Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 12: This man is damnably sweet (12)

Mu Chili listened to the sound of rain outside, a soft pattering sound that was difficult to make out.

The person beside her was breathing softly. Song Zhishu felt a little cold, and unconsciously hugged the stiff person next to her, letting out a satisfied sigh before continuing to sleep.

Mu Chili had no such thoughts; the little person beside him was making him feel hot all over, but the person was sleeping soundly. He sighed and could only continue to endure it. His eyes held a tenderness he himself didn't realize.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 10, current affection level is 80]

[Ding! Target's corruption value -30, current corruption value -30, current corruption value 41]

When Song Zhishu woke up the next day, Mu Chili had already left early, leaving only breakfast on the table. But this proved to Song Zhishu that he had begun to care about her.

With an uncontrollable smile playing on her lips, Song Zhishu ate breakfast in a good mood and went to work.

However, she made an unpleasant discovery: Mu Chili was distancing herself from her.

He never works overtime; it's a habit of Mu Chili's, and it's very harmful to his health. But now, he's working overtime every day. When he wakes up in the morning, Song Zhishu is still fast asleep, and when he comes back at night, it's already past midnight. Song Zhishu can't stay awake until he gets back.

This infuriated Song Zhishu, and finally one day, she cornered Mu Chili, who was waking up late. He feigned composure, but his eyes betrayed his undisguised panic. He cautiously raised his head, meeting Song Zhishu's cold gaze.

"Why have you been avoiding me lately?" Song Zhishu asked unhappily.

"I didn't!" he retorted instinctively, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.

Song Zhishu frowned, clearly disbelieving, but the other party had already escaped her clutches and headed straight for the company; their retreating figure looked like they were fleeing in panic.

Song Zhishu arrived at the company with a gloomy face, her mood very bad. She glanced at the president's office with the door tightly closed and sighed almost imperceptibly.

"Hold the comb!" Xiao Mi quickly grabbed her.

Song Zhishu had some impression of her; she was one of the few straightforward girls in the company. She gave her a standard professional smile and asked, "Is there something you need?"

She said hesitantly, "Today, you and the president were supposed to discuss something, but when the president heard that you were going, he decided not to go..."

Song Zhishu's eyelids twitched, and she barely managed to maintain a smile: "So you mean?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to go alone," Xiao Mi said timidly.

"Hoo." Song Zhishu exhaled a breath of stale air, and it took her a long time to suppress the anger in her heart. She flipped through the documents in her hand, and without looking up, said, "I know, I'll go alone in a while."

“Why don’t we find someone else? You’re the president’s sister, how could you do something like this…” Xiao Mi frowned. Although the Song family had protected Song Zhishu very well, and no reporters had ever been able to find out her name or appearance, these gossipy people still managed to get the fact that she was the eldest daughter of the Song family out of her.

Song Zhishu smiled amicably and shook her head: "I heard that the other party is quite difficult to deal with this time, and they insisted that the president and I go. Since they have agreed that I can go alone this time, we can't refuse again. That's fine, I'll go by myself."

Xiao Mi hesitated for a moment, then gave in: "Okay, then be careful. It should be written on the address."

Song Zhishu nodded, indicating that she could leave.