Soul Patch

Chapter 206 Prank?

That line of text, each word like a blood-stained rose, bloomed on the paper, both alluring and tragic.

Wenjie was terrified.

In a moment of impulsiveness, he rushed out of the office, and seeing that the elevator was not there, he turned around and tried to run down the stairs.

As soon as he opened the fire door to the 20th-floor corridor, his gaze swept over the large trash can at the corner of the stairs, and he suddenly stopped.

His legs seemed to have a mind of their own; he was supposed to go downstairs, but somehow he found himself walking step by step closer to the trash can.

The distinctive smell of the trash can grew stronger and stronger, wafting into his nostrils. He tilted his head slightly to get his nose away from the trash can, then yanked open the lid.

There was a small amount of office waste at the bottom of the trash can, which looked to take up about 1/5 of the can's volume.

Why is no one emptying this trash can?

The 16th and 20th floors are only a few floors apart, but twenty minutes have passed and there hasn't been a single cleaning staff member on the 20th floor.

Is the administration department really that bad at assigning tasks? No one is collecting the trash on the general manager's floor, but they're collecting the trash on other floors instead?

Wenjie turned around and went back to his office with suspicion.

He returned to his desk and found that the blood-written letter was gone, leaving only a quill pen lying on the desk with traces of dried dark red liquid on the tip.

In such a short period of time, who has come to my office?

Who would dare to make such a blatant joke in broad daylight?

He studied the internal phone number list for a while, found Li Shiman's internal number, and dialed it:

"Ring, ring, ring..."

The phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

Did something happen?

Just as he was about to hang up, the call was answered.

"Mr. Li, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Hello, Ms. Li is not in her office. I am her assistant, Xue Xiaowan."

It was Xue Xiaowan. An image of a short-haired girl in a black skirt and a blue silk shirt appeared in Wenjie's mind.

"Oh, so do you know where Mr. Li went?"

"I don't know, I also came to get her to sign something. I walked to the door and found that her office door was open and the internal phone on her desk was ringing."

Normally, I shouldn't answer my boss's calls. I turned to leave, but the phone kept ringing, probably because it was urgent; otherwise, no one would keep dialing. After hesitating for a moment, I came back in and answered the phone. "Xue Xiaowan said timidly.

"Okay, I understand!" Wenjie put the receiver to his ear and listened carefully to the voice coming from the other end. "Bang!" The other party hung up the phone.

Wenjie rubbed his ears, pulled the receiver far away, frowned at the phone, took a breath, lay back in his chair, and put his legs up on the desk.

He held the quill pen in his hand, playing with it. The green quill was fixed to a copper pen handle. The pen handle... Wenjie moved closer to get a better look. Was the pen handle an antique style deliberately aged, or was it genuinely old and the copper handle rusted, giving it its mottled and broken appearance?

The nib, made of stainless steel, features three symmetrical arc patterns. On the innermost arc pattern, the letters DI.OMLI are written vertically.

The dried red marks on the pen tip covered half of the tip's area, basically reaching the upper edge of the second arc.

He brought the pen tip to his nose and smelled it: it didn't have the terrifying salty, fishy smell he had imagined.

Wenjie couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. It was just a dab of red ink, yet he had somehow come to think of murder.

Have you been driven a little crazy by system tasks lately?

He casually turned the pen and discovered that the letters SOUL were also engraved on the side of the pen.

soul?

He threw the quill pen on the table, found the restaurant's phone number on the intercom, and dialed it, but no one answered.

I checked my watch: 14:45 PM.

The restaurant is probably closed.

He needs to eat even when he's resting; he's feeling hungry right now.

Perhaps the general manager's assistant next door had some food, so he got up and went to the general manager's office, where the door was ajar.

He stood in front of the door and could vaguely hear the people inside talking.

She was a short-haired girl wearing a black mini-skirt and a blue silk shirt, named Xue Xiaowan!

"Yes, Mr. Wen, I heard from Mr. Wang that Mr. Wen and Mr. Li were in the office, and I don't know what they talked about, but they were both very emotional, and Mr. Li even shed tears. Later, the two of them... the two of them hugged each other..."

Damn! I told you I didn't want to work for a big company. The interpersonal relationships are too damn complicated. There's a bunch of people waiting to tattle on you behind your back.

Wenjie pushed open the door and walked in. Xue Xiaowan and her father, Wen Tianyi, stared in astonishment at Wenjie, who was walking in angrily.

Xue Xiaowan panicked: "Um... um, Mr. Wen, you two talk, I'll be going now!"

After saying that, she hurriedly walked towards the door.

Wenjie stretched out his arm to stop her, saying, "You're pretty fast upstairs, aren't you?"

"Ok?"

Xue Xiaowan was taken aback: "No, no, you guys chat! I have something to do, something to do..."

As she spoke, she took small, quick steps and ran towards the door.

Wenjie snorted as he watched Xue Xiaowan's retreating figure, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Wen Tianyi was pondering what his public relations assistant, Xue Xiaowan, had said, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

So when Wenjie turned around, he was greeted by a pair of smiling eyes; his father was watching him with a beaming smile.

Wenjie was somewhat surprised that his father looked so delighted that someone had reported him.

"Dad, what are you laughing at?"

"Did I...did I laugh?"

Wen Tianyi touched his chin and asked.

Knowing that Wenjie and Li Shiman might know each other and were behaving intimately, they even... even hugged each other!

He was genuinely happy. He knew his son well; Wenjie was definitely not the kind of person who would hug girls casually. If he were to have intimate behavior with someone, it must be because he liked that person.

But he was only secretly happy, so how... how did Wenjie see through it?

Having been in the business world for so many years, how come I've started to show my emotions so openly?

Wenjie didn't reply. He looked around and saw a small refrigerator in the corner of the office.

He walked straight over, opened the box, and sure enough, there was quite a lot of stock.

He picked up a ham sandwich and a can of milk, sat down on the sofa, and started eating.

"Dad, why do you have so much food in your fridge?" Wenjie asked, tearing open the plastic packaging of a sandwich.

"Sometimes I miss mealtimes when I'm busy." Wen Tianyi walked over to Wen Jie and sat down. "Wen Jie, why haven't you eaten yet?"

"without……"

"Where did you go without eating lunch?"

Wen Tianyi was confused. He took out his phone, dialed a number, and made a call.

Wenjie's mouth was full of sandwich ham, and he paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

He stared blankly at the can of milk in his hand.

(End of this chapter)