Song Yuwei felt it was necessary to make some changes in her life in her twenty-first year.

This was a choice that would affect the rest of her life.

But she didn’t regret it; instead, she looked forward to it happening soon.

Because she had had enough of the days when the Song family was stuck in the mire.

However, she hadn’t mentioned the birthday thing to Su Zelin, nor to anyone else.

"It’s in the employee records, I’ve seen your file."

Su Zelin smiled.

Actually, in his previous life, he knew every woman’s birthday around him very well, and he had remembered them even when they were just targets.

As a scoundrel, this was an essential skill.

Women place great importance on rituals; birthday surprises are indispensable.

"Thank you!"

Song Yuwei accepted the gift box with both hands, feeling delighted inside.

Su Zelin was about to change into slippers when she squatted down voluntarily: "Boss, let me do it!"

The layabout didn’t act politely with her; in his previous life, he was used to Song Yuwei’s attentive service.

She was not only his secretary but also his personal life assistant.

Song MM half-kneeling on the ground to untie the shoe laces—this scene was familiar.

That’s right, in Ah Ping’s shared folder, there was a similar scene in a certain film.

She took out a pair of new, large-sized men’s plush shoes and put them on Su Zelin, then poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Boss, please feel at home, as if you were at your own place. Just wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon!"

After saying that, Song Yuwei hurried back to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, a few exquisite dishes were brought out; they looked great, appealing and appetizing.

The dining table was covered with a clean tablecloth, with a bottle of magnolia placed on it, adding a touch of elegance and romance.

Even though it was in a rental apartment, Song Yuwei still paid a lot of attention to the atmosphere.

"Boss, shall we drink some wine?"

Song MM suggested.

This was a test.

Su Zelin drove over.

After drinking, he couldn’t drive.

And in 2002, there was no driver service in China.

If he nodded, he’d likely stay overnight at her place.

So, "shall we drink some wine" = "do you want to stay over?"

Song Yuwei knew Su Zelin was interested in her, and the layabout never hid it; the little secretary in his previous life dared to send out such signals.

"Then let’s have a little."

Su Zelin responded nonchalantly.

Wine is a wonderful thing, especially for young men and women who are interested in each other but haven’t taken the final step yet.

Song Yuwei’s eyes lit up.

If Su Zelin had refused, it would have been a minor blow to her.

Thankfully, he didn’t. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Pop!"

Song Yuwei used a bottle opener to open the wine and poured two glasses, handing one to Su Zelin.

Gently swirling the glass, the crimson liquid evoked the layabout’s memories.

The night before rebirth, he had also drunk some bottles of Lafite at a club, and later got struck by lightning.

Life is really like a dream!

The difference is that the person sitting beside him now is Song Yuwei, a little secretary who appeared two years earlier than their first meeting in the previous life.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The two glasses clinked together.

The pair ate and drank, chatting and laughing, creating a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

Unknowingly, they finished a bottle of red wine.

Under the influence of alcohol, Song Yuwei’s face blossomed like a peach, and her almond eyes sparkled; she supported her chin with her hand, staring directly at Su Zelin: "Boss, you’re quite an odd person!"

"Oh, what’s odd about me?"

Su Zelin asked casually.

Song Yuwei was slightly drunk, while the layabout remained sober.

His constitution was very good; he could handle alcohol quite well.

The first time he got drunk in this lifetime was mainly because his body hadn’t been through the baptism of alcohol and wasn’t used to it yet, so he drank too much.

But now, getting drunk wasn’t that easy.

"If I tell the truth, don’t get mad!"

"I won’t, go ahead."

"Well, even though you’re still a college student, sometimes you’re like a sly old fox. I just don’t understand how an eighteen-year-old can be so mature?"

"Haha, because I have memories of my previous life!"

Su Zelin pointed to his head, half-jokingly.

Of course, Song Yuwei didn’t believe him; rebirth novels weren’t popular yet, and she didn’t like reading novels anyway, as Song MM was very realistic, never harboring any unrealistic fantasies.

If she really wanted to find a domineering CEO, she’d take action, not just fantasize and daydream.

She took it as a joke from Su Zelin, but still followed his topic: "Oh, did you know me in your previous life?"

"Yes, back then you were my secretary."

The layabout nodded.

"What did I usually do?"

Song MM thought of it as a hypothetical game, and found it quite fun.

"Everything—arranging my daily schedule, recording meetings, assisting with paperwork, traveling for business deals, occasionally driving; you were practically omnipotent."

Su Zelin chuckled.

What he said was actually true, though Song Yuwei didn’t know it yet.

"What else, what else?"

Song MM pursued further.

She was rather intrigued by this role.

Su Zelin’s gaze drifted to the window; unknowingly, it had started snowing.

"Actually, sometimes you’d help me with personal things, like on a cold night..."

The layabout paused here.

"What about on a cold night?"

Song Yuwei was listening intently.

"Hmm, I’m not telling you; it’s a secret!"

Su Zelin stopped there.

Some things don’t need to be spelled out too clearly.

This was a psychological hint, guiding Song Yuwei to think along a certain direction.