Chapter 66: Record of an Office Romance
Monica’s hair was thinning lately at a rate much faster than her salary was increasing.
In her private notes, a new folder had appeared titled: Office Confrontation Log.
[Record 1: The Air Conditioning Gambit]
The air conditioning in Chairman Ji’s office was permanently set to 23°C; he preferred a cooler room.
Fu Yue’s favorite temperature was 26°C.
Thus, the moment Fu Yue set the common office area to 26°C, within five minutes, Ji Hanmo would “happily” stroll by. Claiming that “high temperatures affect work efficiency,” he would expressionlessly dial it back to 23°C.
Then, Fu Yue would “happily” pass by and, in the name of “energy conservation and personal responsibility,” dial it back to 26°C.
Back and forth they went. Within a single day, the colleagues in the department were forced to put on and take off their sweaters and scarves repeatedly.
Monica lowered her head, pretending she saw nothing.
However, after all that putting on and taking off, the sleeves of her blouse were starting to pill.
[Record 2: The Helpful Citizen]
If the gambits over daily life were just “appetizers,” the work meetings were the true “main battlefield.”
During a project advancement meeting, they were discussing the innovation plan for the Ji Group’s smart system.
According to the chairman’s office records, Fu Yue was currently only responsible for the South City Medical Project.
But Fu Yue had proactively (intentionally) attended this meeting.
The result was predictable.
Using his expert tone, he picked apart the plan from beginning to end, pointing out every flaw.
He even subtly mocked the chairman.
His words were so sharp that all the executives present broke into a cold sweat.
The meeting ended on a sour note.
But the next day, when Monica looked at the document delivery slips…
A new document for Chairman Ji had been submitted by Fu Yue.
Based on the original plan, it included more detailed data and bypassed every risk point he had raised the day before.
The signature read: A passing helpful citizen.
Monica was losing it.
She really couldn’t take much more.
She silently opened her shopping app and ordered the most expensive anti-wrinkle cream she could find.
An office romance was truly the most terrifying thing in the world.
Especially when both parties were stubborn and refused to admit it.
[Record 3: An Enemy Swoops In]
Monica swore she hadn’t seen such a relaxed smile on Fu Yue’s face in a long time.
It started when Fu Yue received a call just as he was about to leave work.
He spoke to the person on the other end with a tone of helplessness: “Shen Junnian, aren’t you being a bit childish?”
The volume of this sentence was just right, drifting perfectly into the ears of Chairman Ji as he walked out of his office.
Immediately, Chairman Ji’s face—already at -100°C—dropped to absolute zero.
Not long ago, a massive bouquet of vibrant red roses had appeared on Fu Yue’s desk. The card read: Congratulations on your recovery. Yours: Shen.
An hour later, Fu Yue’s office was flooded with ten bouquets of even more expensive Black Baccara roses.
There was no card, but everyone knew who had sent them.
The scent was so strong that the entire floor was practically suffocating.
Right now, Fu Yue had already cleared his desk and was walking toward the elevator.
Downstairs, a black G-Wagon was waiting.
Lately, Shen Junnian had started creating all sorts of “accidental encounters.”
The day before yesterday, they “happened” to meet at the cafe downstairs. Yesterday, they “happened” to be eating alone at a restaurant near Fu Yue’s house.
His acting was so clumsy it made Fu Yue want to laugh.
Today, he probably felt he couldn’t keep up the act anymore and just called: “Fu Yue, do me the honor of having dinner?”
Fu Yue didn’t refuse.
He actually needed to talk to Shen Junnian about something.
After returning from the island, Fu Yue had tried to contact Jiang Ying several times.
He wanted to ask about what happened back then and find some clues.
But Jiang Ying had an artist’s temperament, and his whereabouts were always mysterious.
His contact info had been blocked.
Whenever Fu Yue contacted his assistant, the answer was always “Mr. Jiang has no availability.”
This might have involved Ji Hanmo’s interference.
But Fu Yue knew better; even without Ji Hanmo’s meddling, given the truth Jiang Ying had revealed that day—that hidden threat—Jiang Ying would avoid him to protect him.
The situation was at a stalemate.
Fu Yue’s finger slid across his phone screen, but his mind accidentally captured a voice.
[Actually, I should have spoken up that day.]
It was the system’s voice.
It wasn’t talking to Fu Yue; it was talking to itself, an inner monologue.
Fu Yue was startled.
Maybe this is what the system meant by ‘having a cold’?
[I should have advised you when you were arguing with Ji Hanmo about Jiang Ying.]
[I should have told you to accept Ji Hanmo’s plan, stay out of it, and focus on your job as a ‘web novel supporting character’ to push the main CP’s relationship forward.]
The system’s voice was calm, but it made Fu Yue’s heart sink slightly.
[But I didn’t.]
[I can see that you’ve started to integrate into this world. You’ve begun to think from the perspective of ‘Fu Yue’ and take on the responsibilities you should bear.]
[Perhaps that’s not a bad thing.]
[After all, for a transmigrator, coming here was against your will. If you can experience a different life here, maybe it’s a form of compensation…]
The system’s monologue ended there.
Standing in the elevator, Fu Yue’s mind was swirling with complex emotions.
Surprise was his first reaction.
He had always thought the system was just a program made of 0s and 1s.
Issuing tasks, calculating progress.
He never imagined that this program would have an “inner monologue” or engage in something so close to “human” thought.
Every word the system said today was like a mirror.
Fu Yue looked at the face in the reflection.
He examined himself—everything he had done lately.
[Advising you to accept Ji Hanmo’s plan… that would have been a shortcut.]
It was true. That should have been a “task player’s” first choice.
Dump the trouble on Ji Hanmo, enjoy the peace, wait for the plot to move, and take the money.
Wasn’t that the “workplace code” he had set for himself when he first arrived?
But why had he refused so decisively that day?
[You’ve begun to think from the perspective of Fu Yue and take on the responsibilities you should bear.]
Fu Yue’s heart skipped a beat.
He remembered being carried through the jungle by Jiang Ying, and the surge of genuine anger and protectiveness he felt when he learned the truth.
He thought of the Ji Group, arguing with Ji Hanmo over a project, and the sense of accomplishment he felt after working all night.
He thought of the nursing home, talking to Pei Luomian about how to help autistic children, and the genuine care he felt.
He even thought of Shen Junnian and his clumsy “accidental encounters.” While he found it funny, he no longer felt repulsed by that… indulgence.
When did it start?
Fu Yue couldn’t remember.
Just like he couldn’t analyze the exact moment he had “turned gay.”
Ding—
The elevator doors slowly opened, and the twilight sun poured in.
Fu Yue stepped out.
The system said this might be a “compensation.” Since the system had “officially certified” that he was in character…
Then he might as well dive deeper.
Regarding the investigation into the “culprit,” the words had already been spoken. The path he chose, like a bug he wrote himself, had to be fixed even if he had to do it on his knees.
Jiang Ying’s fall happened during high school.
If the current path was blocked, he would start at the source.
That noon, a long-dormant group in his messaging app lit up.
Haicheng Senior High Alumni Group:
[ @Everyone : It’s been six years since graduation. How is everyone? Class reunion this weekend, be there or be square!]
The opportunity had practically fed itself to him.
But Fu Yue’s excitement didn’t last more than five seconds.
[Alum A: Supported!]
[Alum B: Can we bring family?]
[Class Monitor: @Fu Yue, do you dare to come? (Image)]
The words “do you dare” carried a blatant malice that slapped him in the face.
Fu Yue had a bad premonition.
His finger moved to the photo.
Click, zoom… pupil earthquake.
Why did the class monitor post a photo of me in drag in the high school alumni group?!
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