Chapter Eight

What slightly eased Song Bai's mind was that he didn't see Ji Suiyun after that day. However, an assistant would bring the little girl to visit for two or three days a week. The kitchen in the Ji family mansion had only three chefs, but Ji Suan loved the nougat made by Song Bai and would insist every day that no one else could make it quite like him.

Ji Suiyun happened to have some feelings for Song Bai, so he let Ji Suian go and get familiar with him.

Song Bai was still normal, but unexpectedly it was Lu Fucheng's side that encountered trouble first.

The final payment for the Jing'an engineering project was supposed to be received by Monday, but due to the company account being managed by Ji Suiyun, it was delayed for a week due to some minor issues. When the date was finally confirmed and before the payment was made, there was a problem with the house.

The water pipe in the bathroom burst, and since no one was living in the house, by the time it was discovered, nearly 20 square meters of fragrant rosewood floorboards had been soaked. The estimated loss is over eight hundred thousand Chinese yuan, or roughly one hundred and twenty thousand US dollars.

When Lufucheng found out, he frowned immediately. He had waterproofed the bathroom for a full two meters, with the floor drain being two centimeters lower than the ground and a water seal height of five centimeters. According to the logical reasoning, even if there was a leak, it shouldn't have been this serious. It seemed much more like the drainage system was completely blocked.

When he went to check, he discovered that the drainage pipeline was indeed blocked, with a thick layer of decoration sand and diluted cement deposited inside. It was not reasonable for the workers to be lazy and flush these things into the drainage pipeline, but rather seemed like a vindictive act of someone who resented the wealthy.

We can't catch the person who actually did it, so the blame can only fall on Lu Fucheng's shoulders.

Lufucheng didn't not suspect that someone wanted to set him up, but the cost of doing so was too high.

In the afternoon, Ji Suiyun's female assistant arrived late, tiptoeing on seven-centimeter high heels and holding a document bag. In the small conference room on the seventh floor of the company, Jing Xiaoyan cleared her throat and said, Mr. Ji said that he can waive your responsibility, but you must be at the apartment every day at 7 o'clock, watching the workers take off the old floorboards and lay new ones with fish scale patterns. Is that okay?

The time and effort required for a second floor repaving were a significant cost, but he had no choice. Spending a little extra time and energy is still better than facing humiliation in the industry after the compensation has been settled.

The Argentina trip was once again put on hold. Lu Fucheng didn't want to worry Song Bai and didn't tell him about what happened. So in Song Bai's eyes, Lu Fucheng abandoned him again and took on some work.

Song Bai remained angry for several days, not allowing Lu Fucheng to approach him. Lu Fucheng didn't dare to get too close and provoke him, especially since Ji Suiyun insisted that he must be there by seven in the morning. As a result, Lu Fucheng went to bed early at night. Since the last time they saw Ji Suiyun, the two haven't been intimate with each other.

The evening that Ji Sui'an arrived was late, coinciding with Song Bai finishing work. The little girl had just bought some candy and acted coyly, insisting on walking Song Bai home. Song Bai liked her and didn't want to brush off her kind gesture, so he allowed her to hold his hand as they walked out together.

The driver opened the door for them, and Song Bai's breath caught for a moment as he saw Ji Suiyun sitting in the back seat, giving him a small smile and greeting.

Ji, Mr. Ji... Song Bai's face turned red as he took a small step back and said, I won't take up any more of your time...

It's alright, come up. I actually wanted to ask you something.

The little girl was still by his side, so Song Bai didn't say anything and bowed down to get onto the car.

Ji Suiyun sat beside him, and the sweet and tranquil fragrance became even more distinct. Song Bai also felt too reserved and impolite, so he casually found a topic to talk about.

Mr. Ji's cologne smells really good... Song Bai paused for a moment, glanced at the little girl, and didn't want to make her intentions too clear: My brother's birthday is coming up and I was wondering if you could tell me the brand, if it's convenient for you. I would like to give it to him as a gift. Song Bai knew that the other party would not be interested in him, but it's better to be clear from the start. This was his self-protection and also a bottom line he must adhere to in his relationship with Lu Fucheng.

Ji Suiyun held back the words she wanted to say, a hint of chill seeping out of her eyes. Song Bai had checked and knew about her relationship with the designer, but being rebutted like this really hurt Ji Suiyun's pride for the first time.

In his heart, he sneered, feeling that only a boy from a small town with a narrow perspective could say such words. He couldn't even weigh his own worth and always thought he could refuse and draw clear boundaries.

At the end of the day, someone like Song Bai is just a person that catches Ji Suiyun's eye. Ji Suiyun is willing to spend some time appreciating and playing with a few of Song Bai's collections. If he knows what's good for him, Song Bai will receive all that Ji Suiyun wants to give him and continue their relationship with the designer. But if Song Bai doesn't show any face, Ji Suiyun is more than willing to test his patience.

Regardless, since this person hasn't started working on it, Ji Suiyun doesn't want anyone else to touch it. Therefore, deliberately causing some problems with the house to give Lu Fucheng something to keep him busy.

Mr. Ji? Song Bai felt the almost tangible sense of pressure and finally spoke up.

Ji Suiyun did not look at him, but spoke gently: 'It's not perfume, it's the scent of Bai Qinan that someone gave me. Next time when Suian goes to the store, I'll have her bring you a piece.'

Song Bai politely expressed his gratitude and then recalled something. He casually asked, 'Mr. Ji, didn't you say you had something to discuss with me just now? What's up?'

Sui'an likes you, but running away like this is not a solution. Do you want to come to my place? I'll pay you triple the salary you receive at the store.

Without even thinking, Song Bai refused the offer. He enjoys working in the store, and he always feels that getting too close to Ji Suoyun is not a good thing. (Note: I have translated it into American English.)

Ji Su Yun grunted but didn't say anything.

Ji Sui'an was a little afraid of her elder brother, so she behaved herself at this time. Actually, the main reason for coming today was that Ji Suiyun wanted to see Song Bai, so the little girl didn't dare to say much.

We quickly arrived at the place where Song Bai lived. After expressing gratitude to Brother and Sister Ji Suiyun, Song Bai swiftly turned and left.

Ji Su Yun stared at the back of Song Bai, whose slender waist was covered by a light blue shirt. However, when a gentle breeze blew, the shirt clung to his skin, revealing his shapely waistline.

Ji Suiyun is a waist control. Most of the time he doesn't even need to look at a person's face. Even if the person is slender, they are still a man with a sturdy frame. On the other hand, Song Bai's waist is really like that of a girl, with a beautiful curve that doesn't look masculine.

The first time he met Song Bai was an accident. As someone with the status of Ji Suiyun, he couldn't just have unwarranted thoughts about anyone. The second time was on the side of the road, where he saw the boy's lovely smile and sharp little tiger teeth. The third time was at the Jing'an apartment, where he noticed Song Bai's snow-white figure beneath the pink sweatshirt that lifted slightly as he reached up to touch a wooden carving. In his mind, he thought that if he didn't get this person, he would itch for a long time.

And Ji Suiyun is not willing to compromise herself. She is not trying to make things difficult for a heterosexual male. Ji Suiyun has no hesitation or anxiety about focusing her attention on Song Bai. (Note: This translation is done in American English.)

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

Mr. Feng, I heard that you have purchased a new property. Have you done the interior design? I can recommend a designer for you.