Chapter 78: Here to Steal the Hospital WiFi
5:30 AM.
Fu Yue stood before the mirror, zipping his jacket all the way to his chin.
He put on a black baseball cap and a pair of non-prescription black-rimmed glasses.
That face, which was far too dazzlingly beautiful, was now seventy percent hidden.
Perfect. Right now, he looked like a low-profile, harmless tech geek with a bit of a scholarly air.
This disguise was to facilitate Fu Yue’s upcoming troublemaking operation.
“System,” Fu Yue complained in his mind, “Why do I feel like the main plot never goes smoothly no matter how hard I push?”
[Host, how is it not smooth?]
“Every time I try to matchmake Ji Linyue and Chen Bai, either the car flips in an accident, or I have to pay the price of a social death?”
[Host, the world has its own laws of operation.]
[When you try to go against the current and force yourself into the role of a pimp, of course it’s going to be hard.]
Fu Yue: “…”
Goddamn pimp.
The system seemed to sense his frustration and hurried to comfort the worker:
[Actually, not everything is hard.]
[Except for those few ‘stuck’ plot points, didn’t everything else go quite smoothly?]
Fu Yue was stunned and thought back carefully—
It was true. The simple segments that followed the original work had encountered almost no obstacles.
Attending Chen Bai’s birthday party, saying “Happy Birthday”—mission accomplished easily.
Chatting with Ji Linyue at the races, repeating the line “You’re in good luck today”—the other party nodded slightly, plot completed.
At last week’s wine tasting, when Shen Junnian and Ji Linyue discussed a New Year’s gathering for wealthy sons, he had followed the script and said “Let’s go to Coconut Breeze Bay,” and the voting result was exactly like the original…
It was so smooth it lacked any sense of presence.
Perhaps it was because it was too smooth that he didn’t have much of an impression.
Fu Yue realized the root of the problem:
Some plots were hard to push because the elements had been veered off track by him, requiring a forceful correction.
The smooth ones were those that perfectly followed the original logic.
“Fine, I just hope the upcoming plots don’t stray too far.”
Fu Yue prayed silently in his heart, but his gaze drifted unconsciously to the kitchen island.
—A small flag.
Sitting on the open kitchen island was an exquisite cream cake, topped with a chocolate flagpole. On the brown flag, white chocolate spelled out the letters “MVP.”
The secretariat had given it to him when he left work yesterday.
At the time, Monica’s gaze had looked like she was presenting an award.
True enough, only Fu Yue’s constitution could manage to trigger two explosive scandals in a single day within the Ji Group.
He stared at that little flag, feeling more and more like it was an ill omen.
This thing…
He walked over and tossed the cake into the trash without hesitation.
Slap.
At the bottom of the trash can, the “V” fell off the flag, leaving only the “M” and “P.”
Fu Yue: “…”
Great. Now it looks even more like an ominous prophecy.
Half an hour later, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
The driver parked the white Bentley at the back entrance of Mary Hospital.
“Young Master, we have arrived.”
Fu Yue rose from the soft leather seat.
He pushed the door open and pulled his cap lower.
Time to clock in for work, you laborer.
Mary Hospital, Physical Examination Center, VIP area.
Fu Yue pressed down on his baseball cap again, his eyes behind the lenses scanning the surroundings as if casually.
Good, no one noticed him.
He slipped into a corridor, at the end of which was a sign reading “Staff Only, Guests Prohibited.”
Fu Yue pushed the door open, his movements as fluid as a top-tier special agent in a movie.
The rendezvous point was at the corner of the locker room.
This was a surveillance blind spot.
Soon, a young girl in a pink nurse’s uniform lowered her head and walked over quickly.
“Young Master Fu…” The little nurse’s voice carried a hint of nerves.
Fu Yue nodded to her and quickly pressed a prepared envelope into her hand.
“Remember,” he lowered his voice, “no matter what method you use, you must ensure Ji Linyue and Chen Bai stay together in that most private VIP lounge. Understand?”
The little nurse’s figure vanished at the end of the corridor.
Fu Yue shoved his hands back into his pockets and turned to leave.
Plan: Successful!
He was very satisfied with the efficiency of this operation.
Fu Yue was a “regular” at Mary Hospital; in the past, he had been here plenty for fights, causing trouble, or getting drunk.
He hadn’t expected this negative point to actually come in handy.
From scouting the right person to help to a precise “bribe,” it was a seamless execution.
Next, all he had to do was find a place to sit and wait for the melodious ringtone of the system saying “Mission Accomplished.”
But Fu Yue’s smile didn’t even have time to bloom before it froze on his face.
A cold, steady voice rang out from behind him:
“Fu Yue, since when did it become popular in my hospital to ‘consult’ on illnesses this way?”
Fu Yue was startled.
He turned around.
At the other end of the corridor stood Pei Luomian; there was no telling how long he had been there.
He wore a crisp white coat over a perfectly ironed light blue shirt.
Those eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were fixed on him.
Fu Yue could clearly read the message in his eyes—”I saw everything.”
Fine. Caught red-handed.
Fu Yue had guessed he would run into Pei Luomian today. After all, his name was on the list of “Ji Group Management” for today’s physical.
Fu Yue thought he might run into him in a consulting room.
He hadn’t expected to meet this early.
Nor had he expected to be “caught in the act.”
Before Fu Yue could speak, Pei Luomian had already taken a step forward with his long legs.
He raised his hand, not to grab him, but to make an elegant “after you” gesture toward the elevator lobby.
“I have some newly arrived tea in my office. Since you’re here, we can chat about what kind of ‘private’ examination you’ve arranged for President Ji and the others.”
After saying this, the corner of Pei Luomian’s mouth quirked up.
The elevator doors closed and began a smooth ascent.
The polished, mirror-like metal walls clearly reflected Fu Yue and Pei Luomian standing beside him.
The two of them looked quite mismatched.
One wore a white coat, his shirt and tie meticulous, his entire being radiating “professionalism and rigor.”
The other was wearing a fitted gray jacket, his baseball cap pulled extremely low, black-rimmed glasses covering half his face—looking exactly like a vagrant hacker who had come to the hospital to steal WiFi.
“How has your health been lately?” Pei Luomian asked, looking ahead at Fu Yue’s reflection in the mirror.
Fu Yue looked at him sideways.
“Haven’t you visited me twice? You even performed the exam yourself. What, you don’t trust your own medical skills?”
“I don’t trust you.” Pei Luomian turned his head, his gaze falling on Fu Yue’s face.
Fu Yue saw this and said in a relaxed tone, “I’ve been resting for ages; I’m fully recovered.”
Ding—
A crisp chime sounded as the elevator stopped on the 14th floor.
The fresh air of the corridor rushed in as the doors opened, dispersing the somewhat suffocating atmosphere from moments ago.
Pei Luomian took the lead in stepping out, with Fu Yue following behind.
It was strange—
The plan was foolproof.
Everything should have proceeded according to schedule.
Yet, a strong sense of unease rose in Fu Yue’s heart for no reason.
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