FSGOR Ch27part1

When he saw that nickname, Jiang Tian felt like he had fallen into an ice-cold abyss. His limbs went numb, a buzzing rang in his ears, and the entire world fell silent in an instant.

“……”

Ge…

‘Why did you suddenly drop the act?’

Even more despairing was that Jiang Tian could clearly feel—the other had already seen through his disguise. Maybe he had simply run out of patience and decided to rip the band-aid off.

Jiang Tian’s thoughts were a complete mess. Darkness clouded his vision as the words “I’m doomed” rolled endlessly through his mind.

He sat motionless on the beanbag sofa, gaze lost and helpless, looking exactly like a border collie puppy staring blankly into an empty food bowl.

But unfortunately, his phone kept chiming like a death knell.

L: Say something.

Jiang Tian raised a trembling hand to cover half his face, even his fingertips slightly shaking. What could he even say at this point? All that was left was to sit and wait for judgment.

That man wasn’t just “President Chu.” He had worked his way close, painstakingly, and had tricked Jiang Tian into revealing things the very night they re-added each other.

Back then, Jiang Tian had stupidly said they were in an online relationship.

Now, anything he did was just a dying struggle. Of course, he had to show up to the meeting. But all he could do was try and stall—similar to when he’d faked being sick. Delay two days if he could.

KIRA: I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.

KIRA: Meeting’s fine, I just have a few things to deal with at the hospital. Would you be willing to wait a day?

KIRA: After all, the activity task isn’t over yet.

He really hadn’t planned to run. But clearly, Chu Xuyu didn’t believe him. A cold “?” came through, and just seeing that message made Jiang Tian feel guilty. He immediately deleted what he wrote.

KIRA: Okay.

KIRA: See you tomorrow night.

Jiang Tian couldn’t help sighing. He thought, Fine. You should be satisfied now, right? He tossed his phone aside, eyes blank as he spaced out for a long time.

His stomach growled noisily, but he had no appetite. He tried to distract himself with exam prep until he was too hungry to bear it and finally heated up some leftovers.

Time passed quickly—from sunrise to sunset. That phone he had been dreading… didn’t send another message.

‘Whew. Close one.’

Maybe it was all just in his head.

But when he unlocked the screen and saw the chat logs, his mood instantly dropped like a debtor being chased by loan sharks. He had no idea what kind of delusion he was using to comfort himself.

He had to tell his sister. He messaged her to ask when she’d be home.

Thud.

Just then, the front door slammed shut.

Jiang Tian paused, quickly getting up. Despite his handsome face, his expression showed no trace of emotion.

Instead, it was Jiang Jing who looked completely worn out, like she had been crushed by something big.

“Little Brother…” she called weakly, like she wanted to hug her brother and cry. “How could something like this happen…”

Jiang Tian, confused, asked cautiously, “…What happened?”

Jiang Jing sighed multiple times. She clearly didn’t want to revisit it, but couldn’t feel better without venting.

It turned out her company had suffered a commercial data breach—and she had been in charge of handling that tech. Worse, the timing of her resignation made her a likely suspect.

She accepted the suspicion. The company had treated her well. Thankfully, the handling department was civil, which likely meant it was President Chu’s decision.

Jiang Jing couldn’t help but bring up the fake romance debacle, her temples throbbing. “If President Chu really knew about that… your sister might not even be standing here today.”

“……”

“Little Brother, are you okay?”

“…Nothing.”

Jiang Tian forcefully stopped himself from speaking. He was just a dumb mutt in front of the CEO—one full of holes. And now he was putting on the performance of a lifetime to fool his own sister.

He swallowed his emotions and asked, “Jie, want me to make dinner?”

Jiang Jing rubbed her head, grabbed her briefcase, and stumbled to her room. “Be good.”

“Order something for yourself. I still have to cooperate with the company’s investigation.”

At that moment, Jiang Tian nearly jumped out of his skin, remembering the 100 yuan milk tea red envelope he had sent to President Chu.

He might as well have insulted him.

Jiang Jing likely ordered her usual low-calorie diet delivery. Jiang Tian sat alone in the living room, gnawing on packaged cookies out of sheer hunger.

He was well aware how serious things had become. He was completely screwed.

And his fate… there was no escaping it anymore. It all depended on what Chu Xuyu planned to do with him.

At the same time, he tried to piece together the timeline in his head and sent a message in the group chat with Luo Qiao and Zhao Yuanhao.

HAO: ?????

LUO QIAO: ??????

The group chat exploded in question marks, followed by a voice call invite—which Jiang Tian ignored. He typed everything out instead, trying to string it all together:

KIRA: He must’ve talked to Zeng Jiaxiang’s father. Otherwise, why would he personally come to the hospital to apologize and compensate?

KIRA: But now my sister’s old company is in trouble. They think she might be involved. Since yesterday, his attitude toward me changed completely.

KIRA: I think he’s planning something. He just went ahead and revealed everything. Told me to meet him tomorrow night.

The group went dead silent with shock before erupting in horror. Especially Luo Qiao—he couldn’t believe things had escalated this far.

He even said: Getting hit in the head was nothing. But if you go see that boss, Tian-ge, your life might actually be over!

KIRA: …Of course I know I’m not getting out of this easily.

He didn’t understand why that cold and powerful President Chu would go out of his way to pretend to be a high schooler just to mess with him—but the man’s sadistic streak had to be insane.

What was certain was that this wasn’t just about some dumb catfishing stunt.

He had gotten dragged into something worse—a corporate data breach. Even if Chu Xuyu suspected Jiang Tian had done something shady using his sister’s phone, all he could do now was show up and try to explain.

“……”

Thinking back to his childish stalling tactics, Jiang Tian had never felt so stupid. He was absolutely no match for the CEO.

He sighed again, heavily, and then told his friends the time and place—just in case something happened, so they could tell his sister the truth.

The group chat lit up with screams of despair.

“NOOO! TIAN-GE DON’T GO TO YOUR DEATH!!”

Even through the screen, the hopelessness in their voices was obvious. And Jiang Tian… grew only more solemn.

In his eyes, there was nothing left but the resolve of a man prepared to face death.

***

At that moment—

Inside the walk-in closet of a luxury apartment, soft lighting from hidden LED strips flowed along the wardrobe, clearly dividing the formalwear from the casual section.

A faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air—deep and refined.

Chu Xuyu stood in the center, dressed in comfortable loungewear. Even in this relaxed state, he exuded a natural authority. His sharp gaze swept over the casual section, debating what to wear for his meeting with that little sweetheart tomorrow.

He always came across as a sharply dressed, dominant business elite—his taste impeccable, usually favoring deep, mature tones. Low-key, yet stylish.

Though they had only met a few times in person, the boy’s outfit choices in chat photos always gave off a fresh, youthful vibe.

Chu Xuyu wasn’t sure if his own usual style would make the other feel distant or out of place.

“……”

Should he dress more youthfully on purpose?

Even thinking such things made Chu Xuyu feel ridiculous. Still, he casually put together two outfits, snapped photos, and sent them to Shen Yan—the fashion-savvy actor who regularly walked red carpets.

SHEN: …

SHEN: You’re being way too dramatic.

Afternoon Tea: ?

SHEN: That poor kid probably won’t even care what you wear.

SHEN: He’ll be too busy being scared stiff.

Afternoon Tea: …

Afternoon Tea: You’re overthinking it.

That little rascal didn’t seem the type to be so fragile.

Chu Xuyu didn’t buy it for a second. Someone gutsy enough to scam him online, wipe their account, and vanish? If he hadn’t caught him red-handed, who knows how carefree that brat would still be living?

He could easily imagine Jiang Tian sitting across from him, calm and collected under interrogation, lying with a straight face.

SHEN: I don’t know… Maybe.

SHEN: Sigh.

SHEN: You want to talk about this later?

Shen usually wasn’t like this. Chu Xuyu, leaning lazily against the wardrobe door with one hand holding his phone, typed and asked if something was going on at work.

SHEN: Not really.

SHEN: My girlfriend’s younger brother got hurt and ended up in the hospital.

SHEN: Been busy comforting her.

Chu Xuyu paused. Something strange seemed to be hanging in the air. He asked again what kind of injury it was.

SHEN: Poor kid.

SHEN: Got hit in the head, real nasty.

Afternoon Tea: ?

SHEN: ?

Afternoon Tea: That girl’s last name… is it Lu?

SHEN: Yeah.

SHEN: Why?

Chu Xuyu frowned slightly. An absurd thought surfaced. He scrolled up to reread his chat with Jiang Tian and sent Shen a name—the yellow-haired curly brat’s name.

SHEN: ????

SHEN: How’d you know my girlfriend’s little brother is named Luo Qiao?

Afternoon Tea: …

Chu Xuyu fell silent. No way. It actually was that yellow-haired brat?

The world was too damn small.

Shen kept sending messages, but Chu Xuyu could no longer focus. Countless threads wove themselves together in his mind, forming a ridiculous narrative. He was starting to guess the truth—enough that it made him chuckle darkly.

Still, he wanted to hear the full story from the little liar himself.

As for analyzing the details? That mood was long gone. Irritation had replaced it.