Volume One, Chapter 24: Carry Her to Bed

Human Resources Department Director’s Office.

When Yu Ting Fu pushed open the frosted glass door of the HR department, Director Jiang Junyi was organizing some files. Seeing her enter, he immediately stood up. “Secretary Fu? What brings you here?”

She laid the “Department Transfer Application Form” gently on the desk, her smile perfectly poised. “Director Jiang, I’d like to apply for a transfer to the Marketing Department.”

Jiang Junyi raised his eyes, a puzzled look in his gaze. “The Marketing Department?”

“Yes.” She smiled, her fingertip tapping the official phrase she’d written as her reason for transfer: “I hope to gain a deeper understanding of frontline business.”

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting shifting shadows across her face, making her expression unreadable.

Jiang Junyi’s gaze flickered between the application form and her face, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the company seal. “This… will require a special approval process. I’ll need to consult the President first, since you’re a special appointee.”

“I understand.” Yu Ting Fu nodded slightly. As she turned, the hem of her skirt drew a graceful arc. “Please consult him first. I’ll return later.”

The moment the door closed, Jiang Junyi immediately grabbed the landline.

“President Bo, Secretary Fu has just applied to transfer to the Marketing Department,” Jiang Junyi lowered his voice, “What are your thoughts…”

From the other end came the crisp sound of a pen tapping the desktop.

“Approve it,” Bo Xingzhou’s voice was clear and cold, even through the static. “Process it as usual.”

Jiang Junyi hesitated. “But the Marketing Department is currently…”

“Do you need me to repeat myself?”

“No, sir! I’ll take care of it right away!”

Yu Ting Fu waited patiently outside the HR office, her fingers lightly tapping her arm.

Jiang Junyi hung up and stepped out just as she was waiting. “Miss Fu, your transfer has been approved.”

Yu Ting Fu offered a subtle smile and took the paperwork. “Thank you.”

As she left, she didn’t notice the words Jiang Junyi nearly spoke but held back.

Secretariat.

As soon as Yu Ting Fu pushed open the glass door, Jia Chen shot to her feet, eyes wide. “Yu Ting, are you really transferring to the Marketing Department?”

The office fell silent, every eye turning toward her.

Yu Ting Fu smiled, casually straightening the files on her desk. “Yes, I’m leaving today.”

Several colleagues exchanged glances—The Marketing Department? That was universally acknowledged as “exile.”

Su Yu leaned against the break room door, red lips pressed to her coffee cup, a trace of mockery in her eyes. “So Secretary Fu is… getting a promotion?”

The sarcasm in her tone was barely veiled.

Yu Ting Fu met her gaze, lips curving faintly. “Indeed, Assistant Su. If you miss me, you’re welcome to ‘get promoted’ to Marketing, too.” With that, she turned away.

The offhand remark left the knuckles on Su Yu’s coffee cup abruptly bloodless.

The Marketing Department’s office occupied the farthest corner of the Lu Group building. The air conditioning worked only intermittently, the printer jammed as a rule, and even the coffee machine bore a note: “Broken—Do Not Use.”

When Yu Ting Fu arrived at the door, cradling a box of her belongings, a few Marketing staff glanced up, then quickly looked away. No one greeted her.

“You’re the new transfer?” a man in black-rimmed glasses asked, looking up from a pile of files, his tone indifferent. “Your workstation’s over there—clean it up yourself.”

He gestured toward the spot closest to the restroom, where half a body’s height of outdated brochures cluttered the desk.

Yu Ting Fu smiled. “Thank you.”

As soon as she sat down, she heard muffled laughter behind her.

“Heard she offended Assistant Su? Serves her right.”

“Couldn’t hack it in the Secretariat, now hiding out here for peace and quiet?”

“And she wasn’t exactly clean at her last job, either.”

Yu Ting Fu paid no mind, heading straight to her desk and setting her bag down gently.

When she pulled out her chair, its metal legs scraped the floor with a shrill screech. The laughter behind her was like rats gnawing on wastepaper, but not a flicker crossed her lashes.

In the corner, a few colleagues exchanged glances, one of them muttering viciously, “Heard she was caught embezzling company funds at her last job—by Assistant Su herself.”

Just then, Deputy Director Chen Mo happened to walk by, shooting them a cold glare. “Nothing better to do? How about you check last quarter’s data reports again?”

They fell silent at once and scattered resentfully.

A shadow fell across her workstation.

“The new arrival?” A beer belly nearly pressed to her desk, Chen Mo loosened his tie from where it choked his neck, a greasy smile plastered on his face. “I’m Chen Mo, Deputy Director of Marketing.”

He deliberately pressed a gold-embossed business card onto her keyboard, his thick, stubby fingers trying to ‘accidentally’ brush against the back of her hand.

So this was the one Assistant Su wanted him to “look after”?

So young—well, she couldn’t blame him for not going easy.

Yu Ting Fu frowned, instantly withdrawing her hand before he could touch her.

“Company policy says new hires must attend ‘team-building’ activities,” Chen Mo went on, oblivious to her withdrawal, his breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. “Tonight at eight, Golden Delight Club, Suite 888.”

A few knowing snickers rippled through the office.

Yu Ting Fu’s eyes were calm yet sharp, her lips curving into a cool, detached smile.

“Team-building?” she repeated, her voice neither loud nor soft, yet the office went suddenly quiet.

“What’s wrong, Miss Fu, not willing?” His bloated frame leaned against the desk, fingers drumming, his smile full of implication. “It’s company rules—newcomers have to suffer a bit to grow.”

Quiet laughter sounded again; some buried themselves in their work, others’ eyes darted, but no one spoke up for her.

Yu Ting Fu lowered her gaze, masking the chill in her eyes.

She spun her pen—a habitual gesture when she was thinking—and suddenly let out a soft laugh. “Very well.”

Chen Mo hadn’t expected her agreement, and while he was stunned, she’d already picked up her folder.

“But Director Chen, your zipper is undone.”

Everyone instinctively glanced at his crotch.

Chen Mo frantically looked down, and as he did, Yu Ting Fu brushed past his shoulder, “accidentally” knocking over his coffee. Brown liquid drenched his trousers.

Looking down, his face contorted, the fat on his cheeks twisting unpleasantly, but he quickly composed himself and forced an even wider smile.

“You must be mistaken!”

That woman—tonight, I’ll make her pay!

“Sorry, Director Chen.” Yu Ting Fu apologized softly, hiding a hint of mockery in her eyes.

“No worries, mistakes happen,” Chen Mo replied, imagining her helpless beneath him.

In the corner, the woman who’d spoken earlier glared daggers at Yu Ting Fu.

A vixen, just as I thought!

Golden Delight Club, Suite 888.

Dim lighting filled the suite, the air thick with alcohol and perfume.

Chen Mo’s gaze was glued to Yu Ting Fu’s slender fingers holding a wine glass, his Adam’s apple bobbing, greed almost spilling from his eyes.

Grinning widely, he poured her another drink, his tone lecherous. “Yu Ting, have a drink?”

Yu Ting Fu pressed her fingertip against the rim, her tone chilly. “No, thank you.”

Her gaze slid past Chen Mo to Wu Meiqin, whose face was dark in the corner.

This Marketing intern clearly had a close relationship with Chen Mo.

Wu Meiqin sat rigid, her nails digging into her palm.

That fat bastard was sweet-talking her in bed just yesterday, and today he’s fawning over someone else?

Her knuckles whitened around her glass. At last, she couldn’t stand it and yanked Chen Mo’s sleeve. “Director Chen, I have a report that needs your review.”

Frowning, he was about to refuse, but her glare silenced him, and he followed her out with a sheepish grin.

Restroom.

Wu Meiqin shoved Chen Mo into a stall, locking the door behind her.

“What’s your game? Flirting with her right in front of me? Are you done with me?”

Startled by her anger, Chen Mo soon donned a greasy smile and pinched her rear.

“Don’t be silly—you’re my favorite!”

Wu Meiqin snorted. “Then why act so servile in front of her?”

Chen Mo glanced around, then leaned close, voice low. “Assistant Su asked me to give her a hard time. You think I want to suck up to her? Not a chance.”

Wu Meiqin narrowed her eyes. “Is that so?”

He nodded fervently. “Of course! Once this is over, I’ll make it up to you…”

A glint flashed in Wu Meiqin’s eye. “…What exactly do you have to do?”

Chen Mo pressed his lips close to her ear, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Get her into bed with a male escort.”

His hand wandered to her waist, but Wu Meiqin slapped it away.

She pouted coyly. “You’d better not mess this up.”

“I know, baby. Come here, give me a kiss.”

They tangled together for a while before Wu Meiqin straightened her collar and left.

Chen Mo stood before the mirror, his reflection haunted by Yu Ting Fu’s alluring face.

No way I’ll let some male escort touch her.

Tonight, she’ll be mine.

The thought brought a disgusting smile to his flabby face in the mirror.

Outside, Yu Ting Fu watched as the two emerged from the restroom, the corner of her lips curling up.

She sent a message to Wen Yunzhi: “Yunzhi, help me look into the relationship and financial transactions between Wu Meiqin and Chen Mo.”

Soon, Wen Yunzhi sent back images—bank transfers, hotel records, call logs.

Chen Mo had even transferred a property under Wu Meiqin’s name!

All the evidence laid out before her like pieces of a puzzle.

Yu Ting Fu glanced at the photos and felt a wave of nausea.

Where did this girl find such pictures—even these kinds!

Disgusting.

She quickly switched screens to type another message:

“Send these photos anonymously to Mrs. Chen. Tell her to come to Room 1706 at Golden Delight Club tonight to catch her husband in the act.”

Just as she finished composing the message, that greasy figure loomed over her again.

“Yu Ting, just have a drink—just one.” He grinned, pushing a freshly poured glass of red wine toward her, his chubby fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing the rim.

Yu Ting Fu lowered her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.

He’d drugged the wine.

She’d noticed at once.

Chen Mo’s so-called subtlety was, to her, as clumsy as a farce.

Nonetheless, she picked up the glass, swirling it lightly as the group egged her on.

“With Director Chen so enthusiastic, it would be rude not to drink.”

Her red lips touched the glass, and just as she seemed about to sip—

The door to the suite was suddenly flung open!