Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 41: 41. Some things do not need to be spelled out. Chapter 41: 41. Some things do not need to be spelled out. All the dishes had been served, but Song Qinghuan barely ate any, as the other three people did not even touch their chopsticks. Boss Tan and Wang Yiling have been engrossed in conversation.

The secretary, diligent as ever, watched their conversation intently.

Sitting before a table full of food but unable to partake liberally, Song Qinghuan could not think of anything else that was more torturous.

Suddenly, Wang Yiling’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and then apologized to Boss Tan, saying, “Boss Tan, I’m sorry. Let me step outside to take this call.”

Having received his nod of approval, she picked up her phone and left the private room.

At this moment, the male secretary seated by Boss Tan’s side also stood up suddenly, declaring, “I need to use the restroom.”

Then, the private room was left with only Boss Tan and Song Qinghuan inside.

Boss Tan turned his gaze toward Song Qinghuan and smiled.

While Song Qinghuan was irked by his smile, she still put on a fake one in response.

Upon completion of her forced grin, she felt uneasy about it.

That’s because Boss Tan even shifted seats to Wang Yiling’s vacant place, right next to Song Qinghuan.

Meanwhile, the ulterior motive behind his eyes slowly unveiled itself.

He pulled slightly at her coat and asked, seemingly full of ulterior motives, “Miss Song, the room is heated. Aren’t you hot wearing all these?”

Without revealing any emotions, Song Qinghuan lifted her arm and touched her forehead, “Not really, my constitution tends to be cold.”

Her gesture made Boss Tan’s face darken momentarily, but he quickly recovered his smile, asking, “Miss Song, is your appetite not well today? You haven’t been eating much.”

Song Qinghuan moved slightly away from him and replied softly, “No, I am just not very hungry, so I ate less.”

“Tsk tsk, that’s no good. At your age, you have to eat more,” said Boss Tan as he picked up a piece of chicken with his own chopsticks and placed it into Song Qinghuan’s bowl, “especially more meat. That’s how the areas that need to grow will actually grow.”

As he made the allusion, he lewdly glanced at Song Qinghuan’s chest. Simultaneously, his hand moved onto Song Qinghuan’s thigh.

Frightened, Song Qinghuan swiftly stood up. Her face turned cold.

Weighing the circumstances, she tried to keep her voice steady, “Boss Tan, I am going to check on Manager Wang.”

Boss Tan was not at all bothered by her coldness. He replied with a grin, “Miss Song, you are smart, and so is Manager Wang. I always like working with smart people. Therefore, some things don’t need to be pointed out ‘explicitly’, right, Miss Song?”

Song Qinghuan forced a smile to freeze her face, her icy gaze directed at Boss Tan. Her expression was not pleasant.

Boss Tan stopped smiling at the right moment, “Did I say something not good? Miss Song, please don’t be scared by me. I respect women the most!!”