After many revisions and deletions, a message was finally sent:

"Fu Jue, I'd like to add a new dish to our shop. What do you think would be good?"

Fu Jue was at the banquet, drinking and socializing with Chairman Fu, and couldn't reply to her message immediately.

"Young Master Fu? Chairman Fu has truly done a great job raising him! He has such an outstanding son! Haha—"

Chairman Cen raised his wine glass and toasted Chairman Fu: "Clang—"

"Xiaodong, I heard you're considering having Cen Lin take over the business?"

The Fu and Cen families were old acquaintances. Chairman Fu raised an eyebrow, accepted Cen Xiaodong's praise, and took the opportunity to inquire about the younger generation.

Chairman Cen sighed helplessly, "You know, this kid's been playing around for two or three years, it's time he settled down. Xiao Jue's back, and here he is—"

"I originally wanted him to develop some land to practice, but I said I asked Xiao Jue, and Xiao Jue thought it wasn't suitable, so he quit. Now he's off to some country to travel. If only he were half as worry-free as Xiao Jue!"

Upon hearing this, Chairman Fu patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Cen Lin is still young and will come back to take over sooner or later. It's just that these two are almost thirty, and they refuse to get married or find girlfriends. It's really worrying!"

Chairman Fu frowned, his face grim, as if he had just thought of something: [Could it be what I'm thinking?!]

Take a deep breath, calm your wildly beating heart, and dismiss the thought!

When Cen Xiaodong saw that Chairman Fu's expression had changed, he didn't think too much of it and assumed that he was just too worried about Fu Jue's marriage.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Fu Jue is out of the question. But we still have the eldest son, Cen Lin. He's grown up now and knows what he wants. So let's not worry too much."

Seeing that his father and Uncle Cen were having a pleasant conversation, Fu Jue made an excuse to leave the meeting and found a quiet place to reply to Tao Zhizhi's message.

He looked at the message that had been retracted several times, his face showing curiosity and a smile:

Are you asking about my taste? Or are you asking about my preferred taste as a guest?

Tao Zhizhi was leisurely watching the variety show, occasionally bursting into laughter at the comedic effects. Suddenly, a reply from Fu Jue popped up above her tablet.

She wiped the potato chip crumbs off her fingers, thought for a few seconds: [Wait, how am I supposed to respond to him being so direct?!]

Forget it, let's just get straight to the point.

"The desserts you bought today were delicious. I wanted to ask what you like to eat!"

Tao Zhizhi let out a long sigh of relief. It's still more comfortable to be direct.

Fu Jue hadn't expected her to be so blunt, and a soft chuckle escaped his throat:

"Boss Tao's cooking skills are excellent, and I like everything he makes."

Tao Zhizhi didn't want to see this kind of answer. It was like making plans with a friend to go out and asking where they were going.

The result is just as difficult as replying "whatever".

Tao Zhizhi pouted: "Can you give me a definite answer?"

Fu Jue silently added in his mind:

I don't like beating around the bush; I prefer to be straightforward.

"The seafood is delicious."

He stared at his own name on the screen, his hand typing faster than his brain:

"Is it getting a little awkward calling you Boss Tao all the time? Can I call you Zhizhi too?"

Tao Zhizhi saw his message, her mind still searching for ways to cook seafood, when she glanced at the new message: "Sure."

Fu Jue wanted to find out more about her thoughts, but it would seem too eager to do so now, so he had to give up.

"Zhizhi, goodnight."

"A good night's sleep."

Entertainment time always flies by, and it was already 10:30. Thinking about how early she would have to get up tomorrow, she picked up her doll.

Goodnight, see you tomorrow!

Fu Jue was completely absorbed in his phone screen, unaware that Chairman Fu had been spying on him for quite some time.

Chairman Fu's eyes were sharp, and no one knows a son better than his father. Just from the obvious smile on Fu Jue's face, one could tell that he had someone he loved.

Recalling her own conjectures from the meeting, she took a deep breath and stepped towards him.

"Fu Jue, it's getting late, we should go back."

The deep voice seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and Chairman Fu realized that now was not the right time to speak.

The two rode in the same car, and Fu Jue felt Fu Dong's gaze on him countless times, as well as his desire to speak.

Fu Jue crossed his legs, casually breaking the current silence:

"Chairman Fu, please speak frankly. What embarrassing thing is it that you've been holding back all this way?"

Fu Jue's teasing tone earned him a fierce glare from Chairman Fu.

"Have you met with Cen Lin recently?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Chairman Fu was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, and couldn't help but speak up:

“I’m not a rigid person, but you need to make your grandfather mentally prepared beforehand, and not bring people home casually.”

"Also, he's his only child, and our Fu family feels indebted to him. You should treat him better—"

Fu Jue felt increasingly uneasy as he listened, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. He interrupted directly:

What are you talking about?

Before Chairman Fu could continue his sentence, his train of thought was suddenly interrupted, and the words that were about to come out blurted out:

"Aren't you with Cen Lin?"

Fu Jue was even more shocked than him, looking at Chairman Fu with a bewildered expression:

“Fu Linyue, if you have Alzheimer’s, you should retire early and see a doctor. If your eyesight is bad, get treatment. You are still my father, and I will take care of you until the day you die.”

His tone was cold, his gaze as if he were looking at someone mentally challenged, and he said through gritted teeth:

"My sexual orientation is female!"

Chairman Fu realized he had made a huge blunder, and his son's gaze had completely broken his defenses.

"That's because you're already twenty-seven and haven't even had a proper relationship. You're always either traveling or racing."

Chairman Fu got more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had found a stronghold and wanted to launch a counterattack.

"If I hadn't forced you to come back to work these past few years, you'd probably be living like a savage somewhere by now!"

"Besides, Yuan Yan and Huai Jin are both either married or have girls they like pursuing them. It's just the two of you left. How can people not be suspicious?"

Fu Dongli was unreasonable but also arrogant.

Seeing Chairman Fu's eagerness to make amends, Fu Jue couldn't help but laugh at his father:

"Fu Chao is surrounded by so many women in the entertainment industry, and you haven't seemed to get anxious. What's wrong? Are you eyeing some other guy's grandson now?"

Without hesitation, Fu Jue replied earnestly, "How about I snatch it from you?"

"Roll, roll, roll—" (︶︹︺) Hmph

Chairman Fu waved his hand, indicating that he did not wish to continue this topic.

"One by one, they're all causing me trouble. If you have any issues, take her home as soon as possible, don't let the young girl suffer."

Chairman Fu ended the topic, silently grumbling to himself:

[Other people's children aren't your own; everyone watches them closely. It's not like you can compare to those old folks.]

Upon hearing this, Fu Jue's expression softened:

"You don't need to tell me, I can't bear to see her suffer."