“It’s practically written all over your face,” Song Yi said bluntly.

Lin Xun scratched his head awkwardly. “Is it that obvious?”

“Care to share how you managed to win her over?” Song Yi asked, keeping his tone serious on the surface.

Though a bit embarrassed, Lin Xun couldn’t refuse since it was his boss asking. “At first, I just asked her out to go shopping and watch movies. Gradually, things fell into place.”

Song Yi felt even more dejected. Sensing his boss’s frown and hesitation, Lin Xun grew curious. “President Song, are you facing some sort of problem?”

“Did nothing unexpected happen during your dates?”

“Oh, there were a few incidents,” Lin Xun replied, relieved it wasn’t something serious. Then, with a hint of pride, he added, “But handling those situations well can actually help build a stronger connection.”

Sure enough, he continued boasting. “Just the other day, I asked her out for a movie. I didn’t know what kind of films she liked, so I randomly chose a horror movie. Turns out she’s easily scared—spent the entire film clinging to me in fright.”

He scratched his head shyly. “That incident sealed the deal for us.”

“President Song, if you’re planning to take your girlfriend to a movie, trust me—pick a horror film. Girls are always scared of horror movies. When she clings to you, just provide a sense of security. Based on my experience, it’ll work like a charm.”

“Save your wisdom for yourself,” Song Yi replied dryly.

His mood soured further as he thought back to his own movie experience with Wang Xiaoke. He felt an overwhelming urge to slam his head against the wall.

That day, after much deliberation, Song Yi had sneakily booked two tickets for a horror movie, harboring some hidden expectations. Wang Xiaoke sat beside him, popcorn in one hand and a soda in the other, seemingly unbothered.

The film began with a suspenseful, eerie atmosphere, immediately drawing the audience into its tension. As time passed, gruesome and terrifying scenes unfolded one after another. The theater was frequently filled with shrieks from frightened women.

Seeing the timing was right, Song Yi braced himself, ready to play the role of a protector. However, he waited and waited—Wang Xiaoke remained completely unperturbed.

He glanced at her and found her staring at the screen intently, her brows furrowed in focus, completely unaffected. Song Yi was left utterly bewildered.

After the movie ended, unable to hold back, he asked, “Don’t you have any thoughts about the movie?”

Most girls would’ve been terrified, screaming throughout the film. What was going on with her? He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Finally snapping out of her thoughts, Wang Xiaoke replied, “Oh, it was terribly made.”

Song Yi thought he’d misheard her. He stared at her with a look of disbelief, as though she were an alien.

“I’m serious,” Wang Xiaoke insisted earnestly. “Don’t you think the way they handled that corpse was way too crude? Look, the killer is supposed to be an artist. Their actions should align with their persona. For instance, when they removed the organs, they shouldn’t have just discarded them.”

“If not discard them, then what? Got a better idea?” Song Yi asked, feeling like he’d gone insane for entertaining this line of conversation.

Eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, Wang Xiaoke animatedly gestured as she explained, “Exactly! This is where the killer’s talent comes in. If they turned the organs into something artistic—like items to auction off—that could catch the police’s attention. Don’t you think that would’ve been more thrilling?”

The discussion quickly spiraled into how the scenes could be designed, how the filming could maximize the horror and tension, and how to make the set look more authentic and terrifying.

By the end of their conversation, Wang Xiaoke was beaming with excitement, while Song Yi felt a cold sweat forming on his back. What on earth was going on in this woman’s head?