Paper Lover At Old Town Bookstore Chapter 27

Finished

I held on to the wall and limped out of the president’s office. The severe pain in my ankle was intertwined with the anxiety in my heart.The door behind him closed gently, cutting off the gloomy atmosphere in the office, but not blocking the long sigh – the CEO’s voice was filled with indescribable complexity, like a secret hidden for many years, gently echoing in the empty corridor.

I can imagine his expression at this moment, maybe he is frowning, maybe he is rubbing old things with his fingertips, and there are emotions in his eyes that I can’t understand.

What made him irritated was never the ambiguity between me and Xu Xingruo, but my sudden “irrationality”.

In the past, I was the most reliable manager in the company. I was so rational that I was almost indifferent. I would never be hindered by the love between my children and my children, and I would never lose control in public.But ever since Xu Xingruo appeared, ever since I entered this novel, all my sanity has collapsed little by little.

I know his secret – he watched me grow up, watched me step by step to where I am today, holds the ties of my original family in his hands, and also knows how I killed all the softness in my heart for the sake of my career.

He was afraid that I would make the same mistake again, that I would lose everything I had worked hard for for many years for a woman; but what he was even more afraid of was that perhaps my belated “sobriety” would reveal the past that he had always wanted to hide.

The lights in the corridor reflected my shadow, which was crooked and resembled my chaotic state of mind at the moment.I will set off early tomorrow morning. Within a week, I must find a way to protect Xu Xingruo.

Even if the CEO wants to separate us, even if Yang Changwen is eyeing her, and even if the inertia of the plot is so strong, I will never let her lead to the destined tragedy.

After the office door was completely closed, the president slowly stood up, walked behind the large desk, and touched the metal handle of the drawer with his fingertips, his movements almost pious and cautious.

He pulled out an old wooden box and made a slight “click” sound when he opened it. There was only a yellowed photo lying quietly inside – 17-year-old me wearing a white shirt, leaning under the old locust tree with a big smile. The sun fell on my shoulders through the branches and leaves, and even my hair was glowing with golden light.

The president’s fingertips gently stroked my eyebrows and eyes in the photo. The indifference in his eyes had long since faded, replaced by paranoia and bitterness that were too thick to be resolved.

He murmured in a low voice, his voice as light as a sigh, but with heartbreaking stubbornness: “Why don’t you know my feelings for you?”

“I’ve watched you grow up since childhood, and watched you grow from a young boy to what you are today. I thought I just wanted to accompany you and protect you.” His fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on the photo, as if through time. “But you have to come into contact with those women, and you are jealous of irrelevant men like Yang Changwen, and you have made yourself so embarrassed.”

“How good you were before, sensible and calm, with only work in your eyes, and never losing control for anyone.” He pressed the photo tightly to his chest, with suppressed pain in his voice, “Now for Xu Xingruo, you have abandoned your own principles and don’t even take my words seriously…”

The only sound left in the office was his heavy breathing, and the yellowed photo hid his secret thoughts spanning many years, as well as his almost pathological possessiveness towards me – he was not disgusted with my relationship with Xu Xingruo, but anyone who tried to get close to me and occupy my attention, whether it was a woman or a man.

The apartment was completely silent. The sensor light at the entrance had not been turned on for a long time. Only a little moonlight leaked in from the window, barely outlining the outline of the furniture.

I had just bent down to change my shoes when a sudden force came from the back of my neck. I was pressed hard against the cold door, and my chest hit the hard wood. I groaned in pain.

Before she could react, warm breath came over her, with a faint smell of cedar, and her lips were grabbed hard.

The kiss was ferocious and paranoid, with irresistible possessiveness. The tip of his tongue arbitrarily pried open the teeth and plundered the air in the mouth.

My mind went blank, and the strength of my struggle was like a mayfly shaking a tree in the face of his absolute strength.Through the faint moonlight, I saw his face clearly—Song Zhili!

President?Why is he here?!

Countless question marks popped up, and my eyes widened suddenly. All I felt was absurd shock: There was no such plot in the novel!Isn’t he an elder who has watched me grow up and has high hopes for me?How could you do such an illegal thing?

The force between his lips and teeth became heavier and heavier, with a hint of punishment and ferocity. His hands gripped my waist tightly, as if he wanted to embed me into my bones and blood.I tried my best to dodge with my head tilted, my breathing was so rapid that I was almost suffocating, and there was only one ridiculous thought left in my mind: Am I… being treated like zero?!

“Don’t hide.” His low voice was close to my ear, with heavy breathing and suppressed paranoia, “Qiu Sheng, you can only be mine.”

His fingertips were hot, burning my skin through my shirt. His almost pathological possessiveness was the same as the indifferent chief referee in the office during the day.

I was shocked and angry. I raised my hand and pushed his chest hard. My voice was broken due to suffocation: “Song, Song Zhili! Let me go!”