Novels Are a Lie. What Happened to the Promised Child of Destiny?

In the restroom, water splashed and footsteps echoed. Hearts fluttered, water sprayed, and every drop brought fresh misery.

The staff stared strangely at Huang Lei—or more precisely, at his lower half. His yellow suit pants were even yellower now. There was a conspicuous stain around the knees. That one patch might have looked small, but its impact was immeasurable.

They clamped their mouths shut and held their breath. Trying to laugh without breathing nearly gave them muscle cramps. Still, they had to let him save some face. They worked with him, after all, and had to consider his feelings.

The three staff members inside perfectly embodied the art of keeping a straight face. They did not laugh. They really did not. They wanted to spare Huang Lei the embarrassment—and themselves whatever payback might come later—so their expressions remained perfectly normal.

But their trembling bodies, wandering eyes, and faces growing twisted from holding their breath told a different story. They were having a hell of a time keeping it in.

Those strange expressions hit Huang Lei in waves like acid splashing across his face. How embarrassing! Worse, it hurt his pride. He was a leader, a senior executive, and he had pissed his pants in front of witnesses. What could he even say?

Huang Lei still could not understand why that phone call had come at such a godawful moment. Pissing his pants was bad enough, but he had also cursed out the big boss. How was he supposed to live this down?

He should have been grateful, really. The walking cesspit beside him had disappeared.

Qin Fen rushed out of the restroom, only to find the situation outside even more agonizing.

There was a heavy flow of people, packed close together and moving everywhere. One careless step and he would