Chapter 19 - Can You Keep A Secret?

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nSong Xing Xing could feel his legs turned to jelly. She was very sure that the man had not recognized her in the room. However, right now, she was not so sure anymore.

nShe is just a post-production crew. It made no sense that the big boss wanted to see her in private right? If he did not recognize her, he would not ask her to go and see him, right?

nAs she followed after the special assistant towards another private room, Song Xing Xing had the urge to cry.

nShe could not figure out why he wanted to see her. After all, the matter about her trespassing the venue was settled and Song Xing Xing did not think that there was anything else left to discuss.

nUnless if that man was going to think that she had come to his company to find materials on him again.

nMany times, she was tempted to turn around and run. But that person in front of her would turn around once every few seconds as if he was keeping his eyes on her.

nShe is so dead.

nSong Xing Xing had the thought that after she met that man again, she will no longer be able to come out again.

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"Miss Song, we're here.

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nThe special assistance's voice snapped her out of her trance.

nSong Xing Xing snapped out of her trance and flashed an awkward smile at him. As the man knocked on the door and pushed the door open, Song Xing Xing snapped out of her trance and took a deep breath.

nSpecial Assistant Bei Yuan showed her into the room and she had no other choice but to enter the room.

nThe moment she walked in, Song Xing Xing saw that her big boss was sitting at the center of the room with his phone in his hand. Her breath hitched as he lifted his head to look at her. She then realized that there were only two of them in the room.

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"You're here.

" Lu Xun waved his hand at her, gesturing her to come into the room.

nWith such pressure, Song Xing Xing entered the room and heard the special assistant closed the door behind her. Her heartbeat accelerated as she stepped forward.

nFeigning her confidence, she then flashed him a smile.

"President Lu. You were looking for me?

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nLu Xun chuckled.

"President Lu? You're not going to call me uncle, anymore?

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nThe smile on her face froze.

nIt was just as she had expected. This man definitely recognized her! Various thoughts came to her mind and Song Xing Xing wondered if he had called her over to settle some scores.

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"President Lu Xun! I'm sorry,

" Song Xing Xing spoke quickly.

"I didn't mean to. It was a misunderstanding. I am not a reporter.

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nLu Xun was amused at her frightened look. He gave her a look over as he recalled the conversation he had with the organizer the other day. That manager had told him that the person he had sent to the police station was someone that came from an influential family.

nOnce he heard about the other party, Lu Xun could not hide his shock. It was a small world. Song Xing Xing's cousin brother, Song Yi, happened to be an acquaintance of his best friend.

nLu Xun met with Song Yi and discussed a few things. There was no damage done. As long as Song Xing Xing had deleted the photo from her gallery Lu Xun will agree to let the matter passed.

nHe had thought that it would be the end of things. However, he did not expect that he would run into that woman again. This time, she had appeared as his new staff.

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"I already heard the explanation from your brother, Song Yi,

" Lu Xun spoke.

"What happened that day was a misunderstanding between us. But in my defense, you really do look like a stalker.

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nSong Xing Xing continued to stare at the man in front of her with a dazed expression. Her brain was a little slow to process what was going on.

"President Lu Xun. I can promise you that I am not a stalker,

" Song Xing Xing spoke once she snapped out of her thought.

nA chuckle escaped him.

"So, you're here as a post-production crew.

" Lu Xun stood up and walked over to her.

"But, the question is… what is the young miss of the Song family doing here, working as a video editor?

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nHer eyes grew wide.

"You know who I am?

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"Hmm…

" He nodded.

"Song Yi told me.

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nSong Xing Xing was quick to figure out that the reason this man had let her go had something to do with Song Yi. However, she really did not expect the two of them to know each other. Since he knew that she came from that family, he should be very familiar with her cousin, right?

nOnce she realized that the man in front of her knew about her identity as the young miss of the Song's family, Song Xing Xing quickly composed herself and took a deep breath to calm down.

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"President Lu Xun, since you already know about my identity, can you help me to keep it a secret?

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nLu Xun stared at the person in front of him for a long time.

nHe had heard stories about the people from an influential family and had met a few of the young ladies. Someone like Song Xing Xing lived in a different world than him. Logically speaking, she should not appear at his company as his staff. Moreover, the position she applied for was a video editor.

nWhen he saw her among his staff, Lu Xun was curious to know why did she appear in front of him.

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"Please,

" Song Xing Xing spoke when the man did not give her a response.

"I like this job and I love doing what I am doing now. President Lu Xun, I can promise you that I am not here to play around. If you ask the others, you will know that I am someone who is dedicated to my job. I cannot let others know about my identity. I promise that I won't make any trouble.

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nLu Xun pondered over her words and decided that he did not care about her identity.

"I won't say a word about who you are. As long as you do your job well, I won't care about who you are. But you should know that there is no special treatment in this company.

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"Un. I know. As long as I'm here, I am your staff and you are my boss. There will be no special treatment.

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nHis eyes narrowed as he wondered if he was making the right decision.

"Alright. You can go now.

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nSong Xing Xing heaved a breath with relief and flashed him a smile.

"President Lu Xun, thank you!

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