Chapter 60 Reverse Paying Public Grain
The bedroom fell into a deathly silence. Meng Weishen thought the farce was over, so he tucked the dog harness under his pillow and turned over to sleep.
But the warm glow of the overhead light continued to burn his eyelids, and he waited for the sound of Jiang Ranxu falling asleep. Suspicion began to sprout from the depths of his heart, fueled by the silence, growing thicker and thicker until it broke through the last of his sleepiness, and he woke up completely.
Meng Weishen leaped to his feet and rubbed his face vigorously, his heart still pounding. He had no choice but to rush over and hug Jiang Ranxu's shoulders tightly, his heart grinding against his cheek.
Meng Weishen used all his life's skills to save the situation, saying, "Thank you for buying me a gift. I really didn't suspect you of looking at my phone. I know you must care about me so much that you guessed what I wanted."
Jiang Ranxu had just been misunderstood by him, and he seemed a little depressed. He rested his forehead against the inside of his arm and lay silently in his arms.
"The Emperor Qin will surely like the new sling as well. I'll pick it up and try it out now."
Just as Meng Weishen was about to turn over and get out of bed, Jiang Ranxu finally grabbed his arms and forced him to stay close to his body: "No need, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Meng Weishen was still frightened.
He had a vague feeling that if he and Jiang Ranxu continued to investigate the matter of searching through backpacks and phones, it would have disastrous consequences. However, his love experience was truly limited, and he didn't know how to deal with a disaster, so he would rather not investigate it in detail.
He'd never been so afraid of conflict. He'd constantly belittled the product team, called his teammates stinky and clueless, and never failed to annoy his manager. Being in love was a strange experience, making him both reckless and cautious, happy and anxious.
He carefully observed Jiang Ranxu's every move. He saw that Jiang Ranxu was still wearing his pajamas, revealing his chest and waist. He even wore a pair of plain glasses across his nose—purely as a erotic prop.
Meng Weishen suddenly realized that Jiang Ranxu was still seducing him. In order not to spoil his fun, he quickly kissed the corner of his lips:
"Right, now that you're ready, let's do it."
"Can we do it? I thought you hated me and didn't want me anymore." Jiang Ranxu let him kiss her, drooping his eyelashes, and said lightly.
Meng Weishen was most afraid of the other party saying this. His thoughts were in a mess, and he promised, "Don't think about it. I trust you very much, and I won't abandon you."
"You said it." Jiang Ranxu suddenly grabbed his waist, like a giant python that would wrap itself around him until death. "I really want to record you. Record it. If you do, you won't be able to regret it."
Meng Weishen had no time to regret, the kiss went deeper.
The hard frame pressed against Meng Weishen's nose, causing a slight pain. Meng Weishen simply took off his glasses for him. His eyelids began to twitch, probably touching his eyelashes.
Meng Weishen didn't know how to describe this love affair. It could probably just be considered a two-way performance.
Jiang Ranxu didn't seem to be enjoying it much either, just trying to cheer him up. But he wasn't in the mood today, his whole body stiff and dry, like a fish that had been exposed to the sun. The more service-minded the other party was, the more uncomfortable he felt.
When it was over, Meng Weishen even breathed a sigh of relief. The hug at this moment made him more comfortable than making love. He buried his forehead in Jiang Ranxu's chest and fell asleep in a slight suffocation.
After waking up, Meng Weishen still didn't forget to show Jiang Ranxu how much he liked the gift.
He unwrapped the Hermès gift box and stored the empty box in his closet as a souvenir, clutching the shoulder strap tightly in his hand. Jiang Ranxu had just finished washing up when he immediately handed him his shoes. He was about to drag him into the elevator when Jiang Ranxu slipped on a medical mask.
After Meng Weishen's overall renovation and Qin Shihuang's partial markings, the courtyard on the first floor has become a dedicated base for dogs.
Qin Shi Huang hovered in his domain, enjoying the life of an emperor. He lay leisurely under the swing, gnawing on a sniffing mat that mimicked a forest landscape. Meng Weishen had hidden some frozen dog food in the mat, and he dug it out with his big nose and gobbled it up one by one.
Meng Weishen waved the new harness in front of Qin Shi Huang's nose to let him get used to the scent. But the money-loser, mistaking the Hermès for a jewel, pounced on it and began chewing it. Even after Meng Weishen's fierce challenge, he showed no remorse and continued to try to use the leather to sharpen his teeth.
Meng Weishen lifted the suspenders high. Due to the height difference, Qin Shihuang could only hold on to his trouser legs anxiously.
Seeing two rows of zigzag holes on the brand new leather, Meng Weishen was heartbroken. He figured luxury goods couldn't be consumables, so he didn't dare act rashly again. He honestly put the harness and leash on Qin Shi Huang.
Jiang Ranxu praised from afar: "The color of the suspenders is very suitable for Qin Shihuang, both are brown and yellow." Because the distance was too far, he didn't know whether the other party could really see clearly.
Meng Weishen walked over with the dog, handed the leash to Jiang Ranxu, and invited him: "We haven't walked the dog together before, how about taking a walk together today?"
Jiang Ranxu almost retreated back into the room.
From a safe distance, Jiang Ranxu politely declined, "No, I have to rush to do my project today, and it's still over on Xueyuan Road."
"But today is Saturday, and it's only 7:15. What's the urgent topic?"
"The lab requires arrival at 8 a.m., and we also have to consider the morning rush hour..."
"Qin Shi Huang doesn't have that many bacteria on his body." Meng Weishen subconsciously explained, interrupting the other party's excuse, "I just took him to take a bath a few days ago, and I helped him wipe his paws last night. He is very clean now."
Jiang Ranxu was clearly stunned. After a long moment, he slowly moved forward, still without removing his mask. He gently ran three fingers along Qin Shi Huang's back, not touching a single hair. He wanted to prove to him that he didn't dislike the puppy.
Jiang Ranxu held down his mask, his voice sounding particularly dull: "No, I really have something urgent to do today. Next time, I will definitely walk the dog with you next time."
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[Topic] My wife doesn't seem to like my dog, what should I do?
I have a puppy that I've had for two years. It's very cute, but a little bit barky. I'm very busy with work, and my puppy is very important to me. If it weren't for it, I would have been depressed a long time ago.
My wife and I got married earlier this year. Before we got married, she said she loved animals and even rented a yard for me to keep a dog. But after we got married, I noticed she constantly avoided my dog, never petting or walking it, as if she disdained it. Also, my wife is a doctor and very clean, so I guess she disliked the dog's dirtiness and odor.
I love my dog and I love my wife too. What should I do?
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[Don't bother me] points. Netizens are busy, next one.
[Beagle Beneficiaries Alliance] Forget about all that nonsense. Just post pictures of dogs! I'm saving them for my inheritance.
[Mr. Xu's cuteness is much] I would definitely choose a dog. I wouldn't marry anyone who doesn't like my dog. I suggest a quick divorce. People who don't love animals aren't kind. And your wife definitely doesn't love you that much, otherwise she'd definitely love your dog too. My husband is a civil servant and was so busy at work that he didn't have time for a dog before we got married, but now he's treating our dog really well.
[I'm being harsh] Dog lovers, don't be so extreme. Everyone has to like dogs, right? Why should you leave your own dog to your wife? The formula for fatherly love is nothing at all. It's a classic example of male irresponsibility. Your wife is very considerate of you for being clean and tolerating your dog. If you're truly considerate and bathe and comb your dog regularly, and keep it isolated, maybe your wife will gradually accept it.
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Meng Weishen suspected that there was something wrong with the recommendation mechanism of the Xiaodigu software. No matter what he posted, the number of comments was far greater than the number of likes.
The comments were numerous, but completely useless. Two groups of netizens once again engaged in a heated debate over dog ownership, their argument spiraling out of control as the poster couldn't even muster the courage to ask his "wife" if she actually liked his dog.
Meng Weishen didn't fret over this for long. Throughout August and September, company affairs gripped his attention. As for his minor friction with Jiang Ranxu, he optimistically put it aside for the time being.
The incident stemmed from the fact that September was the company's Integrity Culture Month. The Anti-Fraud and Compliance Department announced a large-scale investigation into occupational crimes, commonly known as "catching the termites," to crack down on violations such as misappropriation of company assets, accepting bribes from partners, and diverting business.
As the campaign to catch the corrupt officials got underway, the company was flooded with complaints about reimbursement becoming even more stringent. Meng Weishen initially thought that was the end of it, but the compliance department dropped a thunderbolt on their team:
Lin Zhesi is going to be invited for tea.
Before the official investigation results were released, word had already leaked. In casual conversation, their group was nicknamed the "jinx" group, having lost two team leaders in a single year. The future of all members was in jeopardy, with either a third team leader being appointed or a complete disbandment.
The situation was dire; they shouldn't continue to let this half-dead, unlucky tree hang over the newcomer. Meng Weishen urgently blocked Ke Mi's application for a permanent position in the group and suggested that she go through the cross-departmental interview process as soon as possible.
According to the company's recruitment regulations, if Ke Mi wanted to transfer to another department, he would have to give up his chance to become a regular employee and go through the campus recruitment channel again. Unsure about the fate of the newcomer, Meng Weishen was forced to bite the bullet and go to Mr. Zhuge.
On a weekday afternoon, the old man was quite relaxed, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, sitting in the open space of his single-person office, repeatedly practicing his badminton swing. Males are most keen on getting in shape and exercising when competing for mates—and this is also true for males in their fifties.
"You told me a long time ago that you wanted to keep the intern in your group. I'll ask who's short at the moment and reserve a spot for her."
The problems that make him anxious are as simple as swinging a badminton racket in the eyes of the old man.
Meng Weishen was not in a relaxed mood. He was tired of such complicated interpersonal relationships. Exhausted, he hastily said goodbye to Zhuge Zong.
But Zhuge stopped him and said, "Take care of yourself, Wesley. If your team disbands, which business will you transfer to?"
"It doesn't matter where I work, I'll just code. I'll just follow orders."
The other party looked thoughtful, put down the racket, and unscrewed the mineral water. "Wesley, do you want to be the leader?"
Perhaps it was because of the special timing. Although the old man was actively trying to win him over, Meng Weishen smelled danger.
If he guessed correctly, his former leader had firmly stood by Zhuge Liang, claiming they were all "one of us." Lin Zhesi, one of us, was invited for tea, so who knew if Zhuge Liang was up to anything?
Meng Weishen thought of a tactful excuse: "No, I haven't reached my age limit yet."
"Age isn't a problem. You have some excellent qualities. You're calm and tight-lipped. You're not necessarily worse than your predecessor."
"The Compliance Department hasn't informed Zeus yet. Let's wait until the situation stabilizes."
The old man just sneered: "Zeus is too greedy and has too many ideas. He bites everyone when something goes wrong. Now no one can help him."
Meng Weishen's pulse was pounding, and he wanted more and more to escape from this spiderweb-like office. But the spiderweb had already clung to his legs and feet, and the culprit crawled over:
"Wesley, if the Compliance Department comes to talk to you, you should know what to say and what not to say. As long as you keep your mouth shut, I will do my best to keep you safe."
"What did I do? Why are you talking to me?"
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