It Was All Recorded

When Guo Lantai asked to move into his room, Cen Muxiao finally came to a realization. So this was what he had been after.

He had failed to stay in Cen Muxiao's room the night before and still refused to give up, trying to use this opportunity to achieve his goal.

Even his personal apology had not been enough. Wasn't it a bit too much to deliberately use this matter as leverage?

"What? Does Mr. Cen have reservations?"

Seeing him frown in thought, Guo Lantai asked with a smile. If Cen Muxiao admitted he had reservations, that would mean he did not trust Song Anning. Cen Muxiao could never say something like that.

Still, Guo Lantai did not hold much hope that Cen Muxiao would agree to his request. Song Anning lived right across the hall, and to avoid suspicion, Cen Muxiao would never agree to sleep in the same room with him as a pair. No matter how innocent it was.

At most, bringing it up would just make things a little unpleasant for Cen Muxiao.

"Guo Lantai, you're making things difficult for him. You shouldn't use this matter to pressure Muxiao."

The moment Song Anning heard it, he grew anxious. Afraid that Cen Muxiao would agree the second he opened his mouth, he rushed to condemn Guo Lantai first.

"If it has to be this way, then I'll apologize to you. I'm sorry, I was wrong. My eyesight was poor, and I went into the wrong room. I disturbed your... private moment. I..."

He quickly replayed the entire sequence of events in his mind and could not find any loopholes. Yet Guo Lantai was so confident, even daring to negotiate terms with Cen Muxiao, that Song Anning began to lose confidence.

In that split second, he decided it would be better to take the blame first. Guo Lantai might get to gloat for a while, but Cen Muxiao would see his sacrifice and grievance with his own eyes, feel guilty, and stand even more firmly by his side in the future.

"Anning! This isn't your fault. You don't need to apologize!"

Cen Muxiao immediately disliked the idea and stopped him in a cold voice.

Look at what Guo Lantai had driven Song Anning to! To keep Cen Muxiao from being put in a difficult position, he would rather suffer himself and admit fault against his conscience. How could that be allowed?

Cen Muxiao deeply regretted giving Guo Lantai the chance to make demands in the first place.

"Guo Lantai, know when to stop."

Frost seemed ready to form in Cen Muxiao's icy eyes as he swept a glance over Guo Lantai and Yu Tu. "I've given you a chance to prove it. If you fail to seize it, don't blame me for being rude."

"Tsk, tsk. Mr. Cen really is difficult to deal with. How about this? We can change the request. I can't think of anything tonight, though, so you can owe me one. Deal?"

Guo Lantai wore an expression that said he had known this would happen all along, timely offering the other man a way out. Cen Muxiao cared about his pride; he would not refuse to give him anything at all.

Cen Muxiao stared at him. "Guo Lantai!"

Guo Lantai's eyes curved with a smile. "Don't worry. It'll absolutely be something within your capabilities. I know where the line is."

Watching the two of them go back and forth over terms, Yu Tu was puzzled. How exactly was his good brother planning to prove that that green tea bitch had stirred up trouble?

After all, he was one of the people involved. He knew exactly what had just happened. But if Song Anning refused to admit it, there was no way for them to prove anything, was there?

So he quietly reached out and poked Guo Lantai in the lower back, lowering his voice as he asked behind him, "What are you thinking? How do you want me to cooperate?"

His idea was simple: they had strength in numbers, so even if they had to throw a tantrum and play shrews, that was fine!

Even if Cen Muxiao did not believe them, it did not matter. At the very least, it would prove in reverse that what Song Anning said was not necessarily the truth. Then Cen Muxiao could not do anything to them.

Guo Lantai understood Yu Tu's intention, but he did not respond. He merely looked up at Cen Muxiao again and confirmed, "So, Mr. Cen? This request isn't excessive, right?"

Cen Muxiao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before quickly agreeing. "Fine. It's settled, then. Don't waste time. How are you going to prove it?"

"Okay, right away."

Guo Lantai agreed cheerfully. Then he raised his brows at Song Anning and said in a half-joking tone, "Although Mr. Song really should apologize, that apology just now wasn't sincere at all. It sounded as though I had a knife to your throat and was forcing you to say it. It doesn't count."

"You..."

Song Anning wanted to say more, but seeing that Cen Muxiao was already waiting for the result, he swallowed the words about to leave his mouth. With a cold laugh, he said, "Then I hope Mr. Guo's proof will be convincing."

"As you wish."

Guo Lantai leisurely spoke those four words, then waved at Tang Xu, who had remained silent. "Xiao Xu, bring me your phone."

Tang Xu had been so stunned by the domineering CEO aura that he had not recovered for a long while. The call startled him, and he looked utterly confused. "Huh? What?"

Guo Lantai held out his hand and repeated, "Your phone. Let me see it."

When he had been tussling with Yu Tu earlier, he had clearly seen Tang Xu holding up his phone toward them. He had evidently found it amusing and was recording them.

By coincidence, Song Anning had barged in at that moment and started talking nonsense without even asking a single question. Tang Xu, like them, had been stunned, so he casually put his phone on the sofa. After that, he had kept watching them and had not paid attention to it again.

It was not until Cen Muxiao came in to reprimand Yu Tu that Guo Lantai caught sight of the phone still lying on the sofa, its screen still lit. That flashing red dot proved that the recording function was still on.

That was indisputable evidence, automatically saved!

Man proposes, Heaven disposes. Song Anning had never imagined that every word and action after he entered the room had been recorded in full.

Even if the footage was unclear, there was no way he could deny that voice, one that had practically been carved into Cen Muxiao's bones.

At Guo Lantai's words, Tang Xu quickly understood. Slapping his forehead, he hurried back to his seat, carefully retrieved the phone, and decisively pressed the stop button. Only then did he hand it to Guo Lantai with relief. "Brother Guo, it was all recorded!"

The instant he said that, Song Anning's body trembled. His hands twisted tightly together as he roared inwardly, How was that possible? Why hadn't I noticed when I came in?

Then again, all his attention had been on Guo Lantai. How could he have noticed what anyone else was doing?

Taking the phone, Guo Lantai promised on the spot, "Fantastic! I'll treat you to a big meal sometime!"

Tang Xu rubbed his hands along the seams of his pants and gave a foolish grin. "It's enough that I could help. Forget the big meal."

It had only been something he did unintentionally. How could he have the nerve to claim credit for it?

Yu Tu brightened up, throwing an arm around Tang Xu's shoulders and thumping his chest. "I'll treat! I'll treat! No need to be polite!"

They had not even started proving anything, yet the three of them were already discussing a celebratory feast. Cen Muxiao's expression darkened several shades. They were getting carried away!

"The evidence?" he asked Guo Lantai with a raised brow.

Guo Lantai pinched the phone between his fingers and waved it. "Yes. What a coincidence—when Mr. Song came in, Tang Xu happened to be recording us. There probably isn't much footage afterward, but I'm sure every word that needed to be recorded was captured without missing a single one. You don't believe what I say, but this can't be faked, can it?"

Guo Lantai was also secretly glad. The song he had selected had not started playing yet, and there had been little noise in the private room. The audio quality was sure to be clear.

"I'll play it so everyone can listen. Mr. Cen is exceptionally intelligent—he'll know the moment he hears it whether someone deliberately twisted the facts and caused trouble."

As he spoke, he was about to press the play button when a figure suddenly lunged at him from the corner of his eye. A tense hand shot straight toward the phone in his grasp.

It was Song Anning!

His movement was accompanied by a somewhat urgent voice. "You're bluffing us, aren't you? Let me see it first!"

Before Guo Lantai could even curse inwardly, pain shot through the web between his thumb and forefinger, and the phone flew from his hand!