Chapter 225: Emotional Intelligence Is Off the Charts

For more than half a month, Song Qingtian has been sitting by General Manager Ling’s side, attending meetings and making her debut in the company—all under the guise of being his secretary.

People who don’t know any better assume that Song Qingtian is Ling Hanyu’s secretary, and even Ling Hanyu himself refers to her as “Secretary Song.”

As a result, no one bothers to question her true identity anymore.

Still, Song Qingtian’s beauty is undeniably captivating.

The initial misunderstandings and lack of understanding are slowly beginning to clear up.

And as these barriers come down, Song Qingtian has caught the eye of quite a few male employees at the company, including some senior executives.

But Song Qingtian is busy—ever since she agreed to fulfill her marital obligations by serving as Ling Hanyu’s secretary, she has transformed into his number-one assistant.

Even Yang Yifan can’t quite keep up.

Yet over these past few weeks, a new dynamic has emerged between Song Qingtian and Ling Hanyu.

At first, Song Qingtian couldn’t believe that Ling Hanyu would actually make such a promise:

If she stayed by his side and faithfully served as his chief female secretary, he’d be willing to forgo becoming her husband—and even consider divorce.

Song Qingtian was filled with hope at this prospect.

She still hasn’t figured out why Ling Hanyu would do such a thing, but since it was his idea, it presented an opportunity for her. There was no reason not to cooperate.

Song Qingtian was essentially starting afresh. According to Ling Hanyu, if she performed well and they really could remain just colleagues, he’d be open to her transitioning from wife to secretary—and then divorce could be put on the table.

Song Qingtian remained wary of Ling Hanyu’s ambiguous stance.

Still, as long as they didn’t get too close or end up sharing a bed, that was a good thing.

Song Qingtian had a firm, decisive style; she was serious and hardworking.

So right after taking office, she dove straight into her duties.

This also allowed everyone at the company to see a different side of Song Qingtian.

Ling Hanyu especially noticed.

When he saw someone staring at Song Qingtian, he shifted his gaze to her, who was keeping her head down. Though she was fully focused, she always sensed when he looked at her.

She figured it must be a woman’s sixth sense.

Song Qingtian no longer hid her handwriting from Ling Hanyu; over the past two weeks, he’d asked her more than once who she’d learned calligraphy from.

At first, he kept asking.

But these past few days, he hardly ever asks anymore.

Song Qingtian couldn’t help but feel that he was deliberately keeping his distance just to observe her.

Ling Hanyu had already decided she was an impostor.

Yet her body was right here—she’d undergone every possible test and comparison, and she was undeniably Song Qingtian.

Ling Hanyu couldn’t possibly deny the scientific evidence.

And she wasn’t afraid of that either.

So in some situations, she wasn’t afraid of letting him find out.

After all, once someone like Ling Hanyu starts doubting something, it’s as good as admitting it.

Explaining would only be covering up; not explaining was the honest way to go.

When Song Qingtian finished writing the final character, she looked over at Ling Hanyu.

Ling Hanyu’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t say a word—he just studied her face intently with his eyes.

Song Qingtian thought maybe there was something on her face: “Is there something on my face?”

Ling Hanyu reached up and brushed her cheek. Song Qingtian jumped back in surprise.

Ling Hanyu smiled and said, “Keep going.”

Song Qingtian’s ears turned bright red. This damn man—why did he have to touch her?

She quickly turned her head and resumed taking notes.

But she felt very uncomfortable.

Ling Hanyu leaned back, his eyes half-closed, looking drowsy.

When the meeting ended, Song Qingtian stood up and set down her police statement.

Ling Hanyu raised his eyes and watched Song Qingtian walk toward the bathroom.

As soon as she moved, the pen tucked into her hair fell out, and her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Song Qingtian had no idea how beautiful this was—she couldn’t even see it herself, let alone think much of it. She bent down to pick up the pen, then walked while raising both hands to pull her hair up and casually stuck the pen back in.

Ling Hanyu lowered his gaze and stared out the window.

The more they spent time together, the more certain he became:

Song Qingtian wasn’t really Song Qingtian.

But every physical examination had confirmed that her body was indeed Song Qingtian.

So if that was the case…

Ling Hanyu tilted his head back and narrowed his eyes.

Some things really were strange.

When Song Qingtian returned from the bathroom, she checked her phone.

Ling Hanyu opened his eyes and looked at her. It had been half a month since he’d last touched her—his patience had reached its limit.

He’d barely brushed against her during the meeting, and already he was restless.

“What are you looking at?”

Ling Hanyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his voice dropped low and resonated with magnetic power—listening to him could practically make your ears pregnant.

Song Qingtian instinctively looked up: “Are you feeling unwell?”

Ling Hanyu’s eyes never left Song Qingtian; a hint of displeasure flickered in his gaze. Did he care whether she was comfortable or not?

“I’ll pour you some water.”

Song Qingtian went to fetch the water, while Ling Hanyu loosened his collar and tilted his head back to catch his breath.

Song Qingtian set the water down and waited for him to drink.

Ling Hanyu took one look, then stood up and began drinking.

He drained the glass in one gulp.

Song Qingtian frowned: “Do you have a cold?”

Ling Hanyu set the glass down: “Do you think I’m sick?”

Song Qingtian couldn’t tell, so she didn’t respond.

Ling Hanyu didn’t want to waste words—smart though he was, his emotional intelligence was off the charts.

Being smart was tantamount to being stupid!

End of Chapter 225: Emotional Intelligence Is Off the Charts