Have You Forgotten

To be honest, it only takes about three hours to get to Malaysia.

So, by the time Bai Yuyou and her group got off the plane, it was just nearing noon. They even had time for lunch.

"Oh wow, my brother was right. The airport here actually has Chinese," Tang Keke said, blinking as she saw the railing with the words "Welcome to Malaysia" written in Chinese.

"Ah, the air abroad is so much better," a voice came from the side.

Bai Yuyou and the others turned to see Sunshine Guy taking deep, exaggerated breaths, speaking louder than normal. "When I was little, my chairman father often took me traveling abroad. Ah, Kuala Lumpur, brings back memories."

Tang Keke and the others: "..."

"Wow, your husband," An Shiyu said to Tang Keke with deadpan eyes.

"Yuck, yuck, yuck! Your husband!" Tang Keke instantly bristled.

Perhaps the two girls' voices caught Sunshine Guy's attention. He looked over and happened to notice An Shiyu and the others looking his way—a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Young guys always like to use weird ways to attract girls they're interested in, and one of the most common is showing off.

"I can take you guys out later. I know this place really well. My great-uncle's second cousin's neighbor lives here," Sunshine Guy said with a smile. Even though his last attempt to chat them up didn't work, it didn't stop him from admiring these girls. After all, their looks were top-tier in the class... no, probably the whole college.

"The college doesn't allow us to go off on our own," An Shiyu said, seeming a bit annoyed by this person. If only she could tape his mouth shut. "If you like it here that much, I'll pay for you to renounce your citizenship?"

Sunshine Guy sensed the aggression in An Shiyu's words but persisted, "It really is better abroad. Look at these snacks and stuff, no additives."

An Shiyu tsked at this, giving him a look like he was a bug.

"Is it possible, just maybe, that it's because they don't have regulations requiring additives to be listed?"

"No, no, no. Otherwise, look at neighboring Singapore. Even drinks are graded A, B, C, D based on healthiness. That's putting the citizens first."

"Fewer people getting diabetes saves a few rounds of healthcare money from the national treasury, don't you think?" An Shiyu scoffed. "How about this? Why don't you go drink some toilet water in Japan? I hear it's clean and tasty enough, probably sweet and fragrant for someone like you."

Sunshine Guy, hit with several retorts from An Shiyu, opened his mouth but seemed unable to say anything, finally slinking away.

"Wow, An Shiyu, your mouth is so sharp. He ran away."

An Shiyu kept her hands in her pockets. "Probably because your husband is a bit of a coward."

"Your husband!"

Bai Yuyou also noticed Sunshine Guy walking away and asked curiously, "Where is he going?"

"Who knows? Maybe off to buy a copy of Yilin magazine to replenish his energy?" An Shiyu shrugged.

At that moment, Bai Yuyou was also fiddling with her phone. After confirming she could connect to the network, she sent Ye Shuang a photo confirming her safe arrival.

Of course, it included a group selfie with everyone.

...

Back in the country, in the company office.

"That was fast, they're already there."

Ye Shuang couldn't help but smile upon receiving Bai Yuyou's message. In just a few short hours apart, that kid was already two thousand kilometers away.

He looked at the photo again and noticed Bai Yuyou seemed to be standing on her tiptoes for the selfie, as her angle was a bit higher, clearly capturing everyone around her.

Taizi was curiously looking around at the surroundings, An Shiyu and Tang Keke were bickering, and finally there was Bai Yuyou herself, lifting her little face earnestly to get into the frame, looking adorable.

"Without even realizing it, Yuyou has made several friends around her," Ye Shuang mused with a sigh.

"Uncle, looking like that, one would think you're the mama-san of a tea house," An Shiyu's lazy voice came from beside him, a game controller in her hand.

Ye Shuang: "..."

"This computer can play games?" Due to Ye Shuang's arrangements, An Shiyu had a desk next to his. He just didn't know how she could play on this piece of junk.

"Well, it's passable. I swapped out a few parts," An Shiyu said, then opened up that pitch-black office computer case—inside, a clean set of white parts gleamed with lights, and a triple-fan graphics card whirred.

"Alright, alright. A tractor exterior with a Lamborghini engine, is that it?" Ye Shuang's mouth twitched.

But...

"It's work hours now, how can you play games..." Before Ye Shuang could finish, An Shiyu handed him a schedule. "Here."

Ye Shuang took the folder and looked. The plan for the day was flawlessly completed.

"Even if the plan is done, there's still the meeting notes..."

"Here, the meeting notes."

"And the project follow-ups..."

"Here, the follow-up feedback forms."

Ye Shuang looked at the things An Shiyu kept handing over. He was rendered speechless.

"You... finished all of today's work already?" He found it hard to believe.

An Shiyu waved a hand. "If nothing else pops up later, pretty much. Finish early, slack off early."

What to do? She made perfect sense. He couldn't refute it at all.

Watching An Shiyu lounging with her legs up playing games, Ye Shuang suddenly understood how some bosses felt—seeing an employee so leisurely did feel a bit strange. Although he didn't mind, Ye Shuang felt that whether in the school infirmary or this office, there was always a certain fish playing games next to him.

It was like a conceptual deity.

[You can find An Shiyu anywhere.]

"But Little Fish, even if you're slacking off, shouldn't you at least avoid doing it in front of your boss?" Ye Shuang asked.

Shouldn't you show me some respect?

Hearing this, An Shiyu seemed to size Ye Shuang up from head to toe before saying,

"Uncle, so a sad, thick barrier has already come between us now."

Ye Shuang: "..."

"Ah, well, I guess there's nothing to be done about it," An Shiyu said, turning off her monitor with a forlorn expression, rubbing the corners of her eyes. "Thinking back to when you were pretending to be a teacher at the academy, at your most weak, pitiful, and helpless, it was I who kindly took you in as the school doctor."

"You've forgotten all that, have you?! Er Gou!"

I was just at the academy to keep an eye on Yuyou's situation back then! Why make it sound so tragic?! And who the heck is Er Gou?!

"Alright, alright, I was just saying. If you've finished your work, play as you like. Just don't let others see," Ye Shuang said, his conscience starting to ache slightly from An Shiyu's words, as if he'd truly committed some heinous crime.

"Can't be appeased now. Unless you go buy me a bottle of juice," An Shiyu said, turning her screen back on and heaving a heavy sigh.

Ye Shuang: "..."

Pushing your luck now, aren't you?

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