"I'm scheming? Then let me ask you this." Feng Wanting's face was stern as he suddenly leaned forward and pinched Pei Yang's thin cheeks. "Why did Curator Pei save the photo to his album?"
"..."
Pei Yang blinked, the scant flesh on his cheeks caught between Feng Wanting's fingers. He struggled to speak. "How did you know... did you snoop through my phone?"
That answer made Feng Wanting laugh. He let go, looked at the red fingerprints he had left on Pei Yang's cheeks, and mimicked his earlier tone. "Actually, I wasn't sure you'd really saved the photo to your album, but that reaction... you pretty much gave yourself away."
Pei Yang: "..."
He'd been played.
"Back to the point." Pei Yang pretended nothing had happened and skipped past the subject. "What was the deal with the first prize?"
"Do you want the truth or a white lie?"
"Of course I want the truth!"
Feng Wanting held a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. "I did decide in advance that you'd win first prize."
Pei Yang: "..."
He knew it! He knew it!!
So many employees from the group had gone! So many people! There was only one winner! How could he possibly have been picked!
"But," Feng Wanting paused deliberately, "I didn't know beforehand what the first prize was."
"...Who do you think you're fooling?"
"It's true." Feng Wanting looked serious, not as though he was lying. "The first prize at FK's anniversary celebrations used to be a weeklong vacation with paid leave, all expenses covered by the group. This year... it got a little bizarre."
"What kind of chairman are you?" Pei Yang complained despite having benefited himself. "Don't you think that's unfair to everyone else?"
"My heart's too small to fit that many people," Feng