Chapter 73: The Perfect Wingman “Why do you want time off?” “To recover from my injury.” “Why not?” Su Wanyu huffed indignantly. Lu Liang retorted, “You teach using your mouth and hands, with maybe a little brainpower thrown in. What does that have to do with your injured leg?” “It takes way more than ‘a little brainpower’!” Su Wanyu protested with a pout, then mumbled under her breath, “Still, it just doesn’t feel right.” As Lu Liang’s foreign language tutor, she was practically a part-time employee. Developing a workplace romance could negatively affect his reputation as her boss. “If you’re that concerned about my reputation, how about teaching at my place?” Lu Liang teased, unable to resist ruffling her hair, much to her dismay. They seemed to be discussing how Su had injured her leg. Unlike last night, she didn’t blame “a certain someone” but claimed it was just an accident. “If you’d like, I can speak with Boss Lu for you. I’m sure you can continue tutoring,” Chen offered. She knew Su was renting a place to prepare for her exams and relied heavily on the extra income. Chen’s willingness to help stemmed from her own experience—Tang Caidie had Keep reading on NovelHub - where stories come alive! When Su saw Lu Liang approach, she quickly stood up with her crutch and reminded Chen, “Boss Lu.” Lu Liang nodded slightly and asked her, “What happened to your leg?” “Just a little sprain,” Su replied, turning her head to avoid further questions and any suspicion from Chen. Lu Liang turned to Chen. “How’s the new office arrangement coming along?” “Here are the leasing documents. Tang Jie asked me to hand them to you.” Chen picked up the file from the desk. The property fee remained 28 yuan per square meter, but the rent had been reduced to 866,400 yuan—a 20% discount. Including all costs, the monthly expense came to 972,800 yuan. The lease was set for three years with a “three months deposit, six months rent” payment term, totaling 8.7552 million yuan. Right then, Tang Caidie returned. Lu Liang waved her over. “Tang Jie, come into my office for a moment.” The initial 10 million yuan he had allocated was nearly depleted. He planned to have Tang arrange another 24 million yuan from the bank and Industrial and Commercial Bureau. With that, their registered capital would increase to 40 million yuan, alleviating the need for further injections in the short term. “Boss Lu has been unusually agreeable lately,” Chen muttered, finding it odd. “Is he usually difficult?” Su asked, curious about Lu Liang’s image in his employees’ eyes. “Depends on the situation. He’s quite magnanimous, but his sense of time is... lacking.” Chen couldn’t help but complain. “There’ve been times he called me at midnight for data he needed the next morning. I don’t have three heads and six arms—I had to pull all-nighters!” “But if I nodded off at work the next day, he didn’t say anything about it.” “Once, when Tang Jie was away on a business trip, it was just me and him at the office. After work, he offered to drive me home, but I declined.” “And then?” Su eagerly pressed for details. Chen, annoyed, said, “Later, he saw me waiting for the bus and just nodded before driving off.” “That’s not bad at all,” Su said, inwardly delighted. Lu Liang’s image grew clearer in her mind—principled, efficient, and unconcerned with small matters. Most importantly, he only acted like a scoundrel with her, which filled her with sweet satisfaction. “Well, I guess...” Chen hesitated, a bit vexed. She wasn’t unattractive, and Lu Liang’s indifference left her feeling slightly defeated. “Miss Su, Boss Lu is calling for you,” Tang said, stepping out of the office. Su entered, pulling open the blinds before setting up her teaching tools. She shot Lu Liang a warning glare, as if to say, Your employees are outside—don’t you dare misbehave. Lu Liang chuckled but made no inappropriate moves. Instead, he swapped the day’s teaching material from The Wall Street Journal to The Tokyo Times.