The station had an event that evening. Before Wei Zijin left, she said she would be home very late.
Wang Xiaoliang heated up last night's leftovers by himself.
They had been too busy being intimate yesterday, and the food had sat on the table all night instead of going into the fridge. He sniffed it. Still fine, not sour. He might as well hurry up and finish it.
As the microwave turned, he leaned against the kitchen doorframe, still turning the matter of Zhang Fei over in his mind.
That woman really was something. Nuomi was softhearted. On the day of the interview, she had seen Zhang Fei kindly give her chance to someone else and hired her on the spot. But it turned out she had never intended to work there at all. As soon as she arrived, she started adding people on WeChat, poaching staff, and sneaking looks at Nuomi's computer.
Using someone else's kindness as a stepping stone-there was practically no limit to how low she would stoop.
But Nuomi's reaction puzzled him, too.
He remembered sitting down with Xiao Mo and Nuomi alongside his wife after their first livestream to discuss the company's plans. Nuomi had kept her head down, swiping through her phone. He hadn't thought anything of it then.
Suddenly, Nuomi had looked up and asked Wei Zijin, "Did Zhang Fei add you on WeChat?"
At the time, the question had seemed to come out of nowhere.
Now he understood.
Nuomi had been watching the surveillance footage.
Zhang Fei and Wei Zijin had gone into the restroom one after the other. There were no cameras inside, but Nuomi had clearly seen how closely they had entered. She hadn't just been watching Zhang Fei; she had been testing Wei Zijin, too.
Wei Zijin had told