Chapter 61, Chapter Eight: The Fantasy Mansion
When Wen Ting woke up, she still felt a strong lingering palpitation.
She gasped for breath, unable to recall what had happened in her dream, only a deep sense of fear remained in her heart.
Several blurry fragments flashed by, and Yun Heli's broken head appeared in Wen Ting's mind.
She covered her temples until the knocking on the door interrupted her, pulling her out of her drowning terror.
"Sis, what's wrong!" Chaochao exclaimed as soon as she opened the door. "Why do you look so pale?"
Wen Ting touched her face; her fingers and cheeks were as cold as ice.
“It’s nothing,” she shook her head, “I had a nightmare.”
“Me too.” Chaochao sympathized. “I dreamt about Battle Royale all night. What am I going to do next?”
She found it novel yesterday, but today she belatedly realized she was a little scared.
Wen Ting opened her mouth, selecting what she could say to Chaochao.
In the end, she could only give Chaochao a wry smile: "Let's look again, it's only been a day."
It's only been one day, so everyone's mood isn't too bad.
We met briefly this morning, and everyone was there.
After understanding the importance of OA tasks, no one had any problems yesterday.
At 9:00 AM sharp, no information was released in the OA system, and no employee badges appeared.
The only difference between today and the previous two days is that today is Sunday.
Green Forest is supposed to have two days off per week, but in reality, it fluctuates between one day off and no days off.
This absurd notion of favoring the rich and despising the poor ignores the principles of labor law and directly leads to a single day off per week.
This change did not affect Wen Ting's actions. Following the plan she had devised the night before, she began to implement her scheme.
While exchanging information with her colleagues, she discreetly bought cookies and instant noodles from vending machines on several floors.
Currently, only six floors are accessible: the 9th floor lounge area, the art team's office area on floors 10-12, the lobby on the 1st floor, and the director's office on the 13th floor.
Wen Ting bought everything in the three-story office area and the vending machines on the first floor, then went to the cafeteria on the 9th floor to get a few cans of eight-treasure porridge, and went to the bar to get some snacks and sanitary napkins.
To avoid attracting attention, she carried a small bag, and after each purchase, she would return to the Ninth Group office and lock her belongings in a cabinet.
She put away the keys, remembering that the director had asked her to come to the office yesterday morning if she had time.
I don't have any OA tasks today, and I'm not in a hurry, so it wouldn't hurt to go see him.
After telling Chaochao DD what to do, Wen Ting picked up her bag and headed to the 13th floor, planning to check out the vending machines there after meeting the director.
"Director, you wanted to see me?"
As soon as she entered the office, her eyes were drawn to the food on the coffee table.
It was a Cantonese dim sum meal. The bowl was filled with congee with preserved egg and shredded chicken, the plate was filled with shrimp dumplings, and there was also a plate of refreshing side dishes divided into three sections.
The new director sat on the outside of the sofa.
He changed his clothes again, wearing a beige casual suit, which made him look gentle and bright.
"Wen Ting." He smiled when he saw her. "Good morning."
Wen Ting noticed that the seats before breakfast were empty.
She was taken aback, but Gong Baidie had already placed her hand beside her and invited her to sit here.
He seemed to have changed his gloves, but they were still black.
"Director, this..." "Have you eaten?"
Wen Ting shook her head. Gong Baidie seemed very happy. He rested his chin on his hand and gestured with his eyes towards the food in front of him. "Eat."
"This doesn't seem to be the cafeteria's food." Wen Ting didn't touch her chopsticks rashly.
"These are ingredients from the cafeteria; I borrowed the kitchen utensils."
Wen Ting asked in surprise, "Why did you think of cooking?"
Trapped in a ghost story, a normal person would be so anxious that they couldn't even eat, but he actually had the leisure to cook early in the morning.
Moreover, he was in a particularly good mood today, with a smile on his face the whole time.
“The situation is somewhat special,” the young man replied with an innocent smile. “But no matter what happened, in order to survive, we have to eat properly.”
"There's food in the cafeteria."
“It’s hard to swallow.” He shook his head. “And it’s almost gone.”
Wen Ting looked up. "What do you mean?"
The young man leaned back. "You've already guessed it, haven't you? With so many people, food is limited."
Wen Ting's mood instantly turned heavy. "Yes, I don't know how long the current food supply will last."
Seeing her brow furrowed, Gong Baidie said, "Eat first. After you finish eating, I'll show you something."
"I can't accept this." Knowing that food was scarce, Wen Ting tactfully said, "I'll just have a piece of bread for breakfast."
The young man sighed, "You really don't know how to take care of yourself."
He pushed the chopstick rest towards Wen Ting a little, "Eat up, it's already done."
"This...it's really too much trouble for you." Since she had already done it, Wen Ting didn't stand on ceremony.
She took a bite.
Gong Baidie observed her reaction: "How is it?"
"My goodness!" Wen Ting exclaimed in surprise, "Have you taken cooking classes?"
"Cooking class." Gong Baidie repeated the words she uttered, and softly hummed in agreement, "I suppose so."
Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea brewing, archery, horsemanship, male crafts, and cooking.
He learned so much.
"Eat well and rest well." The handsome young man gazed at her with gentle eyes. "The more difficult things are, the more you need to take care of yourself, Wen Ting."
She must live well.
He was so afraid that she would go hungry or get hurt that he even had to erase her dreams after she woke up, so as not to scare her to death.
While the power given by the swallow was indeed good, the fact that death would mean exiting the ghost story greatly displeased Gong Baidie.
Those phoenix eyes gazed at her tenderly, their affections already evident. Wen Ting's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head to eat, pretending not to notice.
She had no idea where this feeling came from. They had known each other for less than three days, and all they talked about was work. Her appearance was not enough to make this super-rich second-generation fall in love at first sight.
From their first meeting, the new director's behavior towards her was unconventional.
He wasn't a cheerful and outgoing little boy; he appeared reserved and indifferent in meetings. But whenever they were alone, Wen Ting could feel an unprecedented surge of emotional energy emanating from him.
His expectation, his gentleness, every glance of his concealed excitement—she wasn't sure if he himself realized that excitement couldn't be completely hidden, like countless rays of light focused on one, aiming at her at every moment.
This emotion was vicious; it seemed to be aimed at her heart rather than her soul.
How disgusting.
It was more disgusting than the gaze of any man she had ever seen.
Putting down her chopsticks, Wen Ting changed the subject, "I've finished eating, I'm so sorry. Oh, by the way, what did you say you wanted me to see?"
Gong Baidie noticed her avoidance but didn't rush to expose her.
“Here.” He stood up and walked behind his desk.
Behind the desk is a wall of cabinet doors.
The dark wooden door was decorated with symmetrical butterfly patterns outlined in gold. Gong Baidie stood in front of the butterfly pattern, which resembled both patterns and words, and tapped one side with her finger.
Wen Ting followed curiously, and the butterfly pattern moved outward from the central axis, revealing a walkway wide enough for two people.
Gong Baidie went first, gesturing for her to come in.
Wen Ting paused outside the butterfly, weighing whether or not to go in.
After a short rest, she carefully walked through the butterfly pattern and entered a space of forty square meters.
When the lights came on and she could see what was in the room, she was suddenly shocked.
The room was filled with floor-to-ceiling shelves and freezers, with all kinds of fresh food neatly stacked.
This place has become a warehouse with extremely high utilization.
"You ask me how long the current food supply will last?"
Gong Baidie smiled and said, "There should be about ten more days? I haven't completely bought out the stock in the cafeteria and bar, I left some leftovers for the rest of the restaurant."
Wen Ting turned around in shock.
From the moment this person wanted to check her progress in the game "Cloud Crane Cry," she knew that although the new director was young, he was no pushover.
"If you do this, how will the others survive?"
Gong Baidie tilted her head, as if taken aback. "Wen Ting, why are you asking me?"
"What?"
Gong Baidie's gaze pointed to the bag in her hand, "Aren't you doing the same thing?"
Wen Ting opened her eyes.
He didn't leave the house all day, so how would he know what she was doing?
Is it surveillance? How could he have surveillance privileges?
“It’s different,” she retorted. “I left others a way out.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Gong Baidie said indifferently, “I don’t care about the differences between the two of them. I don’t care about the others.”
While the death of many people would certainly affect the energy, he only wanted Wen Ting to remain in this place.
He just wants Wen Ting to have a hard time.
"Besides, the scraps I left behind are enough for them to live on for a few days."
Wen Ting stared in disbelief; it was the first time she had ever seen such blatant, cold-blooded arrogance.
We can't afford to fall out with them, especially not in the current situation.
She pursed her lips, softened her voice, and tried to persuade him with reason: "Director, I understand your concerns. But these things aren't enough to live on for a lifetime, so we still need to find a way to leave. I think that in an unknown environment, working together is always better than going it alone."
After she finished speaking, she saw Gong Baidie staring intently at her.
Wen Ting didn't understand what that look meant, but for no reason, she thought of Chongguang's prisoners.
Upon seeing the outside world again, they were both excited and curious about the new sights, and saddened by the memory of their dark past.
After a moment, the man chuckled.
“Wen Ting,” he chuckled, his chest heaving with laughter, “you are so kind.”
He had no idea that she was so upright, so reasonable, and so tolerant.
For five and a half years, two thousand days and nights, he was born to die, died and was reborn countless times, in an endless cycle.
He hated it so much he wanted to die, but he couldn't even bring himself to do it.
She was the one with the best chance of eliminating him. Gong Baidie really didn't understand what she had done wrong.
The water level dropped slightly, and she hesitated even to stab him with her dagger.
What's wrong with Wen Ting now? She's actually talking about sharing with someone she wants to trample underfoot.
This person's mental state is not right. Wen Ting narrowed her eyes, subtly surveying the escape routes behind her, while trying to persuade her calmly: "I believe that the more people who stay, the greater the possibility of leaving."
"Yes, yes, that makes sense." His perfunctory attitude was obvious. He took a carton of milk from the shelf and gave it to Wen Ting, leaning down to gaze at her and asking softly, "Breakfast, was it good?"
Wen Ting looked back at him.
Those eyes were so beautiful they seemed otherworldly, and the expression within them was incomprehensible.
The carton of milk was shoved into her hand, but was snatched away a few seconds later.
He took the carton of milk, turned around and walked out of the warehouse. "Come out, let me heat it up for you."
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Author's note: After much deliberation, I've decided to turn off the anti-theft feature, otherwise it would block readers who are only reading the second unit.
Now that pirated content is probably even more rampant on those websites, please, those who own the official versions, stop feeding my content! [crying emoji]
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