What a masterful flip-flop.
Whether it was his expression or his lines, the irresolute man's reaction at that moment was well worth savoring.
As for Fu Qian, he naturally found it easy to read the deeper meaning behind it—Fine, I'll come clean. I've been messing with you this whole time.
What I'd wanted to do from the very beginning was escort you to the office.
After getting the date wrong earlier, this was undoubtedly another piece of terrible news.
And considering how drastically the irresolute man's stance had shifted since the moment he stopped him, it was enough to twist his waist right off.
First, he had been an impartial staff member; then, a righteous soul resisting in secret; and now, a sinister lackey and lapdog...
Leading him in circles, letting him see hope before postponing the date again—it had all just been the "game" he mentioned, all so he could see Fu Qian's reaction now?
Even why they had skipped Number 53 suddenly had a perfectly smooth explanation—because he had never intended to send Fu Qian out at all.
Even the "darkness" in his heart really did seem connected to the sort of person who lived for amusement.
Of course, that was merely the more likely guess based on the other man's reaction so far. It was still far too early to draw any conclusions.
For example, this could very well be another step in the flip-flopping. He might be saying he was taking Fu Qian to the attending physician's office, implying someone was waiting there to watch the fun.
While in reality, he had prepared eight or ten strippers to keep Fu Qian from getting too bored during these twenty-odd hours.
In short, this was simply—wonderful.
Not the strippers. The director.
Ever since leaving that door, everything before