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About a month later, I found myself in a similar situation again. My supervisor assigned me a mentor, a middle-aged man who always praised my intelligence and capabilities. So, when the supervisor asked who would attend the networking event, my mentor immediately recommended me, smiling as he said, “Xiao Zhong is beautiful and smart; it would be quite impressive for her to go.”
Impressive? I was taken aback.
Sister Chen secretly informed me that this networking event was actually organized by a large company to showcase their social responsibility while also hosting a matchmaking activity. Several leaders from our company would also be attending to speak.
Oh, so it was just a social obligation.
In our office, only I and another colleague were single, and since I was the newcomer, even if my mentor hadn’t recommended me, this “good opportunity” would have fallen to me anyway.
During dinner, I discreetly asked Sister Chen, “How old is Luo Ge? Why is he still single?”
Sister Chen laughed and then looked up to ask him, “Yuan Shan, Xiao Zhong wants to know why you’re still single.”
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and wanted to find a hole to hide in, but honestly, it seemed quite normal to others. It was just my own insecurity.
He glanced at us but didn’t respond.
Sister Chen teased him, “He likes tall girls with long legs; his standards are pretty high.”
I maintained a calm exterior while secretly feeling pleased because I fit that description—tall with long legs.
Sister Chen told me he was thirty years old, seven years older than me.
I couldn't help but marvel at how young he looked!
On Sunday, I took a taxi to the event venue. As soon as I got out, I saw him standing at the entrance of the hall, dressed in a black suit that made him look particularly tall and upright.
“Good morning, Brother Luo,” I said, jogging over and slightly out of breath.
He looked me up and down and asked, “Do you live in Hua Yuan?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
The company dormitory is in the Hua Yuan community, close to the office and affordable, so of course I lived there.
He didn’t say anything more and turned to walk inside.
Watching his back, I smiled to myself. The fact that he knew I lived in Hua Yuan meant he had been listening during our chats, even if he hadn’t spoken much!
That day’s social event was incredibly dull. Since our company had a good relationship with the organizers and frequent business dealings, everyone was more or less familiar with each other.
This was something my date had mentioned at the "blind date meeting."
Before long, my role had turned into that of a drink blocker. Every toast made to Luo Yuanshan ended up in my stomach.
Finally, when I felt the world spinning around me, Luo Yuanshan spoke up, saying he had urgent matters to attend to and needed to leave.
Then he pulled me, who was barely coherent, out the door.
Once again, I found myself in his car. There was a faint fragrance inside—soft yet aloof—strangely fitting for his personality.
In an effort to maintain my composure, I fought to keep my eyes open but ultimately failed.
When I woke up, we were almost at Hua Yuan. He helped me downstairs, and as I turned to leave, he said, "Don't drink so much next time."
I don't know where I found the courage, but I turned around and shouted at him, "It's because of you!"
He seemed taken aback for a moment. Looking directly into his eyes, I suddenly came to my senses and quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
He replied softly, "It's my fault for not stopping them. I'm sorry. You should go rest now." With that, he turned and got into the car, which drove away swiftly.
I suddenly felt very wronged, an inexplicable sense of grievance.
Back in my room, my roommate was not there, so I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already past nine in the evening. Seeing a missed video call from my friend, I groggily called her back.
After she finished sharing some amusing stories, I told her about what had happened today.
After a long silence, she said slowly, "First and foremost, he is your boss; only then is he your crush. Do you understand?"
It hit me all at once—of course! He was my superior, and here I was scolding him for trying to protect me! This was a disaster!
In the end, I blamed everything on the alcohol.
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