Chapter 41 "Please help me draw up a prenuptial agreement."

Wen Yu was indeed scared today.

She suddenly felt that she might have been running too fast, and at least she had to explain to the old man that she was only there to do a part-time job.

Especially Mr. Fu’s nephew.

His nephew seems to be familiar with the heads of many departments in the company.

Wen Yu couldn't help but have a headache. What should she do if she met his nephew in the company in the future?

Then I can only pretend to be dead.

But when Fu Jinnian came back, was the bouquet of roses in his hand a gift or a gift to him?

Wen Yu suddenly thought, maybe Fu Jinnian has a girlfriend.

If he had a girlfriend or fiancée, Wen Yu felt that he should not cook to avoid causing misunderstandings.

[Mr. Fu, is there any other way for me to repay the debt I owe you?]

I think if I go to your house for a long time, your girlfriend might misunderstand me if she finds out.

Wen Yu pondered for a long time before sending two messages.

After all, only Fu Jinnian’s father and nephew came today, so what about next time?

It would be terrible if his girlfriend treated her as a mistress next time and gave her a bucket of cold water.

After taking a shower, Fu Jinnian saw the message and frowned.

What girlfriend? Where did he get a girlfriend?

Wen Yu was wearing a facial mask, but she didn't expect to receive a call from Fu Jinnian.

She was a little flustered. Although they could now sit at the same table and eat calmly, Wen Yu always felt an inexplicable sense of oppression when she was alone with him.

That wasn't what Fu Jinnian did on purpose, but was the result of a sense of difference caused by his status, position and age.

"Hello." The man's deep voice penetrated her ear bone.

Wen Yu inexplicably felt her mouth dry, and she involuntarily held her phone a little further away and turned it to loud speaker.

"Mr. Fu, it's so late, what's the matter?"

Fu Jinnian glanced at the time on his phone. "It's only eight o'clock. Are you going to bed?"

"I was just taking a shower and I just saw the message now. Who told you that I have a girlfriend?"

Wen Yu: “…”

"No, Mr. Fu, I'm just afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Well, I don't have a girlfriend," he paused. "As for the other way you mentioned, there is indeed one. Come to my house tomorrow and we can talk in person."

"...good."

She didn’t know if it was Wen Yu’s illusion, but she always felt that the other methods wouldn’t be easy either.

After Fu Jinnian hung up the phone, he immediately called Fei Mingze, "Are you home?"

"Master Fu, tell me what you want me to do."

"Please help me draw up a prenuptial agreement."

Fei Mingze:?

No, who is he going to get married to?

-

Mr. Fu was very angry all the way.

But he was soft-hearted and covered up for his son. "You are not allowed to tell anyone else about what happened today. Do you understand?"

Fu Jiaheng responded immediately, "Grandpa, who should I tell? I won't betray anyone but my Third Uncle!"

"Um."

"Do you think I should agree for them to be together?" Mr. Fu asked again.

Fu Jiaheng curled his lips, "Grandpa, are you missing the point?"

Mr. Fu frowned: "What?"

"You forgot one thing. Uncle San said he was going to pursue her, which means Miss Wen hasn't agreed to his pursuit yet."

Mr. Fu: “…”

"What's wrong with my son's condition that she doesn't agree?"

"It's hard to say. After all, Third Uncle is so old. He must be at least seven or eight years older than her, right?"

"Grandpa, I don't know if you've ever heard a saying. A man over twenty-five is no different from sixty."

The car fell silent in an instant.

Mr. Fu suddenly thought of taking his son to see a men's doctor, but he strongly refused. Could it be that this time he wanted to marry a girl from a lesser family background because of his unspeakable secrets?

Would he want to give the girl more material support in the future so that she wouldn't mind his flaws in that area?

The more I think about it, the more anxious I become.

Mr. Fu suddenly began to worry, what if the girl didn't agree to his son's request?

-

Wen Ning was sick at home for three days before she woke up. However, during these three days of pretending to be sick, except for the first day when her mother came to ask her a few questions, she never stepped into her bedroom.

Wen Ning was really panicked.

She was too careless. She didn't expect that little bitch Wen Yu would be so despicable.

How come she can record everything I say accurately every time I talk to her?

Wen Ning suddenly thought that her ordinary-looking black bracelet might be her recorder.

Wen Yanqing knocked on the door after get off work and came in, "Ningning."

Wen Ning sat on the carpet beside the bed with her knees hugged. When she saw her brother come in, it was as if she saw the only light in her life.

"elder brother!"

Wen Yanqing frowned slightly, "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

He took a step forward with his long legs, walked over to her side, and carried her like a princess to the bed.

"I've told you many times that the ground is cold and girls shouldn't just sit on it. Have you forgotten?"

Wen Ning tugged at her brother's clothes and said, "Brother, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Wen Yanqing said softly, "Why wouldn't I want to?"

"Dad's on a business trip, and Mom's just...processing it. Once they've processed their emotions, they'll love you just as much as before."

Wen Ning knew that it would be difficult for them to return to the way they were before, and her eldest brother was the only straw she could hold on to.

"Brother, how long will it take Mom and Dad to digest it? How should I comfort them?"

"Don't worry, let Mom and Dad calm down."

Wen Yanqing thought that his mother didn't have much affection for Wen Yu, and maybe in a few days she would realize that the one raised by her side was the closest to her.

"Brother, what about you? Do you want to digest it too?"

Wen Yanqing sneered, "Me?"

"I won't. Ningning, brother will stand by you unconditionally."

Wen Ning cried with joy and threw herself into her eldest brother's arms, her tears soaking his shirt.

She was wearing a suspender nightgown, and because of her posture, Wen Yanqing could see the snow-whiteness of her chest just by lowering his eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Ningning, let go."

"Don't let go! If you let go, I'll run away. These past few days, every time I dream, I can't catch up with you in my dreams."

"I tried hard to catch up, but I just couldn't! I dreamed that you all said you hated me and didn't want me anymore. I was scared, brother..."

Wen Yanqing raised his hand and gently stroked Wen Ning's hair. "Don't be afraid, Ningning, brother is here. Brother only wants you."

The door was suddenly pushed open. "What are you doing?"

Zeng Manli stared at the brother and sister snuggling together in the room with her eyes wide open.