Chapter 68: He Checked Your Meal Card Records for Three Months
The Fu Yue of those days had flirted with everyone—the school hunks, the top scholars, and the star athletes. His methods had been endless.
Yet, just when the other party was moved and ready to offer their heart and soul, he would wave his sleeve and depart without taking even a single cloud, leaving behind nothing but a floor littered with broken boyish hearts and countless “debts of love.”
Fu Yue felt goosebumps break out all over his skin at the title of “Heartthrob Harvester.”
“So… what do people usually do at these class reunions?”
Fu Yue tried to scout for any potential “prank” segments.
Seeing his cautious look, Shen Junnian suddenly found it quite amusing.
He put down his teacup, his expression turning solemn and mysterious. “The process is quite complex. There’s a grand finale segment called the ‘Truth or Dare Escape Room’.”
“The what?” Fu Yue’s face turned pale.
“It’s when they lock several people in a room,” Shen Junnian began to talk nonsense with a straight face. “You have to complete a, uh, ‘Truth or Dare’ mission. If you don’t finish it… the door won’t open.”
“A room you can’t leave unless you ‘do’ it?”
“And it’s a multiplayer version?”
Classic settings from “trashy literature” instantly flashed through Fu Yue’s mind.
His hand shook, and the fried shrimp he was holding with his chopsticks fell back into the plate with a clack.
He looked at Shen Junnian in disbelief. “Are you sure… this is a high school reunion and not some decadent ‘Haitian Feast’ orgy?”
Looking at Fu Yue’s shocked and dazed expression, Shen Junnian finally couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.
“Hahaha! I’m joking.”
Only then did Fu Yue realize he had been played. He was so annoyed he nearly poked him with his chopsticks.
“Don’t worry.” Shen Junnian laughed for a while before turning serious. “It’s nothing more than eating, chatting, and reminiscing about the past. At most… we’ll play some prank games related to the past.”
His tone was nonchalant, but the words “prank games” were spoken with particular clarity.
Looking at the “waiting for a good show” look in his eyes, the heavy stone that had just left Fu Yue’s heart was hoisted right back into mid-air.
The next morning.
The “Smart Medical Community” project in the south of the city entered its phase-one assault stage.
Although Fu Yue and Ji Hanmo were still in a “cold war,” they could still seamlessly switch into a synchronized “comrade-in-arms” mode in the business arena.
“The core of phase one isn’t profit; it’s data and user habits.” Fu Yue’s voice was powerful, carrying clearly to every corner of the conference room.
Sitting in the head seat, Ji Hanmo watched the PowerPoint on the gray screen with a calm gaze.
A veteran director cleared his throat. “The board is worried that if a funding issue arises…”
Fu Yue didn’t refute him immediately.
He raised his hand and made a light swipe in the air. The holographic projection instantly switched to another set of complex data models.
“If you calculate this bill, we can win.”
Finally, it was Ji Hanmo’s turn to make the final call.
The corners of Ji Hanmo’s mouth curled up. He raised his hand and lightly tapped the last page of the PPT. “Do as President Fu says. Meeting adjourned.”
Once the meeting ended, the two of them left the room from opposite ends, as if competing to see who could walk faster.
Fu Yue felt that the way Ji Hanmo had stared at him today was a bit strange—hard to read.
Back in his office, his tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly.
Lately, he had been desperately filling the gaps in his life with work, and he felt inexplicably irritable.
Clearly, he was the one in the right, standing by his opinions.
Yet, this deadlock with Ji Hanmo made him feel more uncomfortable than anyone.
After all, this was the man who had fished him out of Huoyan Island.
Fu Yue hesitated for a long time.
He felt he needed to find a suitable opportunity to talk to him again.
Thinking of this, he walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window and took a sip of coffee.
He looked down at the city beneath his feet.
“Building the future, changing the world… sounds pretty good.”
“Too bad the Fu Yue who is responsible for the health blueprint of hundreds of thousands of people has to face a massive challenge tomorrow—”
Just the thought of his past self clinging to the Physical Education representative’s leg with a flirtatious face saying: “Brother, your leg hair is so sexy.”
“Pffft—”
He nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee.
Fu Yue choked and coughed repeatedly at the “High-Definition Remastered” version of his dark history playing in his head.
He helplessly covered his face, feeling that his persona as a “top-tier tech elite” was being shredded to pieces by a handsome little hooligan in a school uniform.
Buzz—
The sound of his phone interrupted Fu Yue’s shameful reminiscing.
Caller ID: Chen Bai.
Fu Yue raised an eyebrow and answered the call.
As expected, a heavy, nasally sob came from the other end.
“Fu Yue… are you free at noon? I…”
“Usual place, I’ll wait for you.” Fu Yue was concise.
During the lunch break, white-collar workers in suits poured out of the skyscrapers.
The restaurants in the CBD reached their busiest time of the day.
Fu Yue pushed open the glass door of the “Xing Kee” restaurant. The cool air mixed with the aroma of fried pork chops hit him in the face.
Half an hour later, Chen Bai sat across from him with eyes swollen like walnuts, looking like a little rabbit soaked by rain, drooping his head.
“What do you want to drink?” Fu Yue asked.
“Iced lemon tea,” Chen Bai said in a raspy voice.
“Better drink something hot.” Fu Yue raised his hand and signaled the waiter. “A cup of hot black tea, double sugar. Thank you.”
Under Chen Bai’s accusing gaze, Fu Yue explained slowly, “Your stomach isn’t good. Don’t drink ice when you’re feeling down. Warm up first, then tell me what’s wrong.”
The warm teacup was pressed into his hands.
In front of Fu Yue, Chen Bai’s tense nerves relaxed slightly, and his tears fell again uncontrollably.
“Fu Yue… President Ji doesn’t believe me.” As soon as Chen Bai spoke, his voice choked up.
His way of addressing Ji Linyue had changed from “Linyue” back to “President Ji.”
“The base price for the company’s South Africa project was leaked, and all evidence points to me… but I really didn’t do it!”
Fu Yue listened quietly, pushing the tissue box toward him.
Ah, it had started.
This classic “heart-wrenching love” segment from the original work automatically surfaced in his mind—the “Office Misunderstanding” plot!
Back then, Fu Yue had insisted on getting Chen Bai into the Ji Group specifically for this plot.
In the story, Chen Bai was framed and Ji Linyue misunderstood him. The “heart-shredding” index was five stars, and the logical plot holes were also five stars.
However, after the misunderstanding was cleared, the two would increase their trust in each other, and their feelings would continue to heat up.
“The way he looks at me is so cold, like he’s looking at a stranger, a traitor.” Chen Bai’s tears fell like broken pearls. “I explained to him, but he wouldn’t listen! He just asked me why there were file transmission records on my computer, and why the account that received payment from the rival company belonged to a distant relative of mine.”
While listening, Fu Yue calmly roasted the situation in his mind:
My silly Chen Bai, this kind of elementary-school-level framing method… if your brilliant and divine Ji Linyue just checked the company’s surveillance and then looked into the transaction history of that relative you haven’t talked to in eight hundred years, he could crack the case in thirty minutes.
But he wouldn’t.
He just had to activate the “CEO Love-Induced Stupidity Halo,” torture you, and then embark on the “Wife-Chasing Crematorium” path.
Chen Bai painfully recalled the clues.
Seeing him looking like the “sky was falling,” Fu Yue really wanted to help.
But he couldn’t.
This blood-soaked angst had to be done properly so that Ji Linyue’s final apology in solitude would carry enough weight.
Only then could the “play” between the two afterward be intense enough.
Fu Yue saw right through what the author was going for—the “play” after the angst is always tastier, and the bed scenes could be written with more words. What a twisted sense of humor.
“Don’t be sad. The truth will come to light eventually.” Fu Yue could only swallow the “investigative strategy” at the tip of his tongue and offer words of comfort.
The words were hollow and weak, yet paired with Fu Yue’s gentle gaze, they miraculously succeeded in calming him.
Chen Bai sniffled and stabilized his emotions, holding the black tea and taking small sips.
After a moment of silence, Chen Bai seemed to remember something.
He spoke hesitantly, “Fu Yue, actually, there’s something I don’t know if I should say.”
“Say it.”
“It’s just, Chairman Ji Hanmo… he’s been acting a bit strange lately.” Chen Bai whispered, “Especially regarding your matters.”
Fu Yue raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
“Last week, he suddenly asked the Secretariat to organize a report. It was about you…”
Chen Bai’s expression turned serious. “It was a record of all your allergens, including pollen, medication, and food. It was very detailed.”
Fu Yue’s heart skipped a beat.
Chen Bai continued:
“Then, the day before yesterday, he had the cafeteria manager pull out all your meal card transaction records for the past three months. It was accurate down to what dish you ate every single day.”
“Also, this morning, he pulled up the entire list of every takeout order you’ve ever made using the corporate account.”
Something was wrong!
Fu Yue, who had been leisurely drinking his milk tea, was now frozen in his seat.
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