Chapter 614: Boohoo, You Will Get Your Comeuppance

That afternoon, the buzz around the incident had completely exploded.

And the mastermind behind it all—Bai Ming—had returned to the Sang household from Linzhou.

“How was it?!”

As soon as she returned, she swaggered over to Sang Zhe to claim her credit: “This time, the commotion was massive, right? Trending all over the internet, everyone with a communication device knows about it!”

“Looks like we can always count on our Floating Splendor Commerce in critical times.”

Sang Zhe glanced at her eager-to-be-praised expression and could only reluctantly give a few platitudes: “Alright, fine, you were the star this time.”

“…Is that all?”

Bai Ming looked at him with a hint of melancholy.

Sang Zhe could only helplessly give her cheek a quick kiss.

Bai Ming still seemed a bit unsatisfied, mumbling, “I’m not that easy to satisfy…”

“We can talk about it tonight.”

Sang Zhe chuckled: “We can’t just skip lunch and jump straight into daytime romance, right?”

“Why not?” Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoying chimed in from behind.

Carrying dishes to the table along with Yu Xia, Zhang Xiaoying smirked, “If husband wishes, after lunch, I’ll join Bai Ming to shower you with affection!”

“…Not exactly what I was thinking.”

Looking at the table full of turtle kidneys and other odd delicacies, Sang Zhe couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

Yu Xia nearby couldn’t help but cover her mouth, stifling laughter.

“You too, Aunt Yu?”

Bai Ming unexpectedly leaned in and harshly grabbed Yu Xia’s ample assets from behind: “You’ll join me in bed tonight, no running away!”

“Ah! Lady, forgive me…” Yu Xia squeaked with surprise and embarrassment, letting Bai Ming’s antics continue.

Meanwhile, three little girls who had been up all night playing “Original Immortal” stumbled out of their room, yawning and looking completely out of it.

“You three were gaming all night again?” Sang Zhe couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course,” Hua Jianglian yawned, her dark circles clear, “Now that I’m no longer the sect leader, can’t I enjoy life a bit?”

“I want to sleep early too, but ‘Original Immortal’ is just too fun,” Si Jingzhu replied, still reminiscing about the game’s plot.

Long Huan added with a slight pout: “Husband is so busy every day, and doesn’t have time to keep us company, so we have to find something to do to pass the time, right?”

…That tone sounds suspiciously like you’re here to collect dues from me.

Sang Zhe began to sweat profusely, feeling he shouldn’t pry further.

At that moment, Yan Rouwan and Nian Nian emerged from their room. They seemed to have shared some secret whispers, as Nian Nian wore a rather peculiar expression.

“Senior Sister Yan, Nian Nian, come eat with us!”

“No rush for food,” Yan Rouwan replied softly, “A little greedy cat heard about last night’s events and has been jealous all morning.”

Nian Nian’s face flushed as she reached out to cover Yan Rouwan’s mouth.

…Why is everyone still coming for me with these dues? Sang Zhe was drenched in sweat.

Although he had escaped the Fallen Red Domain, he still felt haunted by the psychological aftermath.

He had originally planned to spend some one-on-one time recovering with Xiaoying and Senior Sister Yan, but less than a few days had passed, and all the dues were already coming due.

“Um…” Sang Zhe chuckled awkwardly, “I need to head to the company first this afternoon.”

“I haven’t checked in with Li Shanyan yet; he’s been my servant for so long, it’s only polite to show my face.”

For some reason, all the women at the dining table looked at Sang Zhe with amusingly strange expressions.

Sang Zhe: “…I really am just going to show my face at the company.”

“Got it, husband.”

Zhang Xiaoying smiled sweetly: “Go on, go on.”

Sang Zhe gratefully glanced at Xiaoying.

But he might have misread the mischievous glint in her eyes.

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That afternoon, when Sang Zhe arrived at the Demon Cultivators’ office building, he was originally headed to the Tai Xu Alliance office to find Li Shanyan when he suddenly noticed the door of Tang Yubbing’s office ajar.

There were faint sounds of painful wailing coming from inside.

“Ah… I can’t take it anymore.”

Curious, Sang Zhe peeked in and saw Tang Yubbing sulking over the desk, buried under several piles of papers.

Littered across the sofa and floor were two equally lifeless-looking figures, Shi Qingyan and Meng Qiyan.

“The work just keeps piling up; it’s impossible to finish!”

“I quit!” Tang Yubbing exclaimed, tearing at her hair: “I want to run away like the sect leader! Whoever wants this cursed job can have it!”

“Before you go, can you help me with these action reports?” Meng Qiyan, emerging from under a heap of scattered documents, grinned sarcastically, “Just thinking about redoing half a year’s worth of Heavenly Punishment Department reports in three days makes me want to quit right now.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” Shi Qingyan sighed deeply: “My eyes are blurry; I can’t even read.”

“Honestly, I could meditate for ten years and not have to work this hard.”

“All of this is Sang Zhe’s fault.” Tang Yubbing suddenly shot up, gritting her teeth, “The illustrious leader of the Demon Cultivators does not do any work, just dumps everything on the women; what kind of man is he!”

“Not only does he dump work, he doesn’t even bother to check on us.”

Meng Qiyan grumbled in sorrow: “I haven’t had a passionate night with Sang Zhe in ages. I’m starting to forget what he even tastes like.”

Shi Qingyan silently chimed in: “If we can finish this work today, tonight we’ll tie him up and drag him to our beds.”

Outside, upon hearing this, Sang Zhe broke out in a cold sweat, frozen in place.

At that moment, disaster struck. Just as he was planning to sneak away quietly, a voice from behind nearly made his heart stop:

“Hey? Sang Zhe, my young friend?”

Suddenly, the room turned into three predatory leopards zeroing in on their prey, casting chilling glares at him.

Sang Zhe, now locked in their sights, felt his body go rigid, cold sweat pouring down.

“You’ve been back for a while, and now you finally decide to visit this old man?”

Dressed in a Daoist robe, looking like a mischievous child, Li Shanyan ambled over and patted Sang Zhe on the shoulder: “You’re back, good! Perfect timing to keep an eye on the divine and demonic businesses for me today, I’ll take a little vacation and go drink with Grand Eunuch Qin for a couple of days.”

Sang Zhe’s expression was a mix of every emotion under the sun.

I’d let you off for ten days; can’t you just not call my name at this moment?

“I left the communication device in the office; you can go ahead,” Li Shanyan said before turning to leave.

Just as he took a step, a chilling female voice suddenly stopped him.

“Sorry. Your vacation isn’t approved by the company.”

Li Shanyan froze, looking bewildered as he turned back: “Why?”

“No reason.”

Behind Sang Zhe, three women exuded an aura of danger as they closed in on him, causing him to tremble in fear.

“Because today, Sang Zhe is busy and can’t cover for you.”

“Why not! We said we’d take turns—”

Before Li Shanyan could voice his protest, Tang Yubbing revealed a bright smile.

“I said today doesn’t work, it just doesn’t.”

In the next moment, the three women lunged simultaneously, each grabbing an arm of Sang Zhe and dragging him into the office.

No matter how he wailed or fought, he was powerless to resist, and soon the office door slammed shut with a resounding click, followed by the sound of tearing clothes and Sang Zhe’s even more tragic cries.

Outside, Li Shanyan stood frozen, eyes hollow, finally wiping away tears of woe.

“Boohoo… my vacation…”

“You’re bullying an old man… you’re squeezing the employees… you will get your comeuppance, boohoo!”