Chapter 96: Song Huan Yan, Do You Want to Kiss Me?

Come to think of it, men are always rather careless, especially toward themselves.

But for some reason, Song Huan Yan also felt flustered and hurriedly said, "Hmm, change into formal wear."

Nan Gong Yu seemed to find this suggestion rather fresh and curious.

He hadn't been short of video meetings; he'd even joined one after a shower, still in his nightgown—though not often, he had done it before.

Since they were his own employees, sometimes he really wasn't that particular.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, stayed silent for two seconds, then finally nodded, "Alright."

After speaking, he turned and went to the Wardrobe Room to change.

It was only after he left that Song Huan Yan realized.

Did she just… command him just now?

It seems so!

No wonder he froze, then stayed silent for another two seconds.

Probably… he's never been ordered before.

Song Huan Yan rubbed her face, thinking she had finally grown up enough to dare order this lofty man.

In no time, Nan Gong Yu finished changing and walked toward the sleeping area.

He was carrying a suit jacket and a tie, and as he walked asked, "Do you need me to tie the tie?"

Song Huan Yan was utterly embarrassed and said, "No need, I think."

Speaking that, she got out of bed on her own, walked up to him, reached out to take the jacket from his hand, intending to help him dress.

She seemed also to want… to do something for him.

Nan Gong Yu narrowed his eyes, tossed the tie casually onto the nearby sofa, and nodded, "Hmm."

Realizing Song Huan Yan wanted to put the jacket on him, Nan Gong Yu cooperated fully.

While helping him dress, Song Huan Yan said, "Chu Yue will also attend the meeting with you, right?"

"Hmm." Nan Gong Yu nodded, "She handles recording and organizing."

After a pause, he added, "Don't you like her?"

Song Huan Yan's hand paused, then she said, "No, not really."

Chu Yue is his capable subordinate; even if she likes him, it would be understandable.

He truly possesses enough charm to make people both like and be infatuated with him.

She can't say she dislikes Chu Yue just because Chu Yue likes Nan Gong Yu, right?

That's Chu Yue's freedom.

In response, Nan Gong Yu said, "You don't need to be wary of anything about her; she's a subordinate, you're the superior."

Those words instantly made Song Huan Yan feel immensely at ease; she pressed her lips together, nodded, "Hmm."

She then asked another question, "Is she… impressive?"

"She's decent," Nan Gong Yu replied fairly, "She has her own strengths. She has a photographic memory; after hearing something once she doesn't forget, and can recite it word for word."

Song Huan Yan raised her eyebrows slowly, truly hadn't expected… Chu Yue to possess such a talent.

That indeed… should drive her crazy.

Having such gifted ability truly makes her capable of being Nan Gong Yu's close and effective assistant.

Nan Gong Yu also needs such talent.

No wonder Chu Yue also carries a somewhat aloof, lofty demeanor.

Turns out, she does have skill.

Strangely, she actually… felt a bit envious.

She envied that Chu Yue has her own abilities, value, and can stay by Nan Gong Yu's side to work for him.

"Oh, hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, giggling lightly, "That's really good."

"Do you mind if she stays by my side?" Nan Gong Yu asked.

At that moment, Song Huan Yan was adjusting his collar.

Hearing that, she froze for a moment, thought it over seriously, then shook her head, "I don't mind."

Work is work; since Chu Yue has such talent, letting her leave would be… a pity.

"Hmm." Nan Gong Yu said, "If you do mind, tell me."

Now, Song Huan Yan was stunned again.

She couldn't help but look up at him and blurt out, "If I mind, would you let her leave?"

That question was actually a bit out of line.

The moment she asked, Song Huan Yan regretted it.

Nan Gong Yu had never minded anything about her; after all, she's an ex‑boyfriend and also has to shoot a drama.

What is she doing?

Realizing this, before he could speak, Song Huan Yan immediately said, "I was joking, just asked casually, no such meaning. She has a photographic memory and outstanding recall; she's a rare talent and can't be let go."

She explained a bit hastily, but Nan Gong Yu understood.

He didn't say much, but answered her question, "Yes."

Song Huan Yan was stunned again.

Nan Gong Yu said, "If she makes you very uncomfortable and you mind, then yes. Talent is rare, though there are many talents as well. Having a photographic memory and outstanding recall is indeed good. But Huan Yan, as long as your ability doesn't reach Irreplaceability, there will always be a risk of being replaced. Nowadays AI development is advanced and outstanding; could AI's memory be worse than a human's?"

Song Huan Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she nodded, "Hmm."

She felt like she'd just been taught a lesson by the big boss.

"So, what are you comparing with her?" Nan Gong Yu added, "There's not a single point of comparability."

Song Huan Yan felt a slight stir in her heart, looked up at him, and said, "Is that so?"

"Of course," Nan Gong Yu said softly but confidently, raising his hand to smooth her black hair. "Core Competitiveness and Core Value are the Hard Power. Moreover, Irreplaceability is the eternal king."

Song Huan Yan wasn't sure if she was being beguiled by his manner, but she hurriedly asked a foolish question, "Do you think I have Irreplaceability?"

The remark made Nan Gong Yu laugh.

Song Huan Yan felt embarrassed herself and lowered her eyelids.

Nan Gong Yu touched her head and said, "Undoubtedly, there is only one you in this world."

"Hmm," Song Huan Yan nodded.

She felt that ever since he appeared today, her heart had been warm and relaxed, a very different sensation.

She kept her eyelids lowered and continued to adjust his collar.

This delay also wasted a few minutes, and Song Huan Yan feared it would hold up the meeting.

She hurriedly fixed his collar and said, "All set, you should go to the meeting now."

Nan Gong Yu gave a "Hmm," but did not leave.

Instead, he lowered his eyelids and stared intently at the beauty before him.

"Lord Yu?" Song Huan Yan looked up, unexpectedly colliding with the man's sea‑deep eyes.

Beneath his gaze, dark waves churned.

"Oh." Being reminded, Nan Gong Yu seemed only just to come to his senses, pressed his throat and said, "Hmm."

He was about to leave, yet he didn't.

Instead, he suddenly said, "Huan Yan."

Song Huan Yan looked at him and replied, "Hmm?"

Nan Gong Yu's eyes grew even darker, "Do you… want to kiss me?"

His words left Song Huan Yan profoundly stunned.

She stared at him foolishly, as if she hadn't come to her senses.

When she finally recovered, she… found herself unable to speak.

Probably because she was shy.

That beautiful face… couldn't hide its redness.

That was an implicit acceptance; Nan Gong Yu was no fool.

So…

He didn't wait for her answer, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

Song Huan Yan's mind went blank for a moment.

She was a little hesitant to move.

She hadn't never been kissed before.

That time at the Song Residence Gate, in front of Leng Jian Yue…

But… this time was different.

Song Huan Yan's mind remained blank, and the man was doing more than just lip‑to‑lip.

He, with a hint of masculine instinct, forcefully parting her lips, slipped into her mouth.

Song Huan Yan's mind went even more blank.

It felt like being drunk, head heavy, feet light, with waves of dizziness.

So she was dazed the whole time.

She could only be led by him… to complete their first… tongue… kiss.

Finally, the kiss was interrupted by a phone ring.

Nan Gong Yu released her lips, his forehead pressed against hers, breathing slightly heavy.

Song Huan Yan was so nervous she didn't dare speak, not even knowing where to place her hands.

During the kiss, she almost suffocated.

Even her breath seemed taken away by him.

She was bewildered, at a loss, and instinctively shy.

Nan Gong Yu ignored the ringing, as if no noise could disturb him.

He extended his hand, his thumb rubbing her cheek, and whispered, "Are you okay?"

The question made Song Huan Yan's mind go blank again, forced into silence for several seconds.

After that, she had no idea how to answer.

After a half‑second she managed a word, "Hmm."

Then she added softly, "Quite good."

He had actually taken the initiative to kiss her, and it was that kind of kiss.

So… he should, not be lacking in that regard… right?

Nan Gong Yu straightened up and slowly raised an eyebrow.

In his deep, husky eyes there seemed a hint of curiosity.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly said, "The phone."

Nan Gong Yu still ignored it, just watching her.

The phone ring stopped at that moment.

Song Huan Yan actually had no idea what that kiss felt like.

Because she was dazed the whole time, her mind was like mush, unable to tell east from west.

Even the feeling… seemed frozen, so… there was no feeling.

Just being stared at by him like this made me feel extremely embarrassed.

"Lord Yu," Song Huan Yan said again.

"Hmm, got it." Nan Gong Yu pursed the corners of his lips; on his usually cold, handsome face, the habitual chill was gone.

Instead, a hint of aggressiveness showed, a very dominant charismatic attack.

Nan Gong Yu went to get his phone, about to leave, but added, "Huan Yan, your kissing really doesn't seem experienced."

During the kiss just now, she was obviously clumsy, her limbs at a loss, as if she didn't even know how to respond.

"Awkward" and "slow" like the first time.

His words actually left Song Huan Yan stunned.

She suddenly recalled the incident that Leng Jian Yue had caused last time.

So he… really believed it?

He believed it, yet truly didn't mind or care?

Song Huan Yan now even more didn't know what feeling was inside her heart.

Indeed, he is a noble person.

Song Huan Yan opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But Nan Gong Yu's phone rang again.

Nan Gong Yu glanced and said, "Changfeng is urging again. I'm going to a meeting; you rest first, you don't need to wait for me, I might be later."

"Hmm, okay." Song Huan Yan nodded, watching him leave.

Nan Gong Yu stepped out of the master bedroom, yet still felt a bit odd.

Meng Zhangfeng and Chu Yue were waiting for him at the doorway of the opposite study.

Seeing him, Chu Yue said, "Lord Yu, everything is ready, just waiting for you."

Nan Gong Yu gave no reply, but looked at Meng Zhangfeng.

Meng Zhangfeng looked bewildered, his face pale, and timidly said, "Lord Yu, did I… call… disturb you?"

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "Hmm, I was disturbed."

Those words are understandable to any adult.

Chu Yue's face turned completely white in an instant.

So white, like a ghost.

Meng Zhangfeng hurriedly said, "Sorry, my fault. I won't urge you next time."

After all, Lord Yu is now married, so he truly shouldn't be disturbed casually.

Nan Gong Yu patted his shoulder, his brows slightly furrowed, and asked directly, "Changfeng, when someone's reaction to kissing is very awkward and slow, what does it indicate?"

He was indeed very straightforward.

He asked without any hesitation.

Actually, there's nothing special; he and Song Huan Yan are a legitimate married couple.

Kissing is perfectly normal.

But Meng Zhangfeng blushed.

Nan Gong Yu was a bit speechless, saying, "It's not you who kissed, so why are you blushing?"

Meng Zhangfeng: "..."

"Um…" Meng Zhangfeng wiped his sweat, "I truly have no experience in this area. I think it should be… the first time, right?"

However, Meng Zhangfeng also suddenly recalled the incident at Song Residence last time.

So was that ex‑boyfriend just talking nonsense?

At that moment Chu Yue said, "Besides that possibility, there's another one."

Nan Gong Yu looked at her.

Chu Yue lowered her eyes, "I dare to say, another possibility is… it's pretended."

In fact, Nan Gong Yu thought the same.

It's just these two possibilities.