Yin stepped out of Luong's office, the door clicking shut with finality. Twenty pairs of eyes snapped to him like predators scenting blood.
**Coworker 1** (leaning so far over their desk they nearly toppled):
*"Was she yelling at you? Blink twice if you need help."*
**Coworker 2** (stage whispering):
*"I heard he's her* secret half-brother *from a mafia family—"*
**Li** (materializing like a vengeful ghost):
*"Zhang. Conference room. Now."* She dragged Yin away as the crowd erupted in fresh theories.
**Behind Closed Doors:**
Li slammed her palms on the table. *"You* promised *you'd be discreet!"*
Yin smirked. *"I wore a tie, didn't I?"*
The restaurant's chandeliers glittered over the team's stunned faces as they took in the sight:
**Luong** casually swirling red wine while seated between *Li* and *Zhang Yu*
**Zhang Yu** aggressively cutting steak like it personally offended him
**Li** silently mouthing *"Kill me"* to the ceiling
**The Initiation Backfires:**
*"W-We can sit somewhere else—"* a junior stammered.
Luong kicked out a chair. *"Sit. Eat. And someone order the truffle risotto—it's Yin's favorite."*
As Yin reached for bread, his foot brushed Li's under the table. She *flinched* so hard her chopsticks went flying—directly into Zhang Yu's soup.
**Zhang Yu** (deadpan):
*"Really, Li? Still mad about the ice cream?"*
**The Girlfriend Bomb**
Luong's announcement hit like a grenade:
**Coworker 3** (spitting out wine):
*"SINCE WHEN?!"*
**Coworker 4** (pointing wildly between Yin/Luong):
*"But you two were* professional *at the office!"*
**Luong** (sipping champagne):
*"Mm. Very professional. Especially when he—"*
**Yin** (clapping a hand over her mouth):
*"We should discuss the Q3 projections!"*
**Li** (head in hands):
*"I regret every life choice that led me here."*
As the team staggered out hours later, whispers followed:
*"Do you think they've... you know...* at the office?"*
**Li** (turning slowly with demonic calm):
*"The next person who speaks loses their desk privileges. You'll work from the bathroom."*
And as Yin laughed under the neon lights—Li's glare burning his profile, Luong's fingers tangled with his, Zhang Yu plotting revenge in the background—he realized: *This was going to be a disaster.*
And he couldn't wait.