Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 110 - 107: The Key

Just as Wen Nan was pondering how to unfold the topic about "GATE," Guan Ailin had already closed the phone conference interface.

"Sigh..."

Sitting at the table, Guan Ailin’s palm still rested on the back of Wen Nan’s hand which was placed on her chest, the gloom on her face becoming more intense.

"Still in pain?" Wen Nan said as he massaged the place he held in his palm again.

Guan Ailin’s fingers tightened around his wrist slightly, she squeezed out a smile to Wen Nan, shook her head, "It’s nothing."

It seemed like she didn’t want to talk more, but the inner voice didn’t stop——

’So tired.’

’I gave up all the family support, started from scratch, and still worked day and night for the company just to draw a clear line with them, but in the end... the nest was still stolen by my own family.’

’Around me, who else can I trust?’

’The whole Erin Group, from the board to the management, is probably rotten from the root, isn’t it?’

Listening to Guan Ailin’s inner voice, Wen Nan’s mind quickly conjured up the background introduction of the second main task, that sentence "Erin has been sick recently."

So, is this the sickness?

"Is there something unsatisfactory at work?" Wen Nan gently prompted, "Was there a problem in the meeting just now?"

Guan Ailin lifted her beautiful yet pale face, looked at Wen Nan for a moment, her lips moving slightly, for a moment as if she wanted to confide her heart to Wen Nan, but in the end, constrained by her status and company regulations, she said nothing.

"It’s nothing," she shook her head, "nothing at all."

’This kind of thing, I still can’t tell Ye Jiu.’

’Even if I want to, I shouldn’t, I can’t drag him into this.’

Wen Nan waited for a while, did not hear any more, and finally decided to take the initiative to probe, "Is it the laboratory behind G. Point that’s having issues?"

Upon hearing Wen Nan’s words, Guan Ailin’s eyes widened in surprise.

’How does he know about that top-secret laboratory? And even know that it’s right behind G. Point?’

’There are only two keys to that lab, one in my hand, and one with Stephen, and Stephen is under Yang Jingyuan’s orders...’

’Could it be that Ye Jiu... is he a spy deliberately planted by Yang Jingyuan at my side?!’

’This fits Yang Jingyuan’s scheming nature, after all, it’s not her first time planting spies around me...’

’But, Ye Jiu... why does it have to be Ye Jiu...’

’Why is it the one person in this whole company that I care about the most...’

’Are you going to betray me too, sob sob sob’

Wen Nan stood beside, not saying a word, just listened as the soft female voice beside him was already conjuring up an elaborate drama of corporate battle, espionage, and palace intrigues on her own.

Seeing the opponent’s lips tightly pressed, face becoming even paler, fingers clenching with force, gripping his wrist to the point of pain.

Wen Nan suspected that if he didn’t speak up to stop her, her next step would be to label him as the "spy sent by Yang Jingyuan" and then directly kick him out of the office.

"I just happened to overhear you mentioning it in the phone conference, so I casually asked, sorry, did it involve any confidential issues?" Wen Nan explained calmly.

Guan Ailin looked seriously into his eyes, seeing the straightforwardness, not like lying, she was relieved, shook her head, and simply replied, "No, it’s just that this matter, I am not convenient to tell you in detail."

’It seems I overthought, he really has nothing to do with Yang Jingyuan.’

’It was my carelessness during the phone conference just now, didn’t expect that a partner’s weekly meeting would suddenly mention that lab, lost my composure for a moment, said what should have been confidential.’

’Blame this annoying chest pain and stomachache, making me unable to think straight.’

’Speaking of which, why did this chest pain and stomach pain just suddenly begin since early this morning, like being pierced through by someone, it truly is so painful, sob sob sob...’

Wen Nan’s mind once again conjured the image of that soul puppet, he wanted to ask more, however, the system prompt sounded in his mind untimely——

9527: [Your skill Mind Reading Technique has ended, now entering cooldown time.]

Ended so soon?

The time for mind reading, even with the triple overlap of Flower Tears, still feels insufficient.

Knock knock knock.

As he was thinking, a knock on the door came from the entrance.

Wen Nan looked up towards the door, seeing a familiar figure pushing the door open and walking in.

"Sis, you were looking for me."

Yang Jingyuan, wearing a Gucci casual dress suit, with a smile on her face, walked in slowly.

Seeing Wen Nan sitting by the desk, helping Guan Ailin massage her chest, Yang Jingyuan’s smile froze, "Why are you here?"

Wen Nan stood up, "I came to deliver something, I’m leaving now, won’t disturb your conversation."

Quickly walking through the office, brushing past Yang Jingyuan, she once again grabbed Wen Nan’s arm.

She brought her lips close to Wen Nan’s ear, the overpoweringly sweet scent of ambergris perfume shooting straight into his nostrils.

"Hey, little brother, don’t forget what you promised me last time."

Before Wen Nan could respond, Guan Ailin, who was sitting behind the desk, spoke coldly: freёwebnoѵel.com

"Xiao Yuan, I’ve told you, he is my person, stay away from him."

Yang Jingyuan, with a teasing tone, countered, "What, has he signed a slave contract with you or something?"

Though she managed to speak the words to get an advantage, facing Guan Ailin’s icy gaze, Yang Jingyuan was somewhat afraid, not daring to truly anger her, finally wisely released Wen Nan’s hand.

Wen Nan bid farewell to the two of them, in the tense atmosphere, hurriedly left the office.

Just as he closed the door, Zhang Beibei rushed over immediately.

"Senior brother! Help! This is urgent!"

Wen Nan looked at the round face of his junior sister, momentarily feeling time had rewound, wasn’t this just like yesterday’s plot?

In his stupor, Zhang Beibei, unable to wait any longer, pulled his hand, dragging him into a cramped storage room next to the pantry.

Click.

Locking the storage room door from the inside, Zhang Beibei cornered Wen Nan against the wall.

"Hmm?" Wen Nan felt the roles of men and women seemed somewhat reversed, "Are you seriously going to sexually harass me at work?"

"Huh?" At Wen Nan’s words, Zhang Beibei lowered her head, gaze falling on Wen Nan’s chest muscles that could be described as perfectly toned, swallowed involuntarily, pondered for a moment, nodded, "Since I’m here, some harassment... doesn’t seem so bad."

Wen Nan feigned anger, "I am your senior brother!"

Zhang Beibei’s devilish hands reaching towards Wen Nan’s chest paused, then her smile turned more mischievous, "Orthopedics? Wouldn’t that be even better?"

Wen Nan was shocked, raising a finger to tap her forehead, "What’s going on in that little head of yours all day?"

Zhang Beibei raised a hand to cover her forehead, seeing he wasn’t playing along, she finally remembered her serious matter, retracting her joking demeanor, putting on a worried face,

"Senior brother, this time I am in urgent need, you must help me, or else I can’t even keep my job! I beg you!"

Wen Nan said solemnly, "What’s the matter, speak."

Zhang Beibei pulled out a key from the cleavage in her chest, holding it up to Wen Nan.

Wen Nan’s brow furrowed, "This is?"

Zhang Beibei gritted her teeth, getting straight to the point, "This is the key to a certain confidential laboratory."