Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 520: Chapter 518: Brother Can Endure Loneliness, So What’s the Plan Tonight?

This voice was particularly loud, and the tone sounded very intense.

It seemed to come surging in to settle accounts with Song Yi.

"Sir, you can’t go in here, if you keep this up, we’ll call the police." Someone was blocking, and this noisy sound reached Song Yi’s ears.

The man frowned somewhat unpleasantly: "It seems President Song’s company’s security isn’t very good."

"Anyone can come in and cause trouble."

Song Yi looked at this man and rolled her eyes inside.

Just knows how to make sarcastic comments.

She stood up, ignored the so-called artist coming to interview for a contract, stepped past him, and walked outside.

Didn’t even glance at him.

The man looked at Song Yi’s back, her figure delicate and small, yet just right, extremely capable of stirring a man’s protective instincts.

He pulled up a trace of a smile, his eyes glimmering with shrewdness.

Song Yi opened the door and saw a man about twenty-something at the door constantly trying to rush inside.

"What’s going on?" Song Yi asked in a cold voice.

As soon as Song Yi came out, the chaos outside came to a halt.

The staff bowed: "Sorry, President Song. This is the artist here for an interview today. We couldn’t stop him; didn’t expect him to come in causing so much trouble."

The young man snorted coldly, shaking off the hands holding him.

"You are Song Yi?"

Song Yi stood in front of him: "That’s me."

"Is it you who told our company to bury me?"

Song Yi replied: "I don’t have the leisure to meddle in other people’s artists."

"You just dare to do it without admitting it. You’re just afraid I’ll become popular and overshadow your artists. You think I don’t know everything behind it is your doing?"

The man said each word with resentment, and all his tone was full of hatred and dissatisfaction towards Song Yi, as if there was a really deep-seated grudge.

Song Yi crossed her arms, her fox-like eyes slightly narrowed, watching him casually: "First, sir, do I know you? What’s your name?"

He was anger-laughed by Song Yi’s words: "Stop pretending you don’t know me."

"Tsk." Song Yi lazily shifted her stance leaning on the door frame: "Fine, let’s say I know you, you came to me just for the matter of being buried?"

"What else, don’t you know what you’ve done?"

Looking at him like this, Song Yi knows he’s a newcomer in the entertainment circle, someone egged him on behind the scenes or he’s been deceived by those narrative-leading marketing accounts.

She can even predict that there’d soon be news saying her company has an artist causing trouble.

Song Yi lowered her head, pulled out her phone, while looking at it, she said: "Whatever you say is. I don’t like talking with people without brains, it lowers my IQ."

No matter how angry others are, Song Yi remained this calm and indifferent the whole time, as if she took nothing seriously.

This attitude, instead, made the other party more suffocated, more unsatisfied.

"Song Yi, do you believe I’ll call the police?!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi amusingly lifted her eyes, raising an eyebrow: "Calling the police requires evidence, the police officers don’t have time to listen to kindergarten kids causing trouble."

"If you insist it’s my doing, show evidence. Coming here making trouble without a basis would just show you have other motives to make my life difficult."

"If that’s truly your purpose." Song Yi chuckled lightly, her eyebrows arching: "Then I really must thank you for bringing me this short-lived amusement, low-IQ acting is quite interesting."

These words were full of sarcasm, overtly and covertly.

Yet she said them with a relaxed smile.

This infuriated the man, his face darkening.

She’s the one who can’t stand him and wants to bury him, now she won’t even admit it! This damn woman, she really deserves it!

Thinking like this, he immediately tried to make a move on Song Yi.

Song Yi quickly reacted: "Throw him out."

With this sentence, she stepped back, and with a bang, slammed the office door shut.

The man bumped directly into the door, feeling like his nose was about to break.

He covered his nose wanting to curse.

The security immediately came up to drag him out.

Li Wen came back with a file and stumbled upon this scene; he took one look and knew exactly what was going on, while the man insisted on staying, determined to get justice here.

"Your fake nose got bent, and you’re still making a fuss here?" Li Wen walked over and spoke indifferently: "If you’re going to make one, make it better. This cheap nose can’t take much, huh."

As soon as Li Wen said this, the man immediately stopped his cursing, seriously feeling his nose to see if it was really like Li Wen said.

He found there was indeed a bit like that, if this got filmed and posted, he would definitely lose fans.

He had to go to the hospital for repairs.

Today’s matter of settling accounts with Song Yi could only be postponed.

.....

Li Wen’s words allowed security to smoothly chuck the guy out.

Meanwhile, Song Yi’s Weibo post was trending.

The Weibo accompanied by a short video, just recorded when she was standing by the door.

The caption: [Just back from vacation and bumped into a newcomer brainwashed by marketing accounts, really gives me a headache, please marketing accounts spare me, stop making up rumors about me, thanks to you and your family. Smile jpg.]

The people below were amused.

Leaving comments one after another.

[Sister Yi’s inner monologue: Cutie = Dumbass = Idiot + Brain-dead.]

[LOL, President Song is online and fired back.]

[This person is hilarious too, using their brain as a decoration, causing trouble every day.]

.....

There were a lot of comments.

Song Yi’s maneuver caught the marketing accounts planning to spread rumors off guard.

Nobody expected Song Yi to strike first upon her return; while they were still preparing drafts and press releases, she had already started to complain on Weibo.

Song Yi returned to her office and sat back in her original seat.

The one with a cleanliness obsession was still there.

Song Yi looked up at him: "If you insist you can overcome it, then sit down now and show some sincerity and attitude, instead of just talking."

Song Yi was quite annoyed after dealing with that person: "If you can’t do it, then please leave."

"My name is Rong Qi." The man spoke slowly, "I hope you remember me."

"And I also hope that the next time we meet, you can arrange a clean seat for me."

As he finished speaking, the man left the office like a black diamond.

Song Yi furrowed her brows tightly, realizing this man was strange.

The smile in his eyes just now made it clear that he wasn’t really there for the interview, more like... trying to make an impression on her.

This made a chord in her heart tighten sharply.

Next meeting? When would the next meeting be?

Song Yi abruptly stood up, chasing after Rong Qi’s disappearing silhouette, only to find he had already vanished.

Song Yi pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath, and rubbed her temples.

"What’s wrong?" Suddenly, a male voice hit her ears.

The voice carried a familiar lazy tone, deep and magnetic.

Song Yi instantly lifted her eyes and saw Tang Si standing not far away.

She was instantly filled with joy, easing the tension she felt inside.

She ran towards Tang Si: "Brother, why did you come to the company? Are you not busy anymore?"

As soon as she reached him, Song Yi hugged Tang Si tightly.

"I came over after finishing my work to see you." Tang Si hugged her back: "Seems like you’ve hit some trouble?"

"Not really." Song Yi responded: "Just work stuff."

Tang Si raised an eyebrow: "What’s the deal with Weibo?"

"It’s all normal, rivals trying to stir trouble and gossip, looking for marketing accounts. It just so happens this one is a kid misled by marketing accounts."

"Why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?"

"Why?" Tang Si teased with a smile in his eyes: "Did coming over unannounced interrupt my lovely one’s work?"

Song Yi pulled Tang Si towards the office: "It’s just that when you’re here, I can’t focus on work, I keep wanting to see you."

Tang Si has such a strong presence, she couldn’t concentrate on her work.

In fact, Tang Si followed Song Yi all the way to the company.

When Song Yi left Bo Shiyin’s research institute.

Tang Si sat on the sofa: "Not working anymore?"

Song Yi: "I originally came over to interview a few artists, the other work can be done elsewhere."

"Since you’re here, I won’t stay in the company."

Song Yi said: "Let’s go out."

"No." Tang Si insisted, "You haven’t worked properly at the company for a while. If you have things to do, go work, no need to keep me company."

Tang Si sat on the sofa, supporting his jaw with one hand, looking at Song Yi and saying, "Brother can handle solitude."

"I’ll just watch you work."

He watched her like that, with eyes deep and intense, warm with strong emotion.

This made Song Yi feel a kind of shivering throughout her body, as if the warmth refracted onto her.

Song Yi touched her face, wondering why she felt shy when Tang Si watched her work.

It’s just work, nothing else, what’s there to be shy about?

Perhaps it was Tang Si’s seductive eyes, or maybe she had no defenses against him.

It was easy to get lost in his eyes.

That day, Tang Si truly accompanied Song Yi at the office the whole day.

"Don’t you find it boring?"

"Watching you work, what’s boring about that?" Tang Si smiled, "Work is quite interesting too."

It also allowed him to understand the nature of Song Yi’s work, what it was like, and what kept her busy.

Song Yi put down the pen she was holding and stretched her back.

Tang Si looked at her with an amused expression: "Finished working?"

"Yes." Song Yi nodded: "It’s temporarily wrapped up."

Tang Si’s lips curled into a faint smile: "Any plans for tonight?"

"..." So much for enduring solitude, huh?

Heh, men.