As the hazy atmosphere of early morning faded, the winter sunlight rose over the horizon,
In The Cabin's living room, after Tang Bing asked her strange-sounding guess, Fang Ran, who had been boasting nonstop just moments ago, suddenly fell silent.
Seeing him suddenly go quiet, Meng Lang and Gou Yu realized something was off as well.
Yeah, if all that luxurious chief executive officer lifestyle stuff was true,
Then where had the money come from?
"Bro, what the fuck..."
Looking at Fang Ran's abnormal silence, Meng Lang spoke with disbelief written all over his face:
"Don't tell me you really got kept by some rich woman!?"
Hearing that utterly baseless slander, Fang Ran slammed the table and shot to his feet, loudly refuting him.
"Bullshit! Bro, don't talk nonsense! I was not kept by a rich woman!"
There was no mysterious empress, no one hundred million in allowance money,
None of that had happened!
He denied it with absolute righteousness and determination, but faced with everyone's silently suspicious looks,
He finally coughed awkwardly and pretended to explain,
"It was all paid for by the consortium. As chief executive officer, I had work to do, after all. It was an entirely fair, just, and transparent exchange of equivalent value, based on personal ties and mutual interests."
He had slightly blurred the distinction between the consortium's controller and the consortium itself, though what he said was not exactly a lie.
Hearing his explanation, they were all surprised that a consortium would really provide its chief executive officer with the extravagant lifestyle he had described. Still, no matter what, it sounded far more plausible than being kept by a rich woman.
But then they began wondering what sort of work he did that could be exchanged for such excessive treatment.
Knowing perfectly well