Chapter 4 Annual Gala Surprise
At the annual gala, Gu Zhaoyu looked triumphant, his whole being shining brightly.
I looked much simpler, like I had a gloomy filter over me, full of resentment.
Gu Zhaoyu generously gave bonuses to every employee. The on-site lottery got the atmosphere exploding. The gorgeous light show from the opposite building congratulated Gu Group on reaching new heights next year, pushing everyone's emotions to the peak.
My company was also holding a gala. I could only check the live reports in the group chat and send over a hundred red envelopes to liven up the vibe.
Suddenly, Gu Zhaoyu came over with a glass of red wine and asked what I was doing.
I quickly put away my phone and said guiltily, "Handling some work."
As a professional employee, I never forgot to set myself up as a model employee.
Gu Zhaoyu smiled a bit. "You've worked hard this year. Just rest well today."
His smile seemed a little gentle. I felt weird inside, like a flea crawling on me that I couldn't scratch, oddly uncomfortable.
Just then, thousands of drones flew outside the window. The drones used the sky as a canvas, drawing various shapes, magnificent and beautiful. Finally, they displayed big words:
[Lin Enterprises wishes every cute employee happiness, health, and all the best.]
Awesome!
It was blessing me.
I clapped and cheered with the people downstairs. As I clapped, I felt something was off.
I stopped and awkwardly looked at Gu Zhaoyu beside me.
His face darkened.
His jaw muscles bulged again.
"Lin Zhiyue, any other ways to break their fortune?"
"..." My jaw tightened hard too.
You damn killer, are you ever done?
Gu Zhaoyu said, "Hm?"
I gritted my teeth. "Replace their god of wealth with Ultraman?"
"That works!"
"???"
Say that again?
Gu Zhaoyu got pulled away to drink.
I opened my phone and saw Cousin excitedly showing off.
[Sis, did you see it?]
[Look, this is what you call vision. This is vision.]
[What is grandeur? This is grandeur.]
[Gu Zhaoyu only blesses himself, but we bless every consumer.]
[I got the scene back for you.]
[Right, I had someone sneak to their gala venue and add several dishes, all your favorites.]
[Eat well, make sure to eat him broke.]
He seemed very proud.
But my world collapsed!
You might as well report my name to Gu Zhaoyu directly and say I'm the spy.
I couldn't stay in this company anymore.
I decided to resign after getting the year-end bonus.
Gu Zhaoyu got drunk. I drove him home, helped him inside, poured a glass of water, prepared stomach medicine, and washed a towel to wipe his face.
He sobered up a lot, opened his hazy eyes, and grabbed my wrist.
"Lin Zhiyue, have I treated you well these years?"
"... Pretty well."
I felt a bit scared.
This was usually when the spy got exposed—first reminisce, then reveal the dirt.
Terrifying.
When did he find out I was the spy?
Was it when the dishes came and I ate too eagerly, exposing myself?
He smiled faintly. "Then, do you have anything to say to me?"