"Okay." Jiang Wanning's soft reply came from the other end, as melodious as heavenly music.

Fu Chenyuan was pushing his luck. Jiang Wanning was too obedient, too sweet, and too easy to talk to. He admitted that he was being a little despicable.

"Wanwan, from now on, spend more time looking at me. Don't look at other men when I'm around. When I'm not by your side, spend a little time thinking about me every day. I don't ask for much, just a few minutes a day. Those few minutes are exclusively for me."

Jiang Wanning's heart seemed to tremble at these words.

Fu Chenyuan never explicitly said he liked someone, yet it seemed as if he was saying he did.

You only think about how someone treats you if you care about them or like them.

"Shen Yuan, perhaps... perhaps you like her? That's why you married her."

But how could that be? Had they crossed paths before?

If someone like Fu Chenyuan had appeared in her youth, she would never forget him.

Because even if he does nothing, just standing there, he can amaze people's lives.

"Huh? What?" Fu Chenyuan asked.

Jiang Wanning hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you very busy? Aren't you asleep yet at this hour?"

"Almost done, I'm going to sleep as soon as I'm done."

"Then go ahead and get busy," Jiang Wanning said, and was about to hang up the phone.

When Fu Chenyuan called her "wife," Jiang Wanning felt her ears burning.

The word "wife" is very ordinary. Which married couple hasn't called each other that? Or, many young couples call each other "wife" even before they get married. There's nothing strange about it.

But when Fu Chenyuan called out, it seemed to have immense power, making her feel as if those two words had burned her heart.

Is there anything else you want to say?

Jiang Wanning was stunned upon hearing this.

Why did she seek out Fu Chenyuan?

Yes, she had something to say.

Fu Chenyuan's voice was encouraging: "If there's anything you want to say, or anything you expect me to do, just say it. If you don't say it, you won't have a chance. If you say it, regardless of whether I do it or not, there's at least a 50% chance."

Jiang Wanning tightened her grip on her phone.

Hearing soft breathing on the other end, but no words, Fu Chenyuan sighed almost imperceptibly.

He wasn't the only one being cautious in this relationship.

"Wanwan?"

"It's nothing. I just missed you a little. Shenyuan, go to sleep early, goodnight." Jiang Wanning said, and hung up the phone without waiting for Fu Chenyuan's reply.

Fu Chenyuan frowned slightly as he looked at the disconnected call. He didn't call back, but instead sent Jiang Wanning a voice message: Goodnight, wife.

Jiang Wanning listened to the two-second voice message several times on repeat.

She buried her face in the blanket in the darkness. She wanted to be willful and accuse Fu Chenyuan without restraint. He had promised to attend her graduation ceremony, but he was going to break his promise.

But she can't blame anyone.

Fu Chenyuan is a workaholic, and he can't control things like being sent on a business trip unexpectedly.

Fu Chenyuan is not only her husband, but also the head of the Fu Group, with so many employees working under him to make a living.

Fu Chenyuan is now in this position not just to make money for himself, but also to shoulder responsibilities and obligations.

At this moment, how could she bear to cause trouble?

Since I can't sleep, I won't sleep.

Jiang Wanning got up, found the hidden painting, and continued to draw Fu Chenyuan's portrait.

Fu Chenyuan's eyebrows and eyes had already been roughly outlined, and with Jiang Wanning's touch, his eyes seemed to come alive.

Jiang Wanning couldn't help but feel a little shy just looking at the pair of eyes in the painting.

She looked at the photos on her phone; Fu Chenyuan was looking at her with eyes full of affection.

*

Fu Chenyuan returned to the conference room with a cold and stern expression. Despite working hard all day, he showed no signs of fatigue.

Picking up stacks of documents from the table and looking at the electronic files in his notebook, Fu Chenyuan highlighted several details again.

"I have objections to these points."

The other party's boss...

At one in the morning, the contract was signed, and everyone felt completely drained.

At this point, it's hard to even smile, let alone celebrate.

They all looked completely drained.

Finally, the other party's boss couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fu, do you really have to rush back to Nancheng tonight? Don't you want to rest? Is there anyone in Nancheng that you're worried about?"

Fu Chenyuan moved the ring on his hand.

Everyone's eyes fell on the ring on Fu Chenyuan's ring finger.

The ring is beautiful, but don't flaunt it; it's obvious they can't afford it.

They noticed the ring on Fu Chenyuan's hand from the beginning, but no one thought much of it.

A handsome and wealthy young man like Fu Chenyuan would attract many women, so wearing a ring might just be his way of avoiding trouble.

But then Fu Chenyuan's eyes softened, and a faint smile graced his lips, a smile that seemed to capture the essence of time. It was as if tiny stars had been scattered into Fu Chenyuan's eyes, and his eyes shone with light.

He said, "I'm in a hurry to get back to see my wife. After all, I promised her something today, and if I don't show up, I'll be breaking my promise. Goodbye."

Fu Chenyuan resumed his aloof and indifferent demeanor, bid farewell to everyone, and got into the car.

The others were left bewildered in the wind.

So, all the good men are always someone else's?

How old is Fu Chenyuan? In his early twenties, I think? He's so young!

If it weren't for his overwhelming aura, people would probably think Fu Chenyuan was still a college student.

He actually got married at such a young age!

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