Song Xinya heard about Chen Siyan's experience and expressed deep sympathy.
"Mr. Chen, my condolences."
Chen Siyan said, "I did my mourning a long time ago. At the time, I was bullied so badly I was howling in tears."
It wasn't sadness, but worry. Compared to having his butt seen by others, he was more worried about losing face.
If someone took a video of him running bare-bottomed down the street and posted it online, he would be utterly humiliated.
If an acquaintance saw him, it would be even worse.
"Look, isn't that the son of the Chen family, the grandson of the old Chen family..."
Even his ancestors would probably be so angry they'd climb out of their coffins.
As for Qin Yuyan saying his butt was ugly, Chen Siyan was even more unconvinced.
Although his skin wasn't fair, his rear was firm, perky, round, and full. It looked much better than a black lump of coal.
That Little Devil was just deliberately slandering him.
Zhao Yinian usually didn't get along with Chen Siyan, so how could she miss any opportunity to mock him?
She glanced at Chen Siyan's rear. "Mr. Chen, when you're done with work, remember to go to the gym and exercise. Look at you, your butt is sagging, flat, and collapsed."
Chen Siyan glanced back at Zhao Yinian. "That's still better than you having no butt at all. You're flat as a doorboard in the front and flat as an iron in the back. Other people have curves, but you're flat all over. Your chest isn't even as big as a man's. Every time I see your little frame, my heart really aches for you."
The people around them burst into laughter.
Zhao Yinian's face turned as black as coal.
She glared fiercely at Chen Siyan. "When did you go blind? Everyone who sees me praises my good figure."
Chen Siyan replied, "Look at you, taking people's polite remarks seriously."
Another burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
Zhao Yinian's face turned as dark as Judge Bao.
After enjoying the spectacle, Song Xinya prepared to head out to buy a birthday present for Qin Yuyan and walked toward the company exit.
Unable to out-argue Chen Siyan, Zhao Yinian turned her spearhead toward Song Xinya. "It's working hours right now. Why are you heading outside? Tending to personal matters on company time, do you still want this job? All the other new employees are working diligently to improve their performance. But you, you don't even pretend to slack off at your desk; you just leave outright. It's exactly because the company has people like you that our performance hasn't improved."
Song Xinya had only been working at the company for three days, yet Zhao Yinian blamed the company's poor performance entirely on her. What a massive scapegoat.
"Manager Zhao, I need to go see a client right now. I'm leaving for official business."
Zhao Yinian sneered, "So if you say it's official business, it is? What employee sneaking out for personal reasons would admit it? They all have to make up an excuse."
Song Xinya wasn't flustered. She calmly sat back down at her desk. "Alright, I won't go out."
Zhao Yinian laughed and said, "See? I exposed your lie, you felt guilty, and now you don't dare to leave."
Like a victorious general, Zhao Yinian looked haughty and turned to walk back to her office.
A cell phone ringtone suddenly blasted, echoing loudly in the quiet office.
Song Xinya answered the call.
Qin Yuyan's crisp voice came through, full of expectation. "Miss Song, I've been waiting for you for ages. Why aren't you here yet to celebrate my birthday with me?"
Song Xinya's voice was filled with helplessness. "I can't make it today. My manager won't let me go."
She slid her finger to the side, turning on the speakerphone.
The little flame in Qin Yuyan's heart flared up, her voice raising eight octaves and echoing through the entire office.
"Who is it? Who won't let you come? Other companies treat their clients like God, but this manager treats clients like garbage. Does she even know how to be a manager? If she doesn't, I'll call my brother right now and have her dismissed from her position!"
Chen Siyan covered his mouth and fanned the flames. "Oh my, Manager Zhao, look how angry you've made the little princess."
Qin Yuyan declared, "Fine, Manager Zhao, is it? I'm going to call my brother right now!"
Zhao Yinian panicked.
She rushed over to Song Xinya in a flurry. "Miss Qin, it's all a misunderstanding. I thought Song Xinya was going out for personal errands during work hours, which is why I stopped her. If I had known her client was you, how could I have possibly stopped her?"
Zhao Yinian held Song Xinya's arm, her face covered in an obsequious smile. "Miss Song, hurry up and go see Miss Qin. Don't keep her waiting. Take a taxi, I'll reimburse you for the round trip."
She escorted Song Xinya to the door just as a delivery boy stepped out of the elevator.
"Excuse me, who is Zhao Yinian? Your milk tea is here."
"That's me," Zhao Yinian said, reaching out to take the milk tea and stuffing it into Song Xinya's arms. "Miss Song, take this to drink on the way."
Song Xinya walked to the elevator, and Zhao Yinian was incredibly attentive, pressing the elevator button for her.
As Song Xinya stepped inside, Zhao Yinian stood respectfully and waved goodbye. "Goodbye, Miss Song. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Song."
The elevator doors closed, and Song Xinya smiled as she hung up the phone.
.........
Song Xinya arrived at a store selling baking supplies.
She didn't buy a ready-made cake. Instead, she bought low-gluten flour, corn oil, white sugar, cream, eggs, condensed milk, and other baking ingredients.
She planned to make a cake for Qin Yuyan with her own hands.
The little princess lacked nothing. Song Xinya had seen with her own eyes how she used an Hermes bag to hold snake droppings.
Jewelry and diamonds were like ordinary stones in the little princess's eyes, even considered a waste of space.
For someone who didn't care about money, no matter how expensive the gift, it wouldn't touch her heart.
Something handmade would actually move her more.
But just making a cake for the little princess wasn't enough, Song Xinya felt.
A cake wasn't what the little princess wanted most.
Song Xinya took out her phone and called Qin Yuhe and Qin Yuyan's mother, Jiang Yaoxue.
"Mother, it's Yaya."
Receiving Song Xinya's call, Jiang Yaoxue's voice revealed her pleasant surprise. "Yaya, are you with Little He?"
Song Xinya replied, "No, he's away on a business trip."
Jiang Yaoxue paused for a moment before saying, "Yaya, Little He is currently managing the entire Qin Group. He is busy with work and might not be able to take care of you sometimes. He isn't intentionally neglecting you."
Song Xinya smiled faintly. "Mother, I know. I believe in Mr. Qin's character."
In fact, she wished he would go on a business trip for a while. With his fierce stamina and strength, pinning her down every night, her waist couldn't take it.
Song Xinya said, "Mother, don't worry. Mr. Qin and I are doing very well."
Since it wasn't about her and Little He, Jiang Yaoxue asked, "Yaya, is there something you need to tell me?"
Song Xinya replied, "Mother, today is Yuyan's birthday."
Jiang Yaoxue was stunned for a moment, then said, "I am in Europe and can't go back right now. I bought her a birthday present and plan to give it to her when I return to the country."
"Mother, I know you can't rush back..."
Song Xinya's voice was soft as cotton. She spoke slowly, yet every word carried a persuasive strength. Mom, I understand that you have your own unavoidable difficulties and couldn't be by Yanyan's side to watch her grow up. But I can feel that you love her. What Yanyan has always wanted isn't an expensive gift, but your love. Just record a happy birthday video for her and tell her that Mommy loves her. She will definitely be thrilled.
A layer of mist formed in Jiang Yaoxue's eyes. Okay, she said.
There were a lot of things, too heavy to carry by hand, so Song Xinya called a local courier service to deliver the baking supplies she bought to the villa where Qin Yuyan lived.
This baking supply store was very close to the SKP shopping mall. The last time Qin Yuhe gave Song Xinya a Dior dress, she hadn't given him a gift in return. So she figured she would take advantage of her free time today to go buy him something.
On the fifth floor of the SKP mall, inside a men's boutique, Song Xinya was carefully picking out a present.
When Qin Yuhe's call came through, she answered in surprise, Mr. Qin, why are you calling me?
Qin Yuhe: ...Is that not allowed?
Song Xinya: ...It is.
She guessed that Jiang Yaoxue must have nagged him, which was why he was calling her.
For a moment, Song Xinya didn't know what to talk about with Qin Yuhe. After all, the place where they communicated the most was in bed.
Being tossed around by Qin Yuhe in bed night after night, Song Xinya felt that it would actually be nice for the two of them to just chat.
But now that she actually had to chat with him, she suddenly felt that cooperating with his various positions in bed took way less effort.
A brief moment of silence fell between them.
Trying to find something to say, Song Xinya asked, Mr. Qin, did you call me for a specific reason?
Qin Yuhe: What are you busy with today?
Song Xinya: I'm busy delivering gifts to clients.
Qin Yuhe: Miss Song works very hard.
Song Xinya: Thank you for the compliment, Boss Qin.
Qin Yuhe: You put more effort into your clients than you do into your own husband.
Song Xinya: ......
Another brief moment of silence ensued.
Song Xinya: Mr. Qin, I put effort into you, too.
I'm actually shopping for a gift for you right now, to give to you the next time we meet.
