I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor in the cramped lounge.

The lingering scent of sweat mingled with the aroma of expensive perfume.

Su Man's soft body lay languidly on Lin Yang's chest, her hair brushing against his skin, bringing a slight itch.

On the 1.5-meter-wide single bed, only the sound of two people breathing together, gradually calming down, could be heard.

Just then, an ice-blue light screen popped up on his retina without warning.

[Congratulations, host! Your obedience rate has increased to 87% for Su Man, the number one in the "Soft Rice Encyclopedia"!]

Lin Yang looked at the light screen and sighed. It had only increased by 1%. The revolution was not yet successful. Comrades still had to work hard!

His hand unconsciously stroked her smooth back, feeling its amazing elasticity and delicacy.

The confusion in my mind caused by desire is slowly settling, and reason is regaining its dominance.

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from a satisfying meal.

"Now that we know about the company's restructuring, who orchestrated this whole thing that night?"

"Could it be President Guo?"

Su Man, who was lying on his chest, paused slightly, then let out a soft groan.

She raised her head and rested her elbow on Lin Yang's strong chest, the two looking at each other closely.

The flush on her face had not completely faded, but the shrewdness that a senior executive of a group company should have returned to her phoenix eyes.

"I had my doubts about her before."

Su Man's voice regained some of its coolness.

"But judging from her performance during today's meeting, we should still be on President Qin's side."

She curled her lip, making no attempt to hide her disgust.

"She probably won't lay a hand on me, even though I don't like her slutty, promiscuous manner."

In Lin Yang's mind, that alluring face and Guo Kaiqi's aggressive posture at the conference room door flashed by.

Being on the same side doesn't mean there won't be internal strife; at least, internal strife should occur after the enemy has been eliminated.

But he didn't say it aloud.

He then began to piece together fragments of memory from that sales department dinner night.

Department dinner, being forced to drink, Su Man sipping wine alone in a corner, vomiting... and then, the voice of secretary He Xiaoya.

"I remember that He Xiaoya called the designated driver for me that night."

Lin Yang frowned. He tried hard to recall, but all that remained was a blank, fragmented memory.

"I don't remember what happened after that."

"Could He Xiaoya be the mole?"

"impossible."

Suman's answer was resolute and without any hesitation.

"I personally recruited He Xiaoya from Yenching University. She's been with me for four years, from intern to now. I taught her everything from the beginning, so she would never betray me."

Lin Yang exclaimed: "Wow, He Xiaoya is actually a top student from Peking University."

Su Man's words carried an undeniable confidence, an absolute affirmation of her ability to judge people.

She paused, her gaze drifting to the side, seemingly lost in memories as well.

"I was still relatively conscious at the time, probably because the medication hadn't taken effect yet."

"The effects of the drug? Someone drugged you."

Lin Yang's heart clenched suddenly; the words "drug effect" pierced his nerves like needles.

"Um."

Su Man's face darkened, and a hint of lingering fear flashed in her eyes.

"There's a sales manager in the sales department named Liu Ming. He's been with the company for almost a year, and his performance has always been excellent. He's very good at networking, and his income is quite good. He could afford to buy a house in Huahai city."

Her voice turned cold.

"But after he handed me a cocktail that night, he quit his job the next day and vanished without a trace, never to be seen again."

A top-performing sales manager would abandon a promising career just to hand someone a drink?

This makes no sense at all.

Unless, of course, he is merely a pawn to be used and discarded.

Lin Yang felt a chill run up his spine.

"So, did I... get drugged too?"

Su Man's gaze fell on him again, with a hint of scrutiny and inquiry.

"Judging from your blackout state, and... your unusual energy after waking up in the morning, that's also possible."

The entire sequence of events quickly became clear in Lin Yang's mind.

This was not an accidental drunken sexual encounter.

This was a long-planned conspiracy.

He didn't do anything that night; he just put him next to Su Man.

"The person behind this has probably been setting up this scheme for more than just a day or two."

Lin Yang's voice was a little dry.

"Yes."

Su Man's eyes deepened, revealing complex emotions that Lin Yang couldn't decipher.

"I believe this whole thing started at least a year ago."

She spoke each word clearly, revealing a speculation that sent chills down Lin Yang's spine.

"Perhaps... I've been waiting for you to appear."

What does that mean?

wait for me?

It makes it seem like I'm part of their Play plan.

Lin Yang instantly felt as if he were being covered by an invisible net.

He immediately put on an innocent and aggrieved expression and began to complain, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"President Su, you're not right to say that."

"It makes me look like I'm in cahoots with those people. I'm innocent too, okay?"

"I was just a nobody in the sales department. That morning, Manager Wang yelled at me like I was a dog. I was just hoping to get paid to pay my rent and student loans. But I was forcibly dragged into this kind of infighting vortex in your company. Am I wronged?"

His complaints softened the lines of Su Man's tense face.

She suddenly reached out and gave his waist a light but firm pinch.

"Hiss—" Lin Yang gasped.

"Yes, you are innocent."

Su Man's lips curled into a dangerous yet alluring smile as she leaned down, her warm breath brushing against Lin Yang's ear.

"What you did to me the next morning is enough to put you in jail for ten years."

Lin Yang's body froze instantly.

He watched as Su Man slowly straightened up, a playful glint in her phoenix eyes.

Then, naked, she gracefully rolled out of bed and began searching for her phone among the messy clothes.

With each step she took, her breathtakingly beautiful body curves swayed before Lin Yang's eyes.

But Lin Yang has no interest in appreciating it right now.

His mind was buzzing.

Watching Su Man pick up her phone, unlock the screen, and tap a few times with her slender fingers.

Lin Yang's heart was in his throat, and his whole body tensed up.

"President Su, you...you don't really want to send me to jail, do you? I really acted impulsively. Please forgive me..."

His voice even changed tone.

Upon hearing this, Su Man looked up and gave him a charmingly disdainful look.

In that look, there was three parts disdain and seven parts mockery.

"Get dressed."

Her voice regained its commanding tone, crisp and efficient.

"I called Xiaoya over and asked her what happened."

"Yes, madam."

Lin Yang, half-lying on the bed, saluted. He quickly grabbed his clothes—his custom-made suit and white shirt.

A short while later, the two, dressed neatly, walked out of the lounge. Lin Yang closed the bookcase door and went to the tea table by the French windows to start making tea.