Chapter 58: That Brat Actually Sold Him Out Just Like That?!

Song Linfeng struggled to hold back his laughter. “Did you forget that today’s only the 17th? The month isn’t over yet.”

“Oh, right!” Ye Wuqi’s face lit up immediately, clearly planning to squeeze more money out of Gong Lu before the month’s end.

Gong Lu’s expression darkened further.

Song Linfeng shot a glance at their thoroughly exasperated boss and, suppressing another chuckle, continued, “That fifteen million, did you stash it all away again?”

“Of course I did!”

“You money-hoarding maniac, hahaha…” At last, Song Linfeng couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “You’d rather go hungry than touch your savings—you’d let your money rot in the bank before you’d spend a cent, hahahaha…”

Ye Wuqi didn’t mind being teased. He grinned, both cheerful and smug. “But now I’m not skipping meals anymore. I’ve got someone to take care of me now! I get braised pork at every meal!”

“You mean Miss Luoluo?” Song Linfeng stroked his chin thoughtfully. “It is a bit odd—she suddenly has so much money, and she treats you so well…”

“Exactly! She’s really good to me! And get this, Lu—”

Ye Wuqi turned to Gong Lu, excitement plain on his face. “That girl was even weirder today. She insisted I study hard, so I joked that if she ranked first in next week’s exam, I’d start working hard. To my surprise, she took it seriously and made me sign a formal statement—two copies, with our signatures and fingerprints. It was all very official!”

Gong Lu’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he merely took another unhurried sip of his drink, saying nothing.

Song Linfeng, on the other hand, looked astonished. “That’s pretty strange…”

“Isn’t it? Here, this is the statement.” Ye Wuqi pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. “I’m hopeless with anything except deposit slips, so, Song, you keep this for me. Lu definitely won’t.”

Song Linfeng glanced at the statement and looked even more surprised. “It’s very formally written, and her handwriting’s quite neat. But if she really does come in first and you don’t study hard, you’ll have to pay her half a million for emotional damages. Would you really give up your savings for that?”

“Are you kidding? There’s no way she’ll come first. You know her—her grades are terrible!”

“That’s true.” Song Linfeng nodded and set the statement aside, planning to take it with him later and keep it safe for Ye Wuqi.

“But,” Ye Wuqi mused aloud, “she can’t possibly come in first—so why make me sign this?”

Song Linfeng joked, “Maybe she just wants to make a show of it.”

Gong Lu only snorted in amusement, not bothering to join their nonsense. That girl, He Luo, could already rewire computer chips and circuits with ease; ranking first wasn’t out of the question.

“Forget it, whatever,” Ye Wuqi said, unwilling to dwell on it. He turned to Gong Lu. “Lu, I heard that old woman wants you to get engaged to An Qianqian?”

Clearly, this was the real reason he’d come to the bar tonight.

“You heard?” Gong Lu let out a quiet laugh, utterly nonchalant. “And who did you hear that from, hmm?”

“Of course it was Song!” Ye Wuqi answered at once.

Song Linfeng froze for a moment before leaping to his feet and dashing out. That little brat had sold him out without even hesitating! He was doomed—absolutely doomed!

In his hurry, he even forgot to take the statement with him.

Ye Wuqi didn’t notice either. He just stared at the now-empty doorway and laughed heartily. “Song’s escaping skills are getting better—he vanished in an instant!”