ALL NOVEL Chapter 13: A Bewitching Message
Chapter 13: A Bewitching Message
Su Mu stared at his phone for a long time, typing and deleting repeatedly. If Chu Hanting had opened their chat window at that moment, he would have seen the endless loop of “Other party is typing…”
After much hesitation, Su Mu finally decided to send a “good morning” sticker of a peach cat.
Chu Hanting was an extremely disciplined person. As CEO, he still strictly maintained the same working hours as his employees.
Often, he would still be working overtime even after the group’s employees had gone home.
Slaving away to build and strengthen the Chu Group.
Usually, he spent his mornings reviewing various documents, and afternoons were filled with meetings or partnership discussions – a truly dedicated CEO.
He had just settled into his comfortable minimalist high-back chair, with his phone placed at the corner of his desk, when the screen lit up.
For convenience, his WeChat was always set to light up the screen with pop-up notifications for incoming messages.
He casually glanced at it – normally at this hour, only his assistant would disturb him.
But the profile picture caught his attention – it was Su Mu, whom he had just added yesterday. The avatar showed a lazy orange cat sunbathing in the afternoon.
He picked up his phone and opened the message. It was an animated sticker of a peach-shaped cartoon cat popping its head out of a box to say good morning.
He had initially thought there might be some trouble, some request for help, but Chu Hanting waited a while and no follow-up message came.
So it was just a simple good morning greeting? Not small talk leading to a favor?
Chu Hanting felt something unusual stir in his heart.
There was both the novelty of never having received such a greeting before, and a tiny bit of guilt for having misjudged the sender’s intentions.
Logically, Chu Hanting had no interest in such cute things, and if anyone else had done this, he would have dismissed it as childish.
But somehow, he found himself in a good mood.
Yang, his assistant, was a poor soul. Having a workaholic boss meant he was basically on call 24/7 year-round.
When the boss started work, he had to follow suit.
At this moment, he was walking in with freshly brewed coffee when he caught sight of President Chu smiling at his phone.
Shocking!!!
Yang Hua felt goosebumps rising.
If he could freely post on social media, he would have really wanted to write:
‘People, who understands? The President Chu who keeps a gloomy face 360 days a year and transforms into a work machine is actually smiling to himself early in the morning! Today is a good day – I should check which usually rejected documents I can try to slip through.’
But being highly professional, Yang Hua maintained his usual expression, still the emotionless worker bee.
As he was carefully setting down the coffee and preparing to leave—
“Yang Hua, if someone sends you a good morning message, shouldn’t you reply politely?”
Huh?? Yang Hua looked puzzled. “Yes… probably.”
Could it be that President Chu’s intelligence drops when he’s in a good mood? Is that why he usually maintains such a serious demeanor?
If this was the President Chu who asked such elementary questions, he thought maybe it wasn’t so bad that the president usually stayed serious.
Meanwhile, after sending his message, Su Mu had tossed his phone onto the bed, not expecting a reply.
When he saw Chu Hanting’s “morning” response, he clutched the phone to his chest and rolled around on the bed in visible joy, his earlobes unconsciously turning pink.
He hadn’t been ignored or found annoying – it was a good start.
Su Mu didn’t reply further; too much persistence would be inappropriate. Haste makes waste.
If Chu Hanting had been so devoted to him in his past life when he was foolish, he refused to believe he couldn’t win him over now that he had his wits about him!!!
For the rest of the morning, Su Mu stayed in his room organizing information since his reincarnation.
Besides pursuing Chu Hanting, he had several other tasks.
First was returning to his birth father. In his previous life, influenced by the Su family, he had grown distant from his biological father. He’d rarely visited him, and the last news he’d heard was that his father had died of cancer.
Second was obtaining the qualifying certificate for the New Youth Cup Piano Competition and winning an award there.
At lunch, the atmosphere at the table had improved considerably. Su Mu guessed Su father must have said something.
Of course – weren’t they just trying to use him to connect with the Chu family? So they wouldn’t drive him away yet.
Anyway, the day he’d leave the Su family wasn’t far off. He hoped these people would stay quiet during his remaining time here.
He didn’t want to argue with these squawking chickens every day – even verbal sparring with them was exhausting.
In the afternoon, he went to the piano room, planning to practice for the upcoming competition.
Though confident in his abilities, sometimes one shouldn’t be too cocky or look down on others – there might always be someone better out there.
The New Youth Cup was practically a ladder to heaven for all piano students. Getting on it meant one foot in the door of the elite circle; failing meant staying where you were.
So he couldn’t be careless. He would prepare well and give it his all.
The piano room was in a small building next to the Su mansion’s main building, specially set aside for his practice.
Truth be told, if not for everything that happened in his previous life revealing the Su family’s true nature…
Their previous treatment of him had indeed been enough to lull him into believing they truly cared for him. But he later understood that all their kindness carried ulterior motives.
The Su family’s investment in him was hoping to recoup their costs and bring them more benefits later.
Before even entering the piano room, Su Mu heard unbearable, chaotic piano sounds from outside.
No exaggeration – even a chicken’s claw randomly pressing keys would sound better than this.
He could barely resist the urge to curse, having guessed who was inside.
At the doorway, the sharp, piercing cacophony assaulted Su Mu’s ears like demonic sounds. He wanted to stuff his ears with cotton – truly, he was under magical attack.
Forget it, Su Mu sighed, not worth the suffering.
He quickly left the area, thinking he’d better practice in the school’s piano room instead.