What's going on?

Jiang Wanning jumped out of bed, still wrapped in the blanket: "No, no. I would think you're a very gentlemanly person, Shen Yuan, and you wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress. Shen Yuan, you're a really good person."

Fu Chenyuan couldn't help but laugh when he was given a "friend zone" card first thing in the morning.

His laughter was somewhat unrestrained and flamboyant.

Jiang Wanning had never seen Fu Chenyuan smile like that before. She seemed to be infected by his smile and couldn't help but laugh too. The embarrassment she felt when she woke up seemed to have disappeared.

"Wanwan, I'm not a good person. Really."

He spoke very seriously.

Jiang Wanning paused for a moment, then said, "That doesn't matter, because human nature is inherently complex."

It's not simply black and white.

Seeing the man get out of bed, Jiang Wanning quickly turned her back.

"I think I forgot to pack a change of clothes."

Fu Chenyuan opened the wardrobe in the room, and there were several sets of clothes inside.

"I've prepared some for you. Pick whichever you like to wear." He wouldn't interfere with Jiang Wanning's freedom to choose her clothes.

Jiang Wanning should be Jiang Wanning, no matter what she is like, as long as she is Jiang Wanning.

The two of them changed their clothes and came out, and when they met face to face, Jiang Wanning was stunned.

Because Fu Chenyuan was dressed very casually today, wearing a casual sweatshirt and trousers, he looked more youthful.

His hair was a bit long, fine and soft, hanging down casually, with a few strands falling in front of his forehead. People would probably believe he was a college student.

At this moment, he deliberately concealed his aura, making it impossible for anyone to associate him with the rumored mad and powerful figure.

Aren't you going to work today?

"I'll go with you after you finish drawing. Don't worry about me, I'll take care of my work."

After Fu Chenyuan finished speaking, he naturally walked over and took Jiang Wanning's hand.

Seeing Jiang Wanning obediently and letting him lead her, Fu Chenyuan's lips curled up slightly.

"Won't you hate it when we hold hands like this?"

Jiang Wanning shook her head. She not only didn't dislike it, but she was also somewhat used to it.

She felt that if Fu Chenyuan stopped holding her hand the next second, she might feel uncomfortable.

"So, do you hate being hugged like this?"

Fu Chenyuan reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He placed one hand on her back and gently stroked her hair with the other.

Jiang Wanning was forced to press against his chest, and Fu Chenyuan's cool fragrance wafted over her, surrounding her.

Jiang Wanning was stunned: "No."

Fu Chenyuan's voice fell above her head, so gentle, yet like drumbeats tapping on her heart, making her heart pound wildly for no reason.

"Wanwan, I think you're mostly unfamiliar with me, so I won't take you right away. I want to wait until you get used to me and accept me, and give you some time to adjust. It's not that I don't want to. Do you understand?"

This can be seen as an indirect answer to Su Zhihan's question about President Fu being unsuitable.

Jiang Wanning's face flushed instantly.

She stammered, "I, I, I understand. I didn't doubt your ability."

They had already had intimate moments together, and she knew very well whether Fu Chenyuan was capable or not—Fu Chenyuan was far too capable.

Fu Chenyuan chuckled softly again, then released Jiang Wanning and naturally took her hand to the restaurant for breakfast.

When they arrived, Su Zhihan, Lu Heng, and Gu Lingyang were already there.

Seeing the two holding hands, all three of them showed slightly ambiguous expressions.

Fu Chenyuan pretended not to see it, while Jiang Wanning looked completely bewildered.

After breakfast, Lu Heng was going back, and Gu Lingyang was also leaving.

Su Zhihan naturally followed Gu Lingyang.

"Mr. Gu, can I really be your assistant?"

"Of course, I never make empty promises. Come with me to the company and talk to my agent."

“Okay.” Su Zhihan naturally wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

Everyone left, and Jiang Wanning returned to her studio to finish the painting she hadn't completed the day before.

Before leaving, Su Zhihan said to her, "Xiao Ningning, that's great. Thanks to you, I've decided on the path I want to take in the future."

Now, Jiang Wanning sat in front of the easel, lost in thought for a while, until a shadow fell beside her.

Fu Chenyuan brought his laptop, as if he was going to work here and accompany Jiang Wanning.

Jiang Wanning originally advised Fu Chenyuan to go back first, but Fu Chenyuan insisted, so she let him be.

As Fu Chenyuan said, he is an adult and knows what he is doing, so she should just accept it.

Fu Chenyuan's presence was so strong that it was impossible to ignore him, especially since he was so close to her.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wanning looked up at him.

He had his back to the window, blocking some of the sunlight, but his face was still impeccably handsome.

"Wanwan, have you thought about what you want to do in the future? You like drawing, have you ever thought about making it your profession?"

Jiang Wanning had considered this topic before, but back then at the Zhao family, she thought about leaving Nancheng to find a job elsewhere to support herself first, and then making painting a side job.

She sold three paintings during her university years: one for 280,000 yuan, one for 150,000 yuan, and one for 470,000 yuan. She kept the remaining 900,000 yuan, intending to prepare for any eventuality.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanning suddenly realized that she hadn't given Fu Chenyuan the money yet.

She has already repaid the money she borrowed from others, and she has 900,000 yuan here, which she should return to Fu Chenyuan.

"Shen Yuan, I have 900,000 here. It's for my mother's surgery and subsequent rehabilitation costs. I'll pay you back when I earn more money."

Fu Chenyuan pulled out a chair and sat down next to Jiang Wanning: "Do you want to check how much money you have in your account right now?"

There were several unread messages on her newly issued card yesterday, but Jiang Wanning didn't pay attention to them and hadn't had time to check them yet.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanning took out her phone, logged into the bank's app, and stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Jiang Wanning counted the zeros at the end, feeling like her eyes were about to blur.

It's a hundred million!

Several of the incoming payment notifications were received after midnight last night.

"Yesterday, Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, and your siblings gave you a bank card, and I took the liberty of depositing the money into it for you. This is all pocket money. You can keep the money you earn for yourself. The money I earn is for you to spend."

As Fu Chenyuan spoke, he looked down at his phone and made a few transactions. Another payment notification appeared, and Fu Chenyuan transferred 100 million yuan directly!

Now, Jiang Wanning has two hundred million!

Financial freedom came so suddenly!

Who has pocket money in the hundreds of millions?

Jiang Wanning knew about Fu Jiahao, but she didn't expect the Fu family to be so generous to their child.

By all accounts, she could be considered half a member of the Fu family, right? After all, she married Fu Chenyuan.

The Zhao family is considered a wealthy and powerful family in Nancheng, but she has never experienced the life of a rich heiress.

Just as Jiang Wanning was about to speak, Fu Chenyuan added, "Don't say no, because the Fu family is so poor that all we have left is money."

Hearing Fu Chenyuan's words, Jiang Wanning couldn't help but laugh: "Chenyuan, what you said is really annoying, isn't it?"

"Then would you bear to hit me?" Fu Chenyuan suddenly moved very close to her, leaning in and speaking with a hint of flirtation.