Come on, What Kind of CEO Chases His Roommate Back to the Country? - Chapter 25

That night, while organizing his thoughts, Pei Song noticed a pattern.

The suspicious suppliers’ invoices were all split into different amounts, just below the threshold requiring higher-level approval.

“They’re trying to evade audits,” Shi Yanchen analyzed. “But that alone isn’t enough.”

“I know.” Pei Song rubbed his temples. “The key is tracing where the money went, but I don’t have access to the financial department’s core data.”

Lowering his voice, Pei Song said, “I suspect the IT department is under someone’s control. Every sensitive action is being monitored.”

Shi Yanchen thought for a moment. “What about system logs? Didn’t you say there were backup records?”

Pei Song’s eyes lit up. The next day, he applied to review the backup records under the pretense of “learning the system.”

By analyzing historical data, he discovered that every time large sums of money were transferred, the system codes would subtly change.

Following this lead, he began working overtime in secret, slowly piecing together suspicious financial transactions.

He found that the money ultimately flowed into several offshore accounts, accounts located in the very places his uncle frequently traveled for business.

But he still needed one last piece of definitive evidence.

That afternoon, he “accidentally” spilled coffee on his keyboard.

“Sorry, sorry!” he apologized hurriedly as he wiped it down.

A colleague from IT came over to help, reluctantly bringing out a backup computer.

While the IT staff was restoring his data, Pei Song finally saw what he had been searching for, an encrypted backup file.

That night, he stayed up late, painstakingly cracking the file using techniques he had learned in Country D. When he finally saw the contents, his hands trembled.

All the evidence was there, fraudulent accounts, money transfers, detailed records of fake suppliers, and even correspondences between his uncle and those involved.

“This is enough,” Shi Yanchen said after reviewing the data. “It’s time to see your father.”

The next morning, Pei Song knocked on his father’s office door.

“Dad, take a look at this.” He placed a file on the desk. His father opened it, his expression growing heavier with each page. After a long silence, he finally looked up. “When did you discover this?”

“I started investigating the day I joined the company,” Pei Song said softly. “Sorry, I wasn’t really here for an internship.”

His father remained silent for a while after finishing the evidence.

“Dad,” Pei Song spoke carefully, “This is solid proof.”

His father removed his glasses and wearily rubbed his temples. “Song, not everything is simply black or white.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your uncle was wrong,” his father admitted, “but the company is already in a fragile state. Too many people are watching us. If a scandal like this breaks out…”

Pei Song couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So you’re just going to let this go?”

“It’s not that simple.” His father sighed. “Right now, our priority is stabilizing the situation. Once things settle down, I’ll find a way to deal with your uncle.”

“Once things settle down?” Pei Song interrupted. “He’s been siphoning off huge sums of money. The company is bleeding losses every month. How long do you think we can hold on?”

“I have my own plans,” his father’s tone turned stern. “You’re still young, you don’t understand how these things work.”

“I don’t understand?” Pei Song let out a bitter laugh. “I laid out all the evidence in front of you how he manipulated accounts, how he threatened employees who tried to report him…”

“Enough!” His father slammed the desk. “This isn’t your concern. You should focus on finding a proper job.”

Pei Song stood frozen in place. He had spent all this time digging for the truth, only to be met with this response.

“Dad,” his voice trembled, “are you really going to protect him?”

His father turned away. “Go home. This discussion is over.”

Pei Song left the office with heavy steps. And in that moment, he finally understood. The company hadn’t fallen apart because no one saw the problems. It fell apart because those who did see them chose to turn a blind eye.

That night, he told Shi Yanchen everything.

“I should’ve expected this,” Pei Song leaned against the couch, his voice full of disappointment. “They all see the problem but would rather pretend it doesn’t exist.”

Shi Yanchen handed him a glass of water. “You did your best.”

“But what was the point?” Pei Song laughed bitterly. “All this effort, all this evidence and in the end, it was all buried.”

He walked over to the window. “You know what’s the most ironic part? My father says I’m young and naive. But it’s precisely because I’m young that I refuse to be like them.”

Shi Yanchen watched him. “So what are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know.” Pei Song was silent for a long time. “But one thing’s for sure, I’m never going back to that company again.”

At that moment, something inside him shattered. The dream he once had of helping the family business, was now nothing more than a bitter memory.

“Maybe this is what growing up means,” he murmured. “Seeing things for what they really are, and learning to accept them.”

Shi Yanchen walked over and patted his shoulder.

Outside, the city lights shone brightly. But inside Pei Song’s heart, there had never been so much darkness.

Ever since that confrontation with his father, Pei Song had been feeling lost for days.

His phone buzzed, a recruiter had sent him a job interview invitation. He glanced at the position description before declining.

Lately, he had received several offers, but none of them interested him.

“Rejected another one?” Shi Yanchen walked over with two cups of coffee.

“Yeah,” Pei Song rubbed his eyes. “It’s just not what I’m looking for.”

Shi Yanchen placed the coffee on the table. His gaze landed on a stack of documents nearby. At the top was a sleek corporate brochure, with the logo “SNK Group” prominently displayed.

Pei Song’s eyes were drawn to it. SNK was one of the largest multinational companies in Country D, with businesses spanning the hospitality, finance, and food industries.

That brochure wasn’t there a few days ago. Just as he was about to ask, he noticed a plane ticket beside it. Even with just a quick glance, he recognized it was a flight to Country D.

An odd feeling crept up in his chest.

Right, Shi Yanchen had said he would stay in China for three months. A month had already passed.

“What are you thinking about?” Shi Yanchen’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“Nothing.” Pei Song forced a smile and picked up the SNK brochure. “Did you bring this?”

Shi Yanchen nodded. “They’re expanding in the Asia-Pacific region and hiring.”

Pei Song flipped through the pages, stopping at the salary package section. His breath caught.

“Good offer?” Shi Yanchen asked knowingly.

“Too good,” Pei Song muttered, shaking his head. “Almost too good to be real.”

“Keep flipping,” Shi Yanchen said, sitting beside him.

Pei Song continued reading, growing more surprised with every page.