Lihua, who was leaning her elbow on the desk, slipped and she almost stumbled from her seat. Her mouth tremblingly opened in a wide O as her eyes widened in shock.

The Godly handsome man s-spoke?

Meng Ya hit her head. "Is your brain even working? In what way is he mute?"

"T-T-That he-he spoke…"

Meng Ya looked at her in disdain. "Everybody heard it. You are hopeless. Not only he spoke, but he also spoke your name. Why did you think he was mute?"

"Because he didn't respond when I talked to him."

"..."

Her friend seriously questioned her way of thinking.

"Lihua…you didn't think that he could be perhaps just a naturally quiet type of person? You just directly jumped to the conclusion that he is mute? You are an idiot!"

The professor sternly said, "Song Lihua. Stand up."

Lihua stood in attention like a soldier. "Yes, sir!"

Her gaze met his but she nervously averted it in utter embarrassment.

Oh, my Godly handsome prince. Normally, I would have loved for you to remember this mortal but now I beg you to please forget me. Forget me. Forget me. We didn't meet at all. You didn't see me screw up at all.

Let that memory just erase from your mind, whoosh!

But he didn't say a word after that. He just uttered her name and that was it.

Everybody thought that perhaps Lihua badly screwed up and was about to get humiliated.

A few minutes passed by but nothing happened.

The professor's brow twitched.

Why isn't he saying anything?

He cleared his throat. "Um, Mr. Jiang? You called Song Lihua. Do you have anything to say to her?"

He didn't respond.

The silence was eating Lihua from inside. His attention was completely focused on her but he wasn't saying anything else.

Godly handsome man, are you that angry at me? She cried. Please just say something. This suspense is so terrifying!

Suddenly, the door opened and a man entered huffing and puffing. "Sorry, boss! I am late."

The Mafia King didn't comment.

The professor asked, "You are…"

He straightened up. "I am Fu Renshu. I am the boss's assistant."

"Oh. Well, actually Mr. Jiang called out Song Lihua's name but...he isn't saying anything else you see…"

Fu Renshu said, "Oh Boss thought you already understood it. Isn't it so obvious?"

No, it isn't, everybody thought, including the professor.

He sighed. "Seriously...I thought the students and the professors here are intelligent, considering how this college is so famous. How could you not understand Boss's simple message? He said Song Lihua's name because he has recruited her to work for Jiang Industries."

Lihua froze. She blinked her eyes several times.

Huh? Did I just mishear something?

The professor asked, "That is it?"

Fu Renshu frowned. "Of course. Why would the Boss go through the trouble of mentioning her if not for recruiting her? This is a recruitment drive, after all, going on in the campus."

Couldn't he have added just one more line saying that? The students seriously thought.

Lihua finally looked straight at him with utter disbelief etched on her face.

He-he selected me? No, wait. Wasn't he supposed to flip out at me?

"Aren't you supposed to scold me?"

The question came out of her lips before she could stop it.

She bit her tongue immediately.

Damn!

Silence.

The Mafia King looked at her unblinkingly.

Fu Renshu was exasperated. "Boss is asking why do you think so?"

Lihua was dumbfounded.

He did? When? Is he using telepathy?

Meng Ya felt sorry for her.

Poor Lihua.

"That…"

Why? I assumed you were mute and even patted your shoulder pitifully even though you aren't! I behaved like that to an executive. I am supposed to die instead of getting selected for the job!

Lihua realized it wasn't wise to bring the subject out if he seemed to have no problem with it.

She cleared her throat. "It's nothing."

"Well, then matter over. We will send you an official appointment letter soon. Be sure to be present on time."

"Yes, sir." She bowed. "Thank you so much for selecting me! I sincerely appreciate the opportunity and I will work my hardest not to disappoint you."

He stared at her for a long time and left without saying anything else.

Lihua collapsed on her seat, feeling completely drained and exhausted as if she just won a war.

Meng Ya giggled. "Was Fu Renshu his assistant or his translator?"

"That's a good question. Ah, I am so tired. It felt like I was playing a guessing game but I terribly lost."

"True. He is handsome indeed but a little eccentric."

Lihua smacked her. "Don't say that about my Godly handsome man. He is not eccentric, but just a little quiet."

"..."

You are throwing my words back at me now?

"Anyway but congratulations! You got the job, Lihua! And he personally called you. Damn everybody would be so jealous right now," Meng Ya giggled and winked.

Lihua sheepishly grinned. "Well, I am happy too. My love called out my name. Ah, it sounded so beautiful coming out of his lips…" she dreamily said.

"How can you be in love when you just met him today? And don't forget that he is your boss now."

Lihua gasped. Then she sobbed. "What will I do if his company doesn't allow work relationships? How will my Godly handsome prince propose to me?"

"..."

She sighed. "You are impossible."

---

After completing some formalities, Lihua happily whistled a tune and was practically hopping in happiness.

I got a job! I got a job! And at my Godly handsome prince's company! God, is this fate?

Suddenly, Lihua widened her eyes as her foot tripped into something. She stumbled and crashed on the ground.

"Tch, tch Lihua. Can you not even walk properly now?"

"Don't go near her Jie. Her silliness has no cure. What if you catch it?"

Lu Jie and her friends mockingly laughed.

Ow, ow.

Lihua furrowed her brows as the bruises on her knees and elbow stung in pain. As she raised her head, she saw a pair of tall and lean legs greeting her eyes.

"Ah, perfect timing! Help me get up please."

She unreservedly clutched the man's coat, pulled it towards her, and taking its support, she got up. Without looking properly at the man, she grabbed his hands and shook them hard.

"You are a savior! Hehe, thank you so-"

Then as if lightning struck her, she stood rooted to the spot. Words failed to describe her state as she stammered.

"G-G-G-Godly handsome prince…"