Wang Qiqi carefully recounted the entire process of tailing Sam that day. Of course, regarding Sam’s suspicion that someone was following him, she dared not mention it; that would certainly lead to massive trouble. Besides, hadn't they returned safely now? Wang Qiqi felt there was no need to share this detail with Han Tao and Fatty.

Han Tao watched Wang Qiqi’s constantly darting eyes, wondering if she was holding something back. He had originally intended to press Xiao Rourou for answers, but seeing her still shaken, he decided against it. "You said Sam switched cars?"

Xiao Rourou nodded. "Yes, he’s too prepared. Thank goodness I was clever enough to wait downstairs at the company building; I didn't expect to actually catch him." People really shouldn't be judged by appearances.

"Did you return the car to its original spot afterward?" Fatty pressed close behind. He recalled Sam paying attention to the surroundings when parking earlier. Perhaps that kid had noted where everyone parked. If Qiqi’s car wasn't back in its usual spot, it would be a huge flaw.

Xiao Rourou shook her head. "It wouldn't be that convenient, would it? The spot was already taken by a black car. What could I do?" Xiao Rourou had wanted to park it back in its original spot, but she couldn't very well sit in the car waiting for the other vehicle to leave.

Han Tao and Fatty exchanged a look and said simultaneously, "Let's hope heaven protects you, and Sam didn't notice you leaving."

"Sam is actually a very attentive person," Han Tao added, twisting the knife slightly toward Wang Qiqi.

In response, Wang Qiqi argued, "I parked in a rather secluded spot. And if he really was paying attention to our car, he would only dare to guess privately. Moreover, there are plenty of reasons for my car to leave; it couldn't possibly be for tailing him. Plus, my clothes reeked of smoke and alcohol. If I had been out for a long time, the smell would have dissipated entirely." Although when Sam entered the bar, Wang Qiqi had clung to Han Tao so Sam wouldn't see Han Tao’s strained expression, she could feel Sam lingering behind her for quite a while. Perhaps that was when he was sniffing her clothes for the scent of smoke and alcohol. "At most, he might suspect I went out for a bit, but he couldn't suspect me of tracking him."

Wang Qiqi thought to herself how clever she was; how could she leave such an obvious opening? As for the one potential flaw, Wang Qiqi felt that was beyond her control.

Fatty, reminded by Wang Qiqi, also recalled Sam lingering behind her when he first came in. Fatty had initially worried that Sam had discovered Wang Qiqi was tailing him, and his heart had leaped into his throat. But then Sam returned to his seat, smiling as he drank. Fatty hadn't given it a second thought, not realizing Wang Qiqi had prepared meticulously beforehand. "You're impressive."

"Did you leave your clothes in the car? Were you really just wearing a sweater while staking out?" Han Tao was concerned about a different matter. Honestly, if Wang Qiqi had done that, he would have preferred Sam discovering the surveillance.

Wang Qiqi was startled by Han Tao's sharp question and instinctively shook her head. "Didn't I have your down jacket on? I only went down wearing that jacket." Originally, Xiao Rourou intended to take off her coat and wait outside just in her sweater, but upon getting out of the car, she found Han Tao’s down jacket and took that instead, discarding the sweater. "If I had been outside blowing in the wind for that long wearing only a sweater, the smell of smoke and alcohol wouldn't still be on me." If she weren't worried about angering Han Tao again, Wang Qiqi would have rolled her eyes. Was she truly that foolish?

"My body is mine; I wouldn't do anything to harm my body." How could she do something detrimental to her health for Sam? "Alright, it's getting late. Let's sleep." Wang Qiqi yawned, noting it was already two in the morning. Although it was said tomorrow that anyone who couldn't wake up could skip work, for Han Tao, Fatty, and Wang Qiqi, going in was mandatory.

Fatty looked at Han Tao, whose expression hadn't improved, and then at Wang Qiqi yawning as she headed to the bathroom to shower before bed. He immediately dropped the idea of lecturing her. Watching Wang Qiqi disappear into the bathroom, Fatty silently prayed for her.

Han Tao was quite pleased with Fatty’s silent hesitation instead of speaking up. "John discussed it with me today; he wants to move the company relocation forward." Though he knew Fatty wasn't overly concerned with such matters, a heads-up was necessary.

Move the company sooner? Fatty stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Han Tao, bewildered. He thought for a moment, "Isn't the new address still under renovation?" Although it was a rented floor of an office building, since they leased the entire level, they had been renovating it to fit their company philosophy, or rather, their three-person vision for the company. It wasn't expected to be finished until the end of the year. But the problem was, wouldn't it need ventilation? Furniture hadn't even been ordered, let alone custom pieces that hadn't reached their delivery date. Suddenly advancing the move—could they keep up? Fatty was pessimistic.

"And why the sudden move? Is it because it's no longer safe?" Fatty figured that if John and Han Tao were proposing an early move, it definitely had something to do with Sam selling them out.

Han Tao nodded. "Yes, that’s what we know for sure. We don't know how many others might have the same thoughts. Hiring security personnel won't last long; the company will move soon, and many employees will leave. Instead of readjusting to new staff later, it's better to move now. It just means we’ll be separated then." Han Tao admitted he would hate that part, but then he reconsidered that he could get rid of the troublesome third wheel and felt quite pleased.

When Han Tao gave Fatty this reason, he agreed it made sense. But he always felt Han Tao meant something else by it. After pondering, Fatty grinned slyly at Han Tao. "Do you think I, this Fatty, am too much of a hindrance, so you're trying to rush me out?" Humph, just say you want some time alone as a couple. After the company moves, Han Tao will only shuttle between home and the school, and Wang Qiqi will revolve entirely around him. Fatty immediately suspected Han Tao agreed to John’s proposal out of selfish motives. "Poor me, I haven't even sorted out housing yet. If the company moves, where will I live? John has a family there; he’s fully returning to his domestic life. Tao, you bought a house long ago, so you don't have to worry. I’m the most pitiful one."

Fatty could have bought a house long ago, but Feng Xuanxiang mentioned a good stock. The guy thought stocks made money fast, and buying a house wasn't urgent, so he pulled his capital to invest in stocks, figuring that based on the original company relocation schedule, he’d make a tidy profit. But he never accounted for the relocation advancing. It wasn't that Fatty couldn't find a rental, but the expenses would increase significantly. Since the area saw more IT startups emerging, rent prices were rising, as were housing prices. Looking back, the house Han Tao bought had easily increased its value by sixty to seventy percent, if not doubled.

Han Tao looked at Fatty's pitiful expression and initially didn't want to engage. He thought he had advised Fatty to buy property a long time ago, but the guy had pulled out the down payment to invest after hearing Feng Xuanxiang praise a recent stock. Consequently, Fatty was a bit anxious about the company move, but who could he blame? He could only blame his own excessive greed. Regarding stocks, although Han Tao admitted his first pot of gold was earned by following Qiqi in college, Han Tao felt stocks shouldn't be considered a primary source of wealth; one should earn money through steady work. For instance, look at Wang Qiqi—though she studied economics, she was seriously pursuing practical industry (If Wang Qiqi knew Han Tao thought of her abandoning her major this way, she would cry, as she admitted she didn't know much about foreign stocks in her past life. The only thing she knew was that Apple’s stock price kept soaring, and rather than investing in companies she didn't know, it was better to quietly invest in Apple, letting it grow fat slowly to make her a tycoon).

Fatty cried pitifully for a while only to find Han Tao showed absolutely no sympathy, so he got angry, placing his hands on his hips. "You can't be this heartless, can you? We're classmates and friends, after all. Are you really going to let me end up on the street? Your house will be empty anyway." Fatty was very satisfied with the neighborhood where Han Tao bought his house, and more importantly, it was close to Han Tao’s place, meaning he could seek advice if anything happened.

Seeing Fatty finally asking outright, Han Tao knew he was desperate, but the issue was: "That house is my and Qiqi's new home. What do you think it would look like if you moved in?" Han Tao didn't mind, but his mother had repeatedly stressed that a house only counts as a 'new home' if occupied after marriage. Han Tao didn't believe this, but since his mother kept emphasizing it, Han Tao felt awkward defying her openly. "You know how complicated elderly people can sometimes be."

Fatty was about to try sweet-talking Han Tao further, but upon hearing this, he recalled how Han Tao had depended solely on his mother since childhood. Even Qiqi couldn't challenge her future mother-in-law; she could only go along with her wishes. Fatty understood his mother’s status in Han Tao’s heart and sighed dramatically. "Tao, just get married, and then we can move into your place." Wait, Fatty suddenly realized, "By the time you two marry, I should be able to afford my own place. Never mind, I’ll go find John and ask if the attic at his parents' place has been rented out. I quite like attics." It had a large terrace, and even if Weiwei moved in later, it wouldn't feel cramped. Most importantly, the landlord was nice. Since the housing issue was resolved, Fatty saw no need to waste more time with Han Tao and turned back toward his room.