Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

"My boyfriend... he works in the wedding planning industry!"

"Yes! They do high-end wedding planning! That motorcade is for picking up newlyweds and making a good impression! They just gave me a ride to work today!"

He wanted to bite his tongue after he finished speaking. What kind of ridiculous reason was that!

"Pfft—!" Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing first.

After a burst of laughter, Ah Ken patted Shang Song on the shoulder and asked, "Which wedding company uses a custom-made bulletproof car to pick up the newlyweds?"

Zhao Xiaowei laughed so hard she almost fell over: "Brother Song, your excuse is so half-hearted! Hahahaha!"

Shang Song blushed furiously; it was now completely confirmed that he had an extremely capable boyfriend.

Just as he was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground and pray that someone would come to his rescue, a gentle voice rang out at the office door:

"Excuse me, is this the 'Starfield Fantasy' project team?"

Everyone turned around at the sound.

It was that young man in the light gray sweater.

Ken was the first to react, "Yes, this is where I am. Who are you...?"

"I'm Shen Yan, a new employee reporting for duty today." Shen Yan introduced himself with a polite smile.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Shang Song, who was surrounded in the middle, before quickly shifting away. "My supervisor asked me to find a colleague named Ken."

"Oh! Yes, yes, it's me! Welcome, welcome, Shen Yan, right?"

Ken greeted everyone warmly and immediately got into work mode. The other colleagues also temporarily put aside their curiosity about Shang Song's boyfriend and returned to their workstations.

Shang Song took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally been saved.

He looked at Shen Yan gratefully, only to meet Shen Yan's gaze once again.

This time, Shen Yan smiled slightly at him, then looked away and followed Ken to the workstation assigned to him to familiarize himself with the environment.

Shang Song touched his still burning ears and sat back down in his seat.

The computer is turned on, and the software starts up one after another.

He took a deep breath and buried himself in his work.

After some time, the WeChat notification on my computer went off.

It is Xie Jing.

We've arrived at Xishan.

Shang Song stared at the message and quickly typed a reply:

"It's all your fault!!!"

The moment the message was sent, Shang Song suddenly snapped back to reality.

Ugh! This sounds like she's whining and complaining!

He quickly retracted the message.

A while later, Xie Jing's message popped up.

"WeChat has this feature?"

"What did you send?"

Shang Song: "..."

His face turned even redder.

"I didn't post anything! I posted the wrong thing! I need to get back to work!"

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Xie Jing: "Mm."

Just one word. That's it.

Shang Song patted his face, forcing himself to bring his attention back to work.

About an hour later, Shang Song unintentionally opened the chat window with Xie Jing again and stared blankly for a while.

Suddenly, a new message popped up on the screen.

"I like you, Shang Song."

Shang Song was completely stunned. His pupils dilated, his heart stopped for a moment and then surged again, and his blood rushed to his head.

Is it... a confession?

Has this piece of wood finally come to its senses?

Was it because of that surprise kiss this morning?

How should he respond? Should he also say "I like you"?

Before he could type a reply, the message disappeared, and a message appeared on the screen saying "The other party has retracted a message."

Shang Song was stunned.

It's been withdrawn?

Could this piece of wood have been used intentionally?!

"Pfft..." Shang Song couldn't help but laugh out loud and quickly covered his mouth.

This piece of wood was definitely done on purpose!

Less than an hour had passed since Xie Jing discovered the undo function. Given Xie Jing's thoughtful nature, this was definitely intentional!

How can he be so cute!

He pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh, and sent a message:

"I saw it, Professor Xie."

This time, Xie Jing replied incredibly quickly.

"..."

Shang Song was practically dying of laughter. He lowered his head, resting his forehead on his crossed arms, his shoulders shaking, and laughed silently for a while.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

To avoid being caught and interrogated by Zhao Xiaowei or other curious colleagues, Shang Song quickly turned off the monitor as soon as it was time to leave, grabbed his phone and employee card, and slipped out of the office with lightning speed, heading straight for a convenience store away from the cafeteria.

There was a row of small tables outside the convenience store. Shang Song bought a black pepper beef sandwich, a grilled sausage, and a bottle of mineral water. He sat down and had just taken two bites when he saw Shen Yan also walk into the convenience store. When he came out, he was holding the cheapest rice ball and the cheapest bottle of mineral water.

He seemed oblivious to Shang Song, his gaze sweeping across the small table as he searched for a seat.

Seating was scarce at mealtimes, so Shang Song swallowed her sandwich and called out to him, "Shen Yan? There's a seat here, want to sit together?"

Shen Yan seemed to hesitate for a second before walking over, thanking him softly, and sitting down opposite Shang Song.

He ate his rice balls very politely, taking small bites while drinking mineral water.

Looking at the generously filled sandwich in his hand, and then at the rice ball in Shen Yan's hand that didn't even have a piece of meat, Shang Song couldn't help but ask, "Why are you eating here? Haven't you found the cafeteria yet? Our company cafeteria is actually quite good, with a wide variety of dishes and reasonable prices. Shall I take you there?"

Shen Yan looked up, shook his head, and said, "No need, thank you. I know where the cafeteria is."

He paused, seemingly finding the answer too abrupt, and added, "It's...quiet here."

"Oh, that's true." Shang Song expressed his understanding; wasn't he also here to seek refuge?

But his gaze couldn't help but fall on Shen Yan's overly simple lunch, and then he looked at the other's thin figure and slightly pale face.

Could it be... that the new employee is short on funds, or trying to save money?

"You...you only ate this little? Are you even full?" Shang Song pushed his uneaten sausage box over, "Here, take this. I bought too much."

Shen Yan stared blankly at the sausage that was suddenly pushed in front of him, then looked up at Shang Song.

Shang Song's eyes were clear, filled with pure concern and goodwill, as natural as classmates sharing snacks.

"No need, I've had enough." Shen Yan shook his head and gently returned the sausage box.

"Oh, don't be so polite with me."

Shang Song pushed the sausage box over again, "I really bought too much. Look, I also have a huge sandwich. You've just arrived, so eat more to have the energy to work. Our project team can be quite mentally taxing sometimes."

Shen Yan looked at the tempting grilled sausage in front of him, then at Shang Song's sincere smile, and remained silent for a few seconds.

He finally didn't refuse again and whispered his thanks, "Well... thank you."

He picked up the grilled sausage and ate it in small bites, his movements still refined.

Shang Song laughed and continued eating his sandwich, asking vaguely, "How's it going? Are you settling in? Ken is a really nice guy, just a little demanding sometimes. Feel free to ask if you don't understand anything."

"Yes, he's very professional, and everyone else is doing well."

Shen Yan nodded. He ate the grilled sausage Shang Song had given him, and secretly glanced at Shang Song across from him, whose cheeks were bulging and whose eyes were clear and without any gloom.

This colleague named Shang Song looks like a little sun—warm, clean, and full of energy.

He shared food naturally and generously, and his gaze was clear and open. When he mentioned his extravagant boyfriend that morning, his eyes showed embarrassment, not dependence.

He exudes a relaxed feeling of being loved and cared for.

It doesn't seem like someone who has been suppressed, manipulated, or even objectified in a relationship.

Perhaps... not all wealthy people in this world are like Zhou Xu'an.

Perhaps... not all disparate relationships are destined to become distorted and suffocating.