She had just finished processing the takeout orders when customers started arriving one after another, keeping her so busy that she had no time to check her messages.

After finishing the meeting, Fu Jue returned to his private office, closed the door with a cold face, and the people in the secretary's office outside whispered among themselves.

Chu Ming: "Secretary Gu, what's wrong with President Fu? He had a cold face during Manager Wang's proposal at the meeting just now."

Mingli: "I also think Manager Wang's proposal is problematic. The data is too exaggerated and unrealistic. No wonder President Fu is angry."

Gu Mi remained silent. He knew that Fu Jue had never intended to approve Manager Wang's document, so Fan didn't need to be angry for him.

The silent Secretary Gu guessed the truth. While passing documents to President Fu, he inadvertently noticed that Fu Jue was sending a message to a peach-shaped profile picture.

During the meeting, Mr. Fu looked up at his phone several times, but the person hadn't replied with a single word even as the meeting was about to end.

But Secretary Gu dared not say it. If he were to spread the word and ruin the deal, which was still far from being finalized, where would he find such a high-paying job?

Meanwhile, in his office, Fu Jue successfully dropped his pretense. Ge You lay comfortably on the gray sofa, feeling exceptionally relaxed as long as he didn't look at the stack of documents on his desk. However, he was somewhat puzzled, as his own message was the only one displayed on his communication interface with Tao Zhizhi.

[Jue Feiyu: Are you free this afternoon?]

He repeatedly opened and closed the interface, and finally had to call Secretary Gu to run errands. Secretary Gu dared not speak out, but naturally sped up his pace.

When Secretary Gu arrived at the warm food shop, the shop was full of customers, and Tao Zhizhi was nowhere to be seen in the lobby. It seemed that she would not be able to complete the boss's task.

Tao Zhizhi was taking a break from cooking when she was worried about another takeout order coming in, so she decided to limit purchases to twenty servings per meal and not sell any more today.

Besides, she was the only one in the kitchen, and Su Bai was busy running around in the lobby with no one to help her, which was really tiring. So she posted a new job ad.

Secretary Gu had no special privileges and could only obediently wait in the lobby for the customers ahead of her to finish. Fortunately, Fu Jue didn't have stomach problems like the CEOs in novels; he ate very regularly and healthily, and no one's stomach could be as good as his.

He can only update the shop's information in real time. Fu Jue sees the useless messages he sends back and doesn't bother to reply. He lies on the sofa, bored, waiting to get off work.

Fu Jue's phone lit up, showing a message from a group chat. He opened the group chat, "Eight Married, Two Single," which hadn't seen any activity for a week, and the latest message appeared:

[Super handsome Cen Lin: Fu Jue, shall we go to Qinghe?]

Fu Jue thought for a few seconds. The two single guys hadn't gotten together for a long time. The reason the group was so quiet was because everyone else was either married or playing the game of marriage first and then love, staging a "chasing after wife" act. It was hard to get an appointment, so they simply didn't bother.

It was almost six o'clock, and Secretary Gu was still in line. Fu Jue, on the other hand, was someone who always wanted to leave work on time, so he didn't hesitate to make him stay and work overtime. "Take him to Qinghe."

Secretary Gu's face turned ashen as she watched time slip away.

Another day of working overtime ┯_┯

As it approached seven o'clock, Secretary Gu finally received her meal and strode quickly outside.

Qinghe Bar —

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but Fu Jue, you've really been forced to inherit the family business? I thought you wouldn't compromise." Cen Lin poured a glass of wine and handed it to Fu Jue.

What do you think?

Fu Jue took the wine glass, leaned back lazily, a nonchalant smile on his face, and casually raised his glass to him.

"That's true. Your Fu family is so big and powerful, yet you two rebellious brothers have emerged. Didn't your brother go off to work on some film set? We haven't heard from him since. And you've been pulled into a company to work nine to six every day. Tsk tsk."

Cen Lin's baby face broke into a smile as he took a big gulp of wine.

"It's been so long since Huaijin came to Qinghe; the wine selection is getting worse and worse."

Cen Lin swallowed the wine in his throat, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, and pushed the remaining wine glass away.

Fu Jue also took a sip, then put it back on the table, casually crossing his legs with a hint of mockery:

"He's living a happy life now, with a wife, kids, and a warm bed."

"Everyone is rushing to date and get married, leaving the two of us to enjoy the wonderful single life alone."

Cen Lin looked puzzled, his mouth involuntarily turning to one side, his face full of disgust.

Fu Jue kicked him, raising his eyebrows high, and said disapprovingly, "Who wants to be single with you?"

Upon hearing this, Cen Lin thought to himself, "Something's not right." He was shocked to realize that his friend actually wanted to leave his group. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Explain yourself! Are you betraying our Singles Alliance too? Who is it that has stirred your heart?!"

Fu Jue moved away from Cen Lin with disdain and sneered. Before Cen Lin could reply, a spicy and salty aroma wafted into Cen Lin's nose along with Secretary Gu's footsteps.

Secretary Gu's arrival was perfectly timed. Fu Jue didn't want Cen Lin to know her information for the time being, especially since he and she didn't have any deeper interactions yet. Knowing Cen Lin as he did, he knew he would definitely laugh at him if he found out, and Fu Jue didn't really want to see that happen.

"Mr. Fu, I've put your food here." Secretary Gu entered the booth, panting, and placed the food on the table.

"Okay, you can go back now."

Fu Jue casually sent a red envelope as a reward, and squatted down by the table to open the bag. Cen Lin was amazed. What kind of divine dish could make his precious young master Fu bow down? Although he was also a little overwhelmed.

"Fu Jue, has Tianyi's performance been bad lately? You've started eating such cheap meals."

Cen Lin saw the receipt in the bag, but couldn't help but open the box and bamboo chopsticks. Although he said he had doubts, his actions were very honest.

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Fu Jue glanced at him, picked up the box, and happily began to eat.

Of course, as a close friend who knows him very well, Cen Lin couldn't help but fight with Fu Jue over the food during the meal.

Fu Jue was speechless and joined in the scramble. The scene seemed intense, but if Secretary Gu were here, she would definitely say something like:

"childish!"

Cen Lin, having eaten his fill, leaned back on the sofa, his mind still savoring the taste of the meal. He looked so content that you just wanted to kick him again.

Yes, Fu Jue thought about it and did just that.

When Cen Lin asked him for his address, threatening to poach the chef, Fu Jue had no intention of giving it to him, and said in an unfriendly tone: "You can get lost now that you've eaten your fill."

"No, that won't do. We haven't even talked about the important business yet. My husband said that the land in the old town is quite nice, and he wants to take over a portion of it to develop a commercial area. He thinks I'm too idle and wants me to find something to do, so I came to ask you about it."

Fu Jue thought for a moment, the image of Tao Zhizhi's smiling, crescent-shaped eyes flashing in his mind, and said decisively:

“No, developing the old town is too difficult and there are too many residents, so it’s not suitable.”