Chapter 78: I Don’t Judge Your Love, But You Love Too Unrestrainedly!

This time, Angkor set up a new formation.

"Seven-Star Flame Fusion Formation!"

Angkor grinned smugly. "Once inside this formation, the body will overheat unbearably, itching will become intolerable, and blisters and eczema will appear! In severe cases, the skin may even fester!"

Lin Beifan's perfect complexion made him jealous.

So, he devised this scheme to ruin his enemy's face.

"Alright, let's see how you escape this time!" He clapped his hands, admiring his masterpiece.

But then, recalling his past humiliations, he hesitated.

"No… I need to make some adjustments!"

He fine-tuned the formation carefully, refining its coverage.

"Now, all the power of the formation is concentrated solely on Lin Beifan's office chair! The effect will kick in within fifteen minutes—no escape this time!"

"Most importantly, I won't be caught in my own trap again!"

For the first time, he felt truly confident in his plan.

At this moment, Lin Beifan stepped out of his office and waved at him.

"Xiao Wu, come to my office with Liu Ma. I have something important to discuss!"

Within moments, Liu Ma arrived as well.

Seeing her, Angkor felt extremely awkward.

Since that embarrassing incident, the two had been avoiding each other.

Especially Angkor—just thinking about it made him want to disappear.

Lin Beifan took a sip of tea and smiled.

"Alright, stop hesitating. Sit down!"

The two nodded and took their seats.

Lin Beifan pointed at the chairs.

"Xiao Wu, sit here. Liu Ma, sit over there!"

Angkor glanced at the chair assigned to him and hesitated.

This seat… is right at the center of the formation's effects!

Once he sat down, all the negative energy would be directed at him instead of Lin Beifan!

His expression stiffened.

"Um… Mr. Lin, I'd rather sit somewhere else."

Lin Beifan raised a brow. "Why? Just sit down."

"I… just don't like this spot."

"Then switch with Liu Ma?"

Angkor panicked. No matter how awkward he felt, he couldn't let Liu Ma suffer in his place.

So, he quickly sat down. "It's fine! I'll sit here!"

"That's the spirit!" Lin Beifan chuckled.

Then, he silently made a wish.

"I wish that for the next thirty minutes, all negative effects on the body will be multiplied by ten!"

"Ding! Wish granted!"

Lin Beifan remained calm, but Angkor instantly felt uneasy.

Why do I feel weird already?

Heat rushed through his body, his skin tingling unbearably.

Was the formation's effect supposed to be this fast?

He started shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Xiao Wu, sit still!" Lin Beifan scolded.

"Yes, Mr. Lin!" Angkor clenched his jaw.

Just endure it… it'll pass soon…

Lin Beifan took another sip of tea before interlocking his fingers and speaking seriously.

"I called you both here to talk about what happened that day."

Both Angkor and Liu Ma stiffened.

"Xiao Wu, I have to criticize you."

Lin Beifan knocked on the table, his tone filled with regret.

"I don't judge your views on love. I don't even oppose office romance. But your love is too wild! Too unrestrained! Too shameless!"

"In the middle of work hours, openly pursuing Liu Ma? Calling her 'baby' in front of everyone?!"

Lin Beifan sighed dramatically, shaking his head.

"Honestly, any normal person would find it unbearable! Even I lost my appetite!"

Angkor lowered his head in shame.

Even I couldn't stomach it!

"If you want to call each other affectionate names, do it in private! Love in private! But don't bring it into the workplace!"

"This kind of behavior disrupts the company's atmosphere! If I punish you, people will say I'm controlling personal relationships. If I don't punish you, where's the discipline?"

Lin Beifan sighed deeply. "See my dilemma?"

Angkor raised his head. "Mr. Lin, if you need to punish someone, punish me. It was all my fault. Liu Ma had nothing to do with it."

Lin Beifan nodded approvingly. "At least you have a sense of responsibility!"

Then his tone hardened. "But I must still criticize you! You're young, impulsive, and prone to making mistakes!"

"Sit down and listen properly!"

"Yes, Mr. Lin!"

Then Lin Beifan launched into a long lecture.

For ten whole minutes, he scolded non-stop without repeating a single word.

Meanwhile, Angkor was in agony.

The heat inside him surged wildly, itching overwhelmed his senses, and blisters began forming on his skin.

His back, directly facing the formation's strongest effects, burned and itched unbearably.

He clenched his fists. Damn it! How am I supposed to endure this?!

"Xiao Wu, sit still!" Lin Beifan reprimanded.

Even Liu Ma joined in. "Little Wu, Mr. Lin is doing this for your own good. Listen carefully!"

Angkor almost burst into tears.

For my own good?!

I'm about to combust, and you tell me this is for my own good?!

"Mr. Lin… I really need to step out for a moment!"

"No excuses! Sit down for twenty more minutes! If you can't handle that, don't bother working here anymore!"

Angkor gritted his teeth.

Fine. I'll endure. But I'll get revenge for this one day!

Lin Beifan continued his lecture for another ten minutes.

Every second was sheer torture for Angkor.

This wasn't just suffering—it was a form of psychological torment.

It was like being tickled to death, magnified tenfold!

Lin Beifan, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself.

At that moment, his phone rang.

"I need to take this call. Stay here and wait for me!"

"If you're gone when I come back, there will be consequences!"

As soon as Lin Beifan left, Angkor sprang out of his chair like a crazed monkey.

He scratched himself all over, hopping from foot to foot.

Liu Ma was stunned. "Xiao Wu, what are you doing?"

Angkor's eyes lit up. "Liu Ma, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"My back is itchy. Can you scratch it for me?"

Liu Ma hesitated but eventually helped.

"Where?"

"Here! No, a little lower! Harder!"

Liu Ma frowned. "I'm scratching as hard as I can! You're already bleeding!"

"That's not enough!"

In desperation, Angkor yanked off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.

"Liu Ma, keep going!"

Liu Ma gasped. "You… you scoundrel!"

Blushing furiously, she covered her face and ran out of the room.

Just then, Lin Beifan returned with a group of colleagues.

They froze at the sight before them.

Angkor was shirtless…

His back was covered in scratch marks, some even bleeding…

Liu Ma had just run away, looking utterly flustered…

The colleagues exchanged glances, their imaginations running wild.

A moment of silence.

Then—

"Ahem!"

Angkor: "..."

This… this is a complete disaster!