Chapter 84: Going to Meet the Parents on Christmas Eve
Fu Yue looked at that large bag of popping candy, his brow twitching wildly.
This gave him an ominous premonition about that portable hard drive.
Fetching his laptop.
Fu Yue carefully connected the hard drive.
Clicking on the icon, several folders popped up on the screen:
“Collection.zip”, “Combat Techniques”, “Artistic Short Films”…
“Ji Linyue, you bastard!” Fu Yue gritted his teeth in anger.
Last time, sending a box of toys made him socially dead.
This time—
If he had really misunderstood just now and brought this paper bag to Ji Hanmo.
A chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
He didn’t dare to imagine if Ji Hanmo saw the contents of the hard drive, would he be able to return alive.
Fu Yue irritably scratched his hair, then calmed down again.
Programmer mindset activated.
“The hard drive itself is innocent; it can be used after a format, shouldn’t waste it.”
Fu Yue nodded.
Praising his own rationality.
But just a second before his mouse was about to click “Format”.
He was a little curious.
Since these were study materials brought by Ji Linyue, they must definitely be different from those he glimpsed on his frat brothers’ computers back in college.
“I’ll just take one look to confirm how outrageous the contents are…”
He casually clicked one open.
A video player full of vintage vibes loaded up.
Followed by the production company’s LOGO, white text on a red background.
Then, the artistic exchange in the footage made Fu Yue’s eyelids twitch wildly.
Those sounds, even more so, were in surround sound, shocking him so much he almost threw his headphones away.
Don’t ask why he still wore headphones at home.
Asking just means he was feeling guilty.
His heart beating faster and faster, Fu Yue slapped his laptop shut and tore off his headphones.
His eardrums were still buzzing, and his face was burning fiercely.
He took a cola from the fridge and chugged more than half the bottle in one breath.
“Ji Linyue, if you weren’t the damn main plot protagonist, I would kill you.”
Fu Yue thought indignantly.
He put away the hard drive and the candy, thinking the matter of this gift had turned the page.
Who knew that that night, the highly impactful visuals and sounds would linger in his mind, refusing to dissipate.
Fu Yue tossed and turned, completely devoid of sleepiness.
Even more absurdly, his dreams twisted, actually showing Ji Hanmo receiving this gift bag, expressing extreme satisfaction, and therefore wanting to “demonstrate personally.”
Fu Yue jolted awake with a shudder, falling straight out of bed.
When he went to work the next day, Fu Yue still had lingering fears.
Fortunately, work had been leisurely these past few days, so he wouldn’t make any mistakes.
He sat in his small office, holding milk tea, biting on potato chips, and wandering around the tech forums.
The main CP was calm and tranquil; as a “tool-man supporting male lead,” he was happy to be at leisure.
However…
He suddenly felt…
A bit empty.
Fu Yue felt that he was truly quite sick.
He shook his head to dispel this bizarre thought; enjoying the present was the right way.
However, as he continued to scroll boredly through the forum, his gaze inadvertently glanced outside the glass door—
Watching the secretaries coming and going outside, that bit of troublemaking DNA that feared the world not being in chaos suddenly popped up.
Sure enough, opportunities only required a pair of discovering eyes.
When he went to the pantry to make tea, he caught a glimpse of the microwave on the table.
A flash of inspiration hit him, and his evil intellect began to operate.
Ten minutes later, a “Smart Microwave Reservation System” came into being.
Calling it a system was actually just him drawing a reservation sheet and attaching a set of “Reservation Rules”:
“If not picked up after the time limit, it will automatically be transferred to the next reserver and one star of credit will be deducted.”
Then, he secretly stuck the two pieces of paper next to the microwave.
The clock jumped from 11:59 to 12:00.
Fu Yue hid in a corner of the pantry and started to peek.
“What is this?”
“Some kind of imperceptible high-tech?” The little secretaries began to discuss.
Fu Yue watched them seriously studying the form, holding back his laughter so hard he was almost suffering internal injuries.
With this toss-up, the psychological shadow area from last night finally reduced a little.
Afternoon work.
Knock, knock.
Monica came knocking on the door.
Her expression was serious: “Young Master Fu, what is the situation with this microwave reservation system and the one-star credit deduction?”
Fu Yue knew his “conspiracy had been exposed,” but his face still maintained an unfathomable expression.
“Monica, this is where you don’t understand…”
He started spouting serious nonsense.
Monica looked at Fu Yue’s face, her eyes clearly writing “Save it, I know you’re causing trouble.”
But she didn’t expose him, merely using a casual conversational tone: “Young Master Fu is truly far-sighted. Then do you have any highly efficient and collaborative arrangements for Christmas Eve?”
Fu Yue froze.
Monica was Ji Hanmo’s close assistant.
All of Ji Hanmo’s itineraries were arranged by her single-handedly.
How could she possibly not know about that dinner on Christmas Eve?
Fine!
She was doing this on purpose.
Fu Yue’s mind turned; he absolutely could not magnanimously and honestly say in front of Monica: I have a dinner date with Chairman Ji.
So, a flash of inspiration hit his mind.
Bring it on, let’s hurt each other.
“Me ah…” Fu Yue deliberately paused, “On Christmas Eve, of course it’s… going to eat hotpot!”
Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door.
When Monica entered, she hadn’t closed the door.
At this moment, Lily, a young employee from the logistics center, stood at the door holding two kraft paper boxes.
“Young Master Fu, your express delivery.” Lily placed the boxes steadily on Fu Yue’s desk, looked at Fu Yue curiously, then sneakily glanced at Monica, catching that phrase “eat hotpot” perfectly.
“Thank you.” Fu Yue nodded in acknowledgment.
Seeing this, Monica smiled and turned to leave Fu Yue’s office.
As soon as Monica left, Lily couldn’t wait to run back to the logistics center on the 1st floor.
“Hey, guess what I just heard?” She whispered to Mary, a colleague who was organizing documents.
“What is it? Being so secretive.” Mary asked absentmindedly.
“The super popular Young Master Fu said he’s going to eat hotpot on Christmas Eve!” Lily had a gossipy face.
“Eating hotpot? So down-to-earth? With his style, shouldn’t he be going to those private clubs, yacht parties, or booking an entire floor of a scenic restaurant or something?” Mary was a bit surprised.
“Right?!” Lily beamed, “But don’t you think the word ‘hotpot’ sounds very much like a family gathering?”
“Oh, now that you mention it, it really does seem so!” Mary’s eyes lit up, “Is Young Master Fu going to eat a family hotpot? Eating family hotpot on Christmas Eve, doesn’t that equate to meeting the parents?!”
Once this speculation was out, the logistics center instantly exploded like a dropped pot.
“Meeting the parents?!”
“My god, Young Master Fu is taken?”
“Who is it, who is it? Is he settling down with Young Master Shen? I super ship their pairing!”
“Tch, your shipping lacks creativity; I ship Fu-Han.”
“Pfft, Fu-Mian is the most compatible.”
“Fu-Bai isn’t bad either.”
“Are you toxic?!”
“Hey, have you guys read the latest chapter by that content-producing author ‘Magic Pen Ma Ke’? The speed of that car, tsk tsk.”
“Magic Pen Ma Ke? That mysterious writer who specializes in writing various indescribable plays? Her fics are indeed… cough, looking at them makes your nutrition fail to keep up!”
“Fragrant meat overflowing everywhere, savory but not greasy, it’s simply a feast!”
The office was noisy and clamorous.
The logistics center was inherently the gossip headquarters of the Ji Group.
Various news spread incredibly fast as they delivered documents to various departments.
At this time, the versions of the news regarding Fu Yue became increasingly outrageous.
From “Young Master Fu is eating hotpot on Christmas Eve”, to “Young Master Fu is going to eat hotpot with a friend on Christmas Eve”, to “Young Master Fu is eating a family hotpot on Christmas Eve”, and finally evolving into: “Young Master Fu is going to meet the parents on Christmas Eve.”
Thus, some began to guess exactly which young miss or young master from a deep-pocketed mansion could make Fu Yue visit their turf to eat hotpot on Christmas Eve.
And the topic figure, Fu Yue, was completely oblivious to all of this.
Fu Yue looked at the two cardboard boxes on his desk.
The boxes were plain-faced, without any trademarks, Logos, or even express waybills on the outside.
Typical “privacy protection” packaging.
He guiltily looked outside and decisively switched the glass wall of his office into opaque mode.
Then, he took out a box cutter and carefully sliced open the seal of one of the boxes.
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