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Ma Yue was straightforward and called Shen Kun over. I handed him the questionnaire, telling him it needed to be completed within a week. To my surprise, less than three days later, Shen Kun returned it to me with a total of five hundred responses, not a single one missing.
I was astonished. The questionnaire spanned over twenty pages and contained quite a few specialized questions; completing just one would take at least twenty minutes. Moreover, Shen Kun was an intern and likely had limited connections. Yet, he managed to gather five hundred responses in under three days, impressing me with both his speed and the quality of the results.
Shen Kun explained that he had created a small program to host the questionnaire, where all his contacts were accessible. I opened the program and saw that the questions were all multiple-choice or true/false, making it easy to complete with just a click.
Now it made sense. "Thank you, Shen Kun," I said appreciatively.
"You're welcome," he replied with a smile.
I initially wanted to treat Shen Kun to a meal as a token of gratitude, but he ended up paying for it in advance. Reluctantly, I decided to bring him a small gift when I returned from my business trip.
After that, our interactions increased. He often came to the office to see Ma Yue, and since I was Ma Yue's subordinate, we became more familiar with each other over time. I enjoyed joking around and often made light-hearted jokes while chatting with Ma Yue. However, Shen Kun was different; he would frequently turn red from embarrassment at my teasing.
"Miao Miao, stop teasing him so much; he's sensitive," Ma Yue said while patting Shen Kun on the shoulder with a laugh.
I waved my hand dismissively. "What's wrong with that? Nowadays, girls like someone who's a bit bold."
"Ah, you should find a fiery girl in the future; I guarantee she'll keep you in line," Shen Kun said.
His face turned red, and he fell silent.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother urged me to find a partner, and she was quite insistent about it.
Shen Kun suggested, "How about I pretend to be your boyfriend to help you deal with your parents' marriage pressure?"
I thought for a moment and found the idea quite appealing. So, I took Shen Kun home with me.
Shen Kun was handsome and charming, easily winning over my parents and making them very happy. Before we left, my mother handed him a large red envelope.
On the way back, Shen Kun said, "Your parents like me so much; what if no one wants me now?"
I joked, "Then I'll support you."
He looked at me with a playful smile in his eyes. "Okay, I'll remember that."
Of course, I was just joking. I wouldn't date someone younger than me. If he were five years younger, it would be even more impossible.
Not long after that, Shen Kun started working at a Fortune 500 company. During that time, I had just switched jobs and was facing a career bottleneck.
Shen Kun invited Ma Yue and a few old classmates for a gathering. That night, I drank a lot and got completely drunk.
It was Shen Kun who took me home. He helped me inside, poured me some water, and wiped my face. I was so intoxicated that I didn't even remember when I fell asleep.
I only vaguely remember that Shen Kun was about to leave. Suddenly, I didn't want him to go. So, I grabbed his hand and said, "Shen Kun, will you stay with me?"
When I woke up, I found myself lying on a strange bed, with Shen Kun's arm wrapped around my shoulder. I jumped up in shock. I actually...
I looked down at my bare self, my mind buzzing. How could this happen?
I carefully got out of bed, wanting to escape the scene. But accidentally, I woke Shen Kun.
He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at me, a smile spreading across his face. He brushed my messy hair aside and leaned down to kiss me.
My brain completely crashed.
"Um... I got drunk last night. I... I didn't mean to, I'm sorry," I stammered.
"I know," he replied, gently ruffling my hair with a soft smile.
"Miao Miao, you have to take responsibility for me," he said.
Responsibility? Those two words felt like sharp knives piercing my heart.
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