afterwards
When Wen Xubai woke up the next day, he felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds, and his whole body ached as if he had been run over by a car.
When he groggily opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his abs covered in scratches, and Qi Zui was propping his head up with one arm around his waist, looking at him.
Wen Xu's face flushed red instantly, and he instinctively backed away, which aggravated a certain indescribable area, causing him to gasp in pain and nearly roll off the bed.
Fortunately, the arm that had been resting on his waist came in handy and quickly pulled him back.
Qi Zui smiled and leaned in to give him a quick kiss, saying, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
Wen Xubai was indeed a little tired, but in the current situation, how could he possibly fall asleep? He simply covered his face with a cup and stopped talking.
The laughter around me grew louder, but the next second, I suddenly heard the rustling sound of people getting up.
Feeling the weight disappear on the other side, Wen Xubai couldn't help but lift a corner of the blanket to peek. He saw that the person next to him was empty; Qi Zui was nowhere to be found.
Wen Xubai was startled and suddenly sat up from under the covers. He touched a certain spot and flinched again.
Just as she was biting her lip, she saw Qi Zui, already dressed, walk out of the dressing room.
He was wearing a rare formal outfit today, a khaki casual suit jacket, which Wen Xubai bought for him yesterday.
"Where are you going?" Wen Xubai asked, puzzled.
When she opened her mouth, she found her voice incredibly hoarse, and as she recalled some erotic images, her face flushed.
Seeing this, Qi Zui strode over and hugged him intimately, showering him with kisses. Wen Xubai wanted to push him away, but he couldn't muster any strength and could only let the other kiss his face repeatedly.
"Looking for a job!" Qi Zui's eyes lit up.
Looking for a job?
Wen Xubai was somewhat surprised.
"Isn't the job at the noodle shop pretty good? Why do you suddenly want to change?"
Qi nodded seriously. "That's good. But since I promised you I would move forward, I can't stay in the same place anymore. Don't worry, I've already talked to the noodle shop owner. I'll still spend half of my time helping out at the shop every day. It's just that it's going from full-time to part-time."
Wen Xubai raised an eyebrow and said, "That will be very hard."
"I'm not afraid of hard work..." Qi Zui stopped mid-sentence, then pouted and said with a pitiful expression, "Yes, it's very hard, so I need a kiss as motivation..."
Wen Xubai: "······
Wen Xubai slapped him across the face, then quickly kissed him on the lips, pushed him away, and said, "Alright, alright, let's go, or we'll be late!"
Qi Zui was pushed off the bed with a grin, but then suddenly turned around as if remembering something and warned, "There are sandwiches in the fridge, don't forget to eat them, and you have to finish them all, no leftovers!"
"I know, I know!" Wen Xubai impatiently covered his ears.
Qi finally left with a smile.
After closing the door, Wen Xubai was no longer sleepy and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After drying his hair and opening the refrigerator, Wen Xubai saw two sandwiches standing upright inside and said speechlessly, "I told you not to forget to eat breakfast, but you forgot to eat it yourself..."
Wen Xubai suddenly remembered that the first time he stayed overnight at Qi Zui's house, Qi Zui was also in a similar hurry, rushing downstairs to move goods without eating breakfast...
Tch, always thinking about others, think about yourself too...
There was a plate of still-warm milk, which Qi Zui must have put into the hot water before leaving.
The water was warm, and so was the milk soaking in it. Wen Xubai poured the milk into a glass, took it out with the sandwich, and placed it on the table.
The sandwiches were prepared by Qi Zui last night. One had tomato slices, and the other did not. Wen Xubai picked up the one with tomato slices and took a bite.
The aroma of fried bacon and tomato juice explodes in your mouth, mixed with the wheaty scent of bread, making it very appetizing.
The sandwich was too big. Wen Xubai was already full after eating half of it, but remembering Qi Zui's instructions before leaving, he hesitated for a moment and still ate the remaining half.
After finishing his meal, he turned on his computer, reviewed some unprocessed work files, and then briefly held a video conference.
After the meeting ended, Ying Cheng called him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Wen Xubai asked casually.
"Mr. Bai, there's been a problem with our subsidiary in Xuancheng."
"What's the problem?" He frowned slightly.
Xuancheng was only transferred to his branch in recent years. In the previous years, it was run by Wen Xuyuan. It was only after he took over the business of the head office that it was handed over to him.
"An employee who was laid off by our company five years ago jumped off the company rooftop today. When paramedics examined him, they found a suicide note in his pocket, which detailed the company's accounting fraud over the years!"
Falsifying accounts?
A buzzing sound came from my mind—
Five years ago, before the company was transferred to his hands, he carefully checked the company's accounts after taking over and found that there were absolutely no problems. How could there suddenly be a case of falsifying accounts?
"What's that person's name?"
"Zhang Chengzhi used to be our company's finance manager, but he was later fired for embezzling public funds."
He had no recollection of Zhang Chengzhi.
The familiar stinging sensation returned, and Wen Xubai couldn't help but pinch his brow. "How is he now?"
"He is still in the hospital receiving emergency treatment. Since it happens to be a hospital under our management, the news has been kept under wraps."
"Okay. Send me all the company's accounts from the past few years; I want to check them myself."
"Yes, Mr. Bai."
The information arrived quickly, and Wen Xubai first checked the accounts from five years ago, finding no problems.
His body, exhausted from excessive indulgence, couldn't keep up with the prolonged fatigue. After reviewing the year's worth of projects, Wen Xubai fought off his drowsiness, rubbed his throbbing temples, and felt somewhat irritable.
I got off the sofa and poured myself a glass of water. Standing by the window, I looked down at the crowds coming and going, the children playing, the women buying groceries, and the elderly playing chess... It was a completely different scene from the Wen family's.
Standing in the Wen family villa, one feels as if standing above the world, able to survey everything with a slight bow of the head. But standing in Huaihua Lane, no matter how high the building, one can only see a corner of the alley…
Perhaps that's why so many people want to pursue fame and fortune...
But only those truly in the world of fame and fortune know that nothing is gained without paying a price…
Unbeknownst to him, Wen Xubai had already reached the balcony. The aroma of cooking smoke drifting up brought a sense of relief to his troubled heart…
Some are willing to be moths to a flame for fame and fortune, while others are willing to give up everything for freedom...
Just then, the sound of a door opening came from inside the house.
Wen Xubai was startled. He turned around, clutching the blanket, and saw Qi Zui carrying two full bags of groceries into the room. Seeing him, Qi Zui changed his shoes and said with a smile, "I'm back! Potatoes were on sale today, so I bought a lot to make you potato shreds!"
Wen Xubai smiled and stepped forward to help him take a bag, but Qi Zui dodged him and, taking advantage of his momentary daze, planted a kiss directly on his cheek.
"Are you feeling any better?" Qi Zui asked with a roguish grin.
Wen Xubai: "·······"
Wen Xubai punched Qi Zui's left shoulder directly, demonstrating to him whether he was alright or not.
Qi Zui clutched her arm and cried out in pain, saying aggrievedly, "How could you murder your husband...?"
Wen Xubai: "·······"
Another punch landed on his right shoulder.
This time, Qi finally understood what it meant to "make trouble out of your own mouth."
Seeing that the third punch was about to land, Qi Zui quickly said, "Hey, hey, hey, you shouldn't hit someone in the face!"
The fist stopped in mid-air. Wen Xubai chuckled and withdrew his hand.
Qi finally stopped joking, craned his neck to look into the house, and saw that the living room light was on. He asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Remembering that he had haphazardly scattered a huge pile of accounting statements on the sofa, Wen Xubai quickly turned his face away!
Qi Zui, whose face was inexplicably cupped, blinked twice in confusion and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"You...you said you were going to cook? I'm hungry, go quickly..." Wen Xubai said haphazardly.
"Ah... I'm hungry..." Qi Zui's eyes crinkled into crescents as he mischievously said, "Then give me a kiss and I'll go cook."
Wen Xubai: "·······"
He glared at the smiling person in front of him, then resignedly touched Qi Zui's lips lightly and said perfunctorily, "Okay."
The next second, Qi Zui suddenly pulled his lips back, deepening the kiss!
After the kiss ended, before Wen Xubai could get angry, Qi Zui ran straight to the kitchen at lightning speed, only peeking out his head: "What else do you want to eat? I'll make it for you?"
Wen Xubai blushed for a long while, then angrily said, "Tomato stir-fry with tomatoes!"
"ah?!"
Having said that, without waiting for Qi Zui to show an extremely horrified expression, he turned around and went back to the living room!
On the sofa, white documents were scattered all over the floor. Wen Xubai sorted them out one by one and put them into a file bag. When he saw the huge pile of account sheets on the computer, a slight sense of irritation welled up in his heart again.
Just as he was about to shut down his computer, Wen Xubai suddenly realized that there was a spreadsheet file in the folder that he had never opened.
Double-click to open; it's a remittance form from the head office.
An astonishing thought flashed through Wen Xubai's mind.
What if there was a problem with the funds transferred in from the very beginning?
He immediately made a phone call: "Yingcheng, can you go to the head office and get the remittance records for the past five years and send them to my personal email?"
"Huh? Oh, okay, Mr. Bai, I'll get it right away." Ying Cheng didn't understand why his boss suddenly wanted this kind of thing, but he still obediently agreed.
As soon as he put down his phone, Wen Xubai gave a cold laugh.
Old fox.
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