Extra: The Liar 06 (Wolf & Rabbit) – Everything you lent me, I will pay back
10% of HS Group’s shares? Last time he said 15%, didn’t he?
Has he lost his mind?
Shen Wenlang ground his teeth and quickened his pace.
This wasn’t even the first time Gao Tu had said he’d only stay if he got company shares.
“What good is liking someone? I didn’t come here to work because of that.”
Those words had hit Shen Wenlang like an arrow straight to the heart.
Now, standing by the restroom door as he’d gotten used to doing, Shen Wenlang felt he’d evolved from a stammering idiot into some kind of pervert who eavesdropped on people’s conversations.
First 15%, then 10%…
Just how much of the company did that infuriating Beta want before he’d finally agree to stay?
The thought made Shen Wenlang even more irritable — and frightened himself a little, realizing he was seriously considering how to divide up shares.
Damn it! Had he lost his mind too? Actually thinking of giving valuable shares to a secretary???
“So you’re saying Secretary Gao demanded 15% of the shares last time, and now he says 10%?”
“Mm.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“If I knew, would I be asking you?! Damn it! Aren’t you supposed to be good at relationships? Can’t you give me any useful advice?!”
“Wenlang,” Hua Yong’s voice was calm and gentle. Having permanently marked his beloved Alpha, he was in a good mood, and magnanimously forgave Shen Wenlang’s rudeness.
“Have you ever considered that maybe Secretary Gao was just joking?”
“Joking?” Shen Wenlang didn’t believe it for a second, saying irritably: “What’s so funny about that? Besides, Gao Tu never jokes.”
“That’s just with you,” Hua Yong said. “Just because he doesn’t joke with you doesn’t mean he won’t with others—”
“Doesn’t want to joke with me but flirts with others instead?!” Shen Wenlang’s voice rose, like a wolf stripped of his fangs, roaring: “What the hell is that idiot thinking?!”
Hua Yong moved the phone away from his ear — as an Enigma, his hearing was many times sharper than an ordinary Alpha’s. Rubbing his ear, he said disdainfully:
“You’re loud as hell — no wonder Secretary Gao doesn’t like you.”
“Who wants him to like me?!”
“If you don’t care whether he likes you, why do you keep calling me?”
“I care about you. Is that not allowed?”
“Oh, thanks for your concern,” Hua Yong chuckled. “But I think you should worry more about yourself. Everything’s fine here. If I keep at it, you’ll be coming to my wedding with Mr. Sheng soon. Looking forward to it?”
Looking forward to your ass!
Struck by the sugary blow of Hua Yong’s words, Shen Wenlang hung up before he could be force-fed any more sweetness.
He picked up the teacup on his right, took a sip, and coldly dialed the internal line:
“Send someone in.”
Soon, the heads of the secretary and assistant departments both came in, clearly on edge.
“President Shen, what’s wrong?”
“Isn’t the business department off today celebrating the big shareholder’s engagement? You should all be free — so why is this tea so terrible?!”
“I had someone follow Secretary Gao’s instruction manual,” the assistant supervisor said nervously. “Secretary Gao voluntarily stayed late today. He’s still downstairs in the secretary’s office. Should I call him up?”
“No need!” Shen Wenlang’s face darkened further. “Without him you can’t even make tea? Then what the hell do I pay you for?!”
“Sorry,” the assistant quickly took the cup away. “I’ll make another one for you right away.”
“Forget it.” Shen Wenlang fixed his gaze on the secretary supervisor: “How’s Gao Tu’s handover going?”
“Secretary Gao is handling it himself,” the supervisor said hurriedly, eager to reassure him. “Don’t worry, President Shen — Secretary Gao is always meticulous. Even leaving, he’ll make sure everything’s in order.”
“That’s right,” the assistant supervisor chimed in. “When he left the chairman’s office, he even left behind a detailed list of your preferences — down to the medications you keep on hand. That wasn’t even part of his job, but it’s been a huge help to us.”
Everyone in the company knew that Gao Tu was the boss’s favorite.
Setting aside working hours, Shen Wenlang depended on him so much that he even brought him to private dinners. During his daily afternoon naps, only Gao Tu was allowed into his lounge. People said the two had known each other for ten years.
In truth, based on Gao Tu’s relentless work ethic alone, he should’ve been hated. Even though his salary wasn’t the highest in the company, he worked harder than anyone.
Beside him, everyone else’s “ordinary effort” looked pathetic.
But Shen Wenlang’s special treatment of him kept people from saying anything to his face. Even if everyone secretly wished this overachiever would ease up, they maintained polite relations.
Even now, with Gao Tu about to leave, that subtle friendliness lingered.
When he first announced his resignation, the secretary and assistant departments had actually been overjoyed — privately celebrating that this 24/7 overpowered demon king was finally leaving.
But soon they realized they’d been happy too soon.
Since Gao Tu moved downstairs, Shen Wenlang had been angrier than ever, his handsome face dark as though the whole world owed him money.
Before, when the boss was angry, only Secretary Gao got scolded. But now, with the “fire extinguisher” gone, everyone suffered whenever the dragon roared.
Desperate to please, the assistant flipped open Gao Tu’s preference list and showed it to Shen Wenlang:
“We’ve updated it based on the version Secretary Gao left behind,” he said carefully. “Secretary Gao really put a lot of thought into it. Even though he had to leave for personal reasons, he clearly valued you a lot.”
“Is that so?” Shen Wenlang still looked displeased, but his frown eased slightly. He glanced at his watch — just past six o’clock. The secretary’s office officially closed at 5:30, but Gao Tu usually stayed an extra hour.
If he went to the elevator now, he might run into him — and even if not, waiting in the lobby for ten minutes or so would do it.
Pushing back his chair, he stood up:
“Over the years, Gao Tu’s handled a lot. I want to check it personally—”
“I’ll take care of it all,” came a calm, warm voice from the doorway.
Shen Wenlang froze and looked toward the door.
Standing there, Gao Tu’s face was expressionless — but Shen Wenlang clearly saw hurt in his eyes.
“President Shen,” he said, “I’ve already transferred all the confidential materials. Anything involving your personal privacy — including but not limited to your home passwords and personal email files — will also be handed over to your new assistant or secretary. If you’re still concerned, I can sign an additional confidentiality agreement, effective for life.”
That’s not what I meant…
Gao Tu’s tone was calm and businesslike, but that composure somehow made Shen Wenlang inexplicably uneasy.
“I didn’t—”
“President Shen,” Gao Tu cut him off gently but firmly, leaving no room for rebuttal: “I’ve also removed the NFC from your lounge’s lock. The password reset instructions will be forwarded to the new secretary. If there’s nothing else, I’ll get going.”
“Wait!” Shen Wenlang called out, stepping forward so quickly he nearly tripped on the carpet.
Out of courtesy, Gao Tu stopped and turned, looking at him coolly through his glasses:
“Yes?”
“Um…” Shen Wenlang asked, “How’s your sister doing?”
Gao Tu clearly hadn’t expected that. He blinked, then suddenly smiled — but it wasn’t a happy smile.
“Thank you very much for everything you’ve done,” he said calmly, his tone polite, grateful, but distant. “I’ll repay the medical expenses you covered for my sister as soon as I can. Sorry it might take some time.”
He lifted his head, eyes clear yet guarded, and continued warmly — just like a colleague thanking another for their help:
“I’ll pay you back as soon as possible. Thank you, President Shen.”
This Beta had a pair of eyes that always left Shen Wenlang feeling either nervous or breathless. His features were proper but unremarkable, yet those bright eyes and full lips always made Shen Wenlang’s chest tighten with longing.
Gao Tu looked like he hadn’t been sleeping well. There were faint dark circles under his eyes, his pale face visibly exhausted. That weariness tugged at Shen Wenlang’s heart, making him unconsciously step closer.
But Gao Tu immediately stepped back — as though eager to escape.
Bowing stiffly but politely, he said sincerely:
“Thank you for everything. Everything you lent me, I will pay back.”