’t remember."
Bo Shiyin: "..."
So stingy, wouldn’t even give a hundred bucks.
...
Song Yi received a call; she had to go to the office.
Song Nuan’s condition was improving, recovering from injury. Song Yi was relieved but knew she had to dive back into her work.
Honestly, her work was really busy. She had no idea how many piled-up tasks were waiting to be handled.
Her biggest relief now was that none of her artists had stirred up major scandals that required her to engage in PR, otherwise she’d be going crazy.
All the way to the company.
Li Wen said, "A few artists will come to the company shortly; they’ve been filtered from the other side. You’re the final gate. If they’re suitable, the contracts can be finalized."
"Okay."
Talking while walking, Song Yi finally reached the office and turned on the computer.
"Are they all here? Then let’s have them come in one by one." Song Yi sat behind her desk.
Her stern demeanor was quite intimidating.
She had an imposing presence without showing anger. She handled work matters decisively and efficiently.
Li Wen: "I’ll go outside and call them in one by one in order."
Song Yi opened her laptop and nodded slightly.
She started her laptop, not looking at the artists’ profiles but checking her email, where many work-related emails awaited her.
It’d been a long time since she dealt with them; some emails were overdue for attention and responses.
With the year-end approaching, many partnership agreements and similar matters needed further negotiation.
Song Yi leaned back in her chair, just opened her email, when suddenly the computer screen went black.
Song Yi frowned, thinking it might have run out of power, so she bent down to find the charger to try. But then the dark screen suddenly lit up again.
Her hand paused as she searched for the charger, her eyes fixed on the computer screen.
On the screen, against a black background and white text, one word after another appeared: [It’s about time you came back.]
Song Yi furrowed her brows, and immediately looked around the office, finding nothing amiss.
That line of text only appeared for four or five seconds before it faded, and then the computer returned to normal.
Song Yi breathed out gently, staring at the computer screen, feeling a bit unsettled and uncertain.
With such a hacked computer, could she continue to use it for work in peace?
She realized that in this era of advanced network information, there was hardly any privacy left.
It seemed she should get Fu Jingsheng to build a firewall for her computer.
But what did that sentence mean anyway?
Come back? Back where? Song Yi didn’t quite understand; just that line of text, without offering any clues.
Was it a threat or someone playing games with her?
"Knock, knock, knock——" At this moment, there was the sound of knocking on the door.
The artists for the interview had arrived.
Song Yi collected her thoughts and began working.
The matter of the line on the computer could only be investigated after work.
There were many unsolved mysteries waiting for her, but she couldn’t let them disrupt her normal life rhythm, or it would end up a mess.
The interview with the artists went smoothly; they were promising talents.
The last person came in.
He was a man, young-looking, but with a mature and experienced air.
He looked like a veteran in the field.
Wearing a black coat, loose trousers, and a high-neck sweater underneath, he appeared elegant and dignified.
From head to toe, he was meticulously groomed.
Song Yi withdrew her gaze: "Please have a seat."
Her tone was calm, and she wore a slight smile.
In this business, it’s not all about being stern; you need to smile, though hers was far from warm or approachable. It was a smile heavily laden with detachment and distance.
Cold as ice, keeping strangers at bay.
She said to sit.
But the man stood still.
Just stood there in front of her.
Song Yi slightly furrowed her brows, unable to resist looking up again at the man.
Her gaze was scrutinizing, assessing.
Similarly, it seemed like the man was examining her with the same gaze.
"Something wrong?" Song Yi spoke first, looking at him.
The man slightly adjusted his cuffs, acting elegantly and precisely.
"This chair must have been sat on by many people, right?" His tone was unhurried, with a hint of coolness and elegance.
Every move was like that of a nobleman.
Song Yi furrowed her brow. Where did this poser come from?
She chuckled, looking at him with raised eyebrows: "And?"
The man looked at Song Yi and smiled, his smile was very appropriate: "So I’m not sitting, I think it’s dirty."
These words spoken matched his pretentious demeanor very well.
Song Yi crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, her smile was faint, bright, and charming: "So, you have OCD?"
"Yes." The man answered bluntly: "So I won’t sit."
"Then you don’t fit in at my company, nor are you suitable to be an artist or enter the entertainment industry."
"Reasons?"
"Do I need reasons?" Song Yi looked at him: "With your aversion to dirt, what artist isn’t appearing in various public places? You’re unsuitable."
"I have a dream; I can try to overcome it." The man’s tone was gentle: "I hope President Song gives me this chance."
"After all, I passed several assessments to get here; you can’t just reject me for having OCD, that’s somewhat unfair to me."
Song Yi’s lips moved slightly, preparing to say something.
"Where’s Song Yi?! Get Song Yi out!" Suddenly, a commotion was heard outside.
