Taking Hearts

A Night of Kisses

(QING)

I will never admit to being foolish.

To believing an innocent face and sweet lips who did nothing but lie and steal from the company I will own one day.

Feng Jian Yu.

He dared made a fool out of me? Entering this company in disguise while all along he is a son of our biggest  and bitter competitor. Teasing and seducing me while stealing millions of yuan and precious informations on our company to pass on to his parent's business.

I am not a fool.

That is why when I learned about those missing millions and when I saw who signed those documents, I knew that he did it. He is the villain and he stole those money and more.

Every board members are also convinced that Feng Jian Yu, the junior accountant and spy from the other company did it.

Now let us see how his mother, the owner of Shang Builders can save her precious spy when I will make sure that that little trollop will rot in a prison cell from stealing from me.

I look outside the glass wall of my building to the Shanghai skyline outside. Has it just been a month ago when I kissed those lying lips in this very office?

It was during the anniversary part of the company. I saw him. I always look at him. Ever since I saw his picture on his resume when he applied almost two years ago.

That photo of him looking shy but happy. A mixed emotion photo. He looked like an angel not knowing how to smile to entice people to look at him.

Well I saw him. And I wanted him from the get go. But Feng Jian Yu was aloof and preferred to be alone. He doesn't make any friends during those times that he worked here. Always just working and eating alone.

Unsuspecting.

How will you suspect a quiet mouse who did nothing but go to work on time, sometimes even earlier than usual, and never complain when asked to take an overtime? How will you suspect someone who always finished his work on time and more?

He was a model employee. Quiet and efficient. Helpful to his superiors and not abusive to those who came after him. He lets people borrow his things and never complain when they fail to return them. He was the quiet mouse who packed his own lunch and eat while still working.

He was too good to be true. And he turned out to be a lie.

He was a tease too. On that party, Feng Jian Yu remained the lone recluse. Just staying in one corner and taking drinks from the roaming waiters. He will clap when he needed to clap. Will take a step back when someone passed too close, almost blending with the curtains.

Not wanting to be seen. Not wanting any attention.

But I saw him. He commands my attention. With his clean, fresh looking, innocent face. His eyeglasses can drive me wild, just thinking of taking it off his pretty eyes. His lips, his habit of biting them when he is nervous, shy or scared which means most of the time.

I notice it all.

I notice his compact body inside his clean, plain outfits. Always with the shirts, slacks and black shoes. I think he only had a handful of clothes as I can see him mix matching them all the time. When he had something new on his wardrobe I always knew because I always notice.