1RomanceEB Chapter 28 How about a kiss?
Chapter 28 How about a kiss?
Wang Bo was taken aback.
Zhou Yuji had already retreated, a sly smile in her eyes: "But... I feel so warm inside, thank you."
She checked the time: "I really should go check my luggage now, or I'll have to wait in line."
Wang Bo helped her lift the huge backpack—it was indeed heavy; even he, a man, found it difficult to carry, so he wondered how Zhou Yuji had carried it so easily earlier.
After checking in their luggage and getting their boarding passes, the two walked to the security checkpoint.
All around me were hurried passengers, flight information was being broadcast over the loudspeaker, and there was a sense of farewell in the air.
"Let's leave it here." Zhou Yuji turned around to face Wang Bo.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the airport's huge glass windows, gilding her with a golden edge. Although her outfit today was clearly "hardcore," standing in the light, her eyes and brows softened, giving her an indescribable gentleness.
"Wang Bo," she said softly, "make good music, and treat Xiaoxiao and Yiyi well—they're both good girls, one too shrewd and the other too innocent, but they're both good-hearted. Also, remember to send me postcards."
Wang Bo nodded: "Definitely."
Zhou Yuji looked at him for several seconds, then suddenly smiled.
Then she stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, cupped Wang Bo's face in her hands, and gave him a quick kiss on his left cheek.
It was loud and forceful, carrying the faint scent of lip balm on her lips.
Wang Bo froze.
Zhou Yuji released her grip, took a step back, and looked at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
The next second, her expression turned serious. She tilted her head, stared into Wang Bo's eyes, and lowered her voice: "Wang Bo, how about... a kiss?"
Wang Bo's brain went blank.
The noisy background noise of the airport faded away instantly, and he could only hear his own heartbeat, thump-thump-thump, like a drum.
Zhou Yuji tilted her head slightly, her lips a healthy pink, still glistening with moisture from the coffee she had just drunk.
If Wang Bo just nodded, or if he just moved forward a little, he could kiss her.
The thought raced through his mind like wildfire.
However, he quickly realized that asking this question meant he couldn't kiss her!
If you really want to kiss, why not just kiss?
Wang Bo tried to make his expression look natural: "Didn't you introduce me to your best friend Su Xiaoxiao?"
Zhou Yuji thought for a moment and nodded, "That's true... then never mind."
She patted Wang Bo on the shoulder: "Okay, then we won't kiss. Treat Xiaoxiao well from now on. That girl is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, she's actually very innocent, so be more accommodating to her."
Wang Bo explained, "My relationship with President Su is purely professional..."
"Your relationship will develop into something else while you're working together," Zhou Yuji interrupted him, blinking. "I'm rooting for you two."
She glanced at her watch: "I really have to go, or my plane won't wait for me."
She turned around and strode towards the security checkpoint. Her high ponytail silhouette, bathed in the morning sunlight, looked as dashing as a female knight-errant about to conquer the world.
Wang Bo stood there, watching her show her boarding pass, go through security, put away her documents, and finally disappear at the end of the passage.
The spot on my cheek where I was kissed still retained a soft, warm touch and a faint scent of lip balm.
Wang Bo turned and left the airport, taking a taxi back to the city.
On the way, he received a WeChat message from Zhou Yuji, which was a photo—she was already sitting in the cabin, by the window, with the airport runway outside the window.
She flashed a "V" sign at the camera, her smile dazzlingly bright.
At 9:50 a.m., Wang Bo stood downstairs in the office building where "Xiaoyi Culture Media" was located and looked up at the more than 30-story glass curtain wall building.
Compared to the old-fashioned office building of Yuji Entertainment, this place is clearly several levels up.
The lobby had a gleaming marble floor, a receptionist in uniform, and a faint fragrance in the air—not cheap air freshener, but some kind of woody perfume that smelled expensive.
Wang Bo specially changed into a relatively formal outfit—a light gray shirt, black casual pants, and his hair was carefully styled.
But standing here, watching those well-dressed elites come and go, he still felt like a deliveryman who had mistakenly wandered into a high-end restaurant.
"Mr. Wang?" A gentle female voice interrupted his thoughts.
Wang Bo turned his head and saw a young woman in a business suit standing smiling beside him, with a name tag hanging around her neck—President's Assistant, Lin Meijia.
"I'm President Su's assistant. President Su asked me to come down and meet you." Lin Meijia gestured for him to come with her. "Please follow me. President Su is already waiting for you."
The elevator ascended at a steady speed, and Wang Bo's face was reflected in the mirrored wall.
"Mr. Wang's performance last night was absolutely fantastic," Lin Meijia said sincerely. "I watched the live stream, and then watched the live video countless times on short video platforms. That song, 'The You of the Past,' truly touched my heart."
"Thank you," Wang Bo replied politely.
"Everyone in the company was talking about you this morning," Lin Meijia said with a smile. "Several colleagues said they wanted to be among your first fans. President Su was also in a particularly good mood today and had the legal department send the contract over first thing this morning."
The elevator stopped on the 28th floor, the doors opened, and a spacious and bright office area came into view.
The open-plan workstations are neatly arranged, with employees either busy at their computers or discussing things in hushed tones, creating a professional and efficient atmosphere.
The walls are adorned with artwork and posters of projects the company was involved in producing, and there's even a white grand piano in the corner.
"This way, please." Lin Meijia led Wang Bo through the office area to a heavy solid wood door.
She knocked gently on the door: "Ms. Su, Mr. Wang has arrived."
"Come in," came Su Xiaoxiao's voice.
Pushing open the door, the first thing Wang Bo saw was a floor-to-ceiling window with a city skyline outside. Sunlight streamed in, making the entire office bright and airy.
The office is large and decorated in a minimalist modern style, with black, white and gray as the main colors, accented with some metallic decorations and green plants.
A large desk faces the door, behind which is a wall of bookshelves filled with books and trophies.
Su Xiaoxiao was sitting behind her desk. Today she was wearing a light gray suit skirt, the neat cut of which made her look tall and straight.
Her hair was still styled in a low bun, her makeup was exquisite, and her lip color was a gentle mauve. She looked professional and capable without being too assertive.
Seeing Wang Bo enter, she put down the documents in her hand, stood up, and gave a perfectly timed smile: "You're here, have a seat."
There were two chairs in front of the desk, and Wang Bo chose one of them to sit down.
Su Yiyi was also there. She was sitting on the sofa by the window, wearing a beige knitted sweater with a light blue long skirt, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and she was making tea.
Upon seeing Wang Bo, she smiled gently and handed him a cup of tea: "It's freshly brewed, be careful it's hot."
"Thank you," Wang Bo said, accepting the gift.
Su Xiaoxiao picked up a bound document from the table and pushed it in front of Wang Bo: "This is the official contract. Take a look at it first. The profit sharing ratio, publicity investment, and copyright of the works are all set up according to the standards for top-tier singers."