322: What, you want to be a gigolo?

Although he didn't drive fast, when Ye Su arrived at the Poyun Group office, it was only a little past ten, more than ten minutes earlier than their morning appointment.

"Coming this early, she can't find fault with me again and say I always arrive right on the dot, can she?"

Muttering to himself as he went up to the 21st floor of Taixing Mansion, Ye Su was just about to enter the office when he brushed past a slightly plump woman under 1.6 meters tall.

Although she was dressed up flamboyantly, one could still tell she was a middle-aged woman in her late forties or early fifties.

Ye Su only glanced at her before looking away, but as they passed each other, her eyes stared straight at him, sizing him up.

Being sized up with such a naked gaze made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

But Ye Su just assumed that since he was a stranger entering the Poyun Group's office area, she was only looking at him out of curiosity.

After passing her and ignoring her scrutinizing gaze, Ye Su was about to head to Li Mengyao's office when he saw a young female employee in the office area walking quickly toward the door.

When their eyes met, the female employee couldn't help but size up Ye Su as he entered.

There was nothing he could do about it; he was born with the face of a gigolo.

On top of that, the system constantly upgraded his [Charisma], [Charm], [Physique], and other attributes, making Ye Su naturally attractive to the opposite sex.

If he kept upgrading like this, Ye Su suspected he would eventually turn into a [walking aphrodisiac].

"Manager Zhou, here are a few financial statements from last week. They need your confirmation and signature."

"Financial statements, Manager Zhou?"

After passing the young female employee, Ye Su, who was about to walk inside, froze in his tracks when he heard this. He turned around to take another look at the middle-aged woman addressed as "Manager Zhou."

Could this person be the finance manager mentioned in the intelligence report, Zhou Ruolan, who embezzled public funds to support male models and cyber gigolos?

So her staring at me just now was because she took me for a male model!

"I'm busy right now. Just leave the documents on my desk, and I'll deal with them when I get back."

After saying that, Zhou Ruolan quickly left the doorway and walked toward the stairs, pulling out her phone as she went.

"When an old lady walks fast, something's bound to be amiss."

Her personal details matched the intelligence, and her hurried departure seemed rather suspicious in Ye Su's eyes.

He would ask Li Mengyao about it in a moment.

Knock, knock, knock—

Ye Su quickly arrived in front of Li Mengyao's office and knocked on her door.

Li Mengyao's voice came from inside: "Come in."

"Hello." As soon as he entered, Ye Su greeted her with a grin.

"Oh." Seeing that it was Ye Su who walked in, Li Mengyao immediately said in a sarcastic tone, "How rare. You're actually here so early today."

"How would I dare make you wait?"

"Hmph, at least you know your place." Li Mengyao smiled with satisfaction. "Someone will come by later to process some paperwork. Once that's done, you can take it to the DMV to transfer the car's ownership."

"OK."

Hearing that someone else was coming over soon, Ye Su temporarily put aside the matter of the finance department's embezzlement.

During this time, Li Mengyao also signed a "Gift Agreement" for the free transfer of the Lamborghini Urus to Ye Su.

Before long, the person Li Mengyao had made an appointment with arrived and helped them sort out the necessary documents.

Once the staff member left, Ye Su asked as if casually:

"Just now at the entrance, I ran into a woman in her forties who was dressed up quite flamboyantly. I heard an employee call her Manager Zhou. Is she in charge of your finance department?"

"You mean Zhou Ruolan? She's the manager of the company's finance department." Li Mengyao stared at Ye Su suspiciously.

"What, do you want to live off her?"

"No way, I have a weak stomach. I really can't digest that kind of soft rice." Ye Su shot back, "If I'm going to live off someone, it has to be you."

"Who's letting you live off them!" Li Mengyao picked up a pack of tissues and threw it into Ye Su's lap.

Ye Su caught the tissues. "If you won't let me, then so be it. Why react so strongly?"

"You're the one reacting strongly!"

"Fine, fine, fine, I'm the one reacting strongly, alright..."

"Good, as long as you know you're wrong."

Ye Su found that although Li Mengyao had a big temper, she was also easy to coax.

Every time she bared her fangs and claws, as long as he admitted he was wrong, she would calm down.

"So why did you suddenly ask about her?"

"Oh, it's just that I have a friend who heard that a super generous wealthy woman has been visiting a certain club lately. She spends money like she just won the lottery."

"He showed me a photo yesterday, and she looked just like the Manager Zhou I met at the door."

Whenever he was in a tight spot, Ye Su could only resort to the "I have a friend" trick.

Anyway, Li Mengyao had no way of verifying it.

If she asked which friend it was and wanted to meet them, Ye Su could easily say that the person had already left Yangcheng early this morning and who knew when they would return.

"At first, I just thought it was some rich woman out having fun. But when I saw just now that this person is actually a manager at your company, and a female employee even asked her to sign financial statements, I paid a bit more attention."

"Don't news stories pop up occasionally about some company accountant embezzling public funds to keep male models all over the place, just to hear those post-00s male models call them 'big sister' and 'wife'?"

"I was just worried that your company might be facing a similar situation."

After making up an excuse to pass the information to Li Mengyao, Ye Su added with a smile:

"Of course, if this Manager Zhou is a wealthy woman herself who spends money without blinking, and working at your company is purely to pass the time..."

"...or if you pay her a high enough salary that she can order male models at will and pop bottles of Ace of Spades whenever she wants, then just treat it as me spending too much time online and wanting to gossip about everything I see."

At first, when Li Mengyao heard Ye Su say he had a friend who even knew about a new wealthy woman at those male model clubs, she wanted to tease him, asking if he also wanted to go to a club to find a sugar mommy to support him.

But as Ye Su went on to mention that the so-called wealthy woman was suspected to be Manager Zhou of her company's finance department, Li Mengyao finally sensed that something was amiss.

Prompted by Ye Su's words, Li Mengyao also realized that Zhou Ruolan had indeed changed quite a bit recently.

Not only was she paying more and more attention to her clothes and makeup, but when they occasionally crossed paths in the office, she also looked absolutely radiant.

Could she really be keeping male models at a club, as Ye Su said, and that was why she looked so rejuvenated?

As for Ye Su's joke about Zhou Ruolan's salary being high enough for her to squander money like this, that was pure nonsense.

As the finance manager of Poyun Group, Zhou Ruolan could certainly be considered a high-income earner in Yangcheng.

However, with her income at Poyun Group, it was absolutely impossible for her to do what Ye Su described—hiring male models at will and popping thousand-dollar bottles of alcohol without a second thought.

The more Li Mengyao thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

She had originally planned to use the excuse of Ye Su signing the contract to fleece him for a lunch at noon.

But now, after hearing the information Ye Su had casually provided, Li Mengyao only wanted to get to the bottom of the matter quickly to put her mind at ease. She was in no mood to have lunch with Ye Su anymore.