Chapter 104 I Believe in You

The next morning.

When Wen Liang woke up, Fu Zheng was already up.

He dressed neatly and sat at the dining table waiting for her to have breakfast together, and then go to the company together after breakfast.

There was a knock on the office door. Wen Liang looked up from his computer and said, "Come in."

Director Wen. Special Assistant Yang pressed the doorknob and came in. "Boss Fu asked me to deliver a document to you."

"Put it here." Wen Liang pointed to the desk in front of him.

"good."

After Special Assistant Yang left, Wen Liang lowered his head, picked up the folder on the table and looked through it.

What was placed in the folder was not some serious document, but a piece of paper with Fu Zheng's schedule for the past week, detailing everything, including the social engagements at noon and in the evening every day.

He would report his itinerary to her in the past, but not in such detail.

Just like this afternoon, Fu Zheng had a dinner party.

Just then, his message came in: "I won't be in the company at noon. I asked someone to order lunch for you. After you finish eating, you can go to my lounge to rest for a while."

"good."

After get off work at noon, Special Assistant Yang delivered the takeaway.

After Wen Liang finished eating, he went to Fu Zheng's lounge to take a nap.

When I woke up, it was almost time to go to work in the afternoon.

Wen Liang put on his shoes, tidied his clothes, and was about to go out when he suddenly heard voices in the outer office.

"…Is there anything else?"

This is Fu Zheng's voice.

He must have come back from outside.

"There's one more private matter." A female voice sounded.

This is Wu Ling's voice.

Wu Ling said, "Mr. Fu, today is my birthday. I'm planning to treat my colleagues to dinner and karaoke. I see you've postponed your cocktail party tonight. Why don't you come along?"

"Let's talk later."

Wu Ling looked at Fu Zheng's indifferent expression and said, "Boss Fu, please do me a favor. Just treat this as a department gathering. They will definitely be happy to have you there. I heard that you went to a hot spring resort with other departments not long ago. You can't show favoritism."

“…Okay, I understand.”

"Then Mr. Fu, I'll send you the address."

"Um."

Soon the sound of high heels leaving was heard outside.

Wen Liang pushed open the door of the lounge.

Fu Zheng was standing by the French window. Hearing the voice, he walked towards Wen Liang and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Um."

"Wu Ling is having a department dinner tonight for her birthday. I'm going over there. Do you want to come with me?"

Wen Liang glanced at him and said, "You know very well that Wu Ling and I don't have a good relationship. It's her birthday. If I go, won't she vomit to death? Besides, I'm not from their department."

"So what if you're not from their department? If you go with me, can they still kick you out?"

"Then what identity should I go there with?"

"What do you think? A colleague? Or... my wife?"

Wen Liang raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zheng. He also looked at him with serious and sincere eyes.

Wen Liang lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips, "You should go by yourself."

There were already rumors of an affair between them in the company, and if she followed him, she would probably never be able to clear herself of it.

Of course they can't be cleansed.

But Wen Liang has no desire to make it public right now.

"Didn't you say Wu Ling likes me? Aren't you afraid?" Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang deeply.

She is so confident in his relationship with Wu Ling and not jealous at all?

"Don't you believe she likes you?" Wen Liang raised an eyebrow. "Besides, I believe you."

Fu Zheng doesn't believe that Wu Ling likes him, which means that he doesn't have any feelings for Wu Ling and will not have anything to do with her.

Besides, she is pregnant, so it’s better for her to rest more at home.

Looking at Wen Liang's trusting eyes, Fu Zheng suddenly felt very frustrated.

There is no joy of trust at all.

"……All right."

Since she didn't want to, he wouldn't force her.

"Then I'll get busy first."

"Um."

Wen Liang walked out of the office and suddenly stopped.

Wu Ling was standing not far away, looking at her with burning eyes.

Wen Liang smiled faintly, "Director Wu, good afternoon."

Wu Ling glared at Wen Liang, snorted coldly and left.

After get off work in the evening, Wen Liang went home first.

The restaurant Wu Ling booked was a local restaurant.

"Please sit down." Fu Zheng sat down and spoke.

The employees sat down in groups of three or four around the round table.

It was difficult to distinguish the main and secondary seats at the round table. Fu Zheng sat at the main seat, with Wu Ling and another deputy director on his left and right.

The dishes were ordered in advance and served soon after everyone was seated.

Wu Ling specifically asked Fu Zheng on WeChat what he liked to eat, and Fu Zheng simply replied, "It's up to you. Ask for everyone's opinions."

Wu Ling didn't dare to ask any more questions.

After working together for so many years, she and Fu Zheng have also dined at the same table many times, and she has never seen Fu Zheng have a preference for any dish.

Mature and steady, never showing any emotion.

Fu Zheng picked up his chopsticks, and the other employees began to eat slowly.

Every department has one or two people who liven up the atmosphere, and the Public Relations Department is no exception. The dinner table soon became lively.

Fu Zheng leaned back in his chair, holding his wine glass, and occasionally joined in with a few words.

Some people are like this; just by sitting there, they can make people feel their long-accumulated power.

Wu Ling picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of greens on the plate in front of Fu Zheng: "I wonder if Mr. Fu likes this?"

Fu Zheng glanced at the vegetables on the plate and said nothing, "Thank you. You don't have to serve me any more."

“…”

Wu Ling put down her chopsticks.

She kept watching out of the corner of her eye.

The vegetables on Fu Zheng's plate remained untouched.

Wu Ling felt a sense of loss.

At this time, the screen of Fu Zheng's mobile phone on the table lit up.

The message prompt is the WeChat icon.

Fu Zheng picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and replied to the message. In that instant, Wu Ling caught a glimpse of the contact above the dialog box on the screen - Wen Liang.

It was just unknown what Wen Liang had sent. Watching Fu Zheng typing his reply, Wu Ling felt like she was being scratched by a cat.

The other party replied to the message. Fu Zheng smiled and continued typing.

Speaking of which, Fu Zheng rarely uses WeChat. Most of the time he uses it to make calls and send emails. It is even rarer for him to use WeChat while holding his phone like he is now.

Wu Ling looked at Fu Zheng's actions, and suddenly thought of the interaction between Fu Zheng and Wen Liang. She felt sour in her heart and couldn't help but clench her chopsticks.

At this time, the screen of Fu Zheng's mobile phone lit up again.

He was about to reply.

But then Wu Ling beside him said, "Mr. Fu, I offer you a toast. Thank you for your care over the years. I will do my best to contribute to the Fu Group in the future."

Fu Zheng turned off the screen, put down his phone, and took the wine glass. "You're welcome."

Seeing this, the deputy director poured a glass of wine to toast Fu Zheng.

Department employees are learning and setting an example.

Fu Zheng drank three more cups and stopped them, telling them not to toast.

In the middle of the journey, Fu Zheng received a call on his cell phone. It was the driver calling.

Fu Zheng walked slowly to the corridor and answered the phone.

The driver said, "Mr. Fu, the tire is flat. I've called the 4S shop and asked them to take care of it. Should I go back and drive another car?"

Fu Zheng paused for a moment and said, "You go back first. I'll ask my wife to come over after we're done."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zheng opened Wen Liang's WeChat dialog box, and the chat history inside stopped at the moment just now.

It was so hot and so cold at the same time. "Are you guys going to sing later?"

Fu Zheng didn't reply and called.

The phone rang, and within two rings it was connected. A warm voice came from the receiver, "Hello, are you out?"

"Um."

"Remember to drink less."

Wen Liang had just told him this during the WeChat chat, and now he emphasized it again.

"I know."

"Are you guys still going to sing? When will you be back? Or should I go to bed first?"

"I'm going to take a ride. I won't be staying long. The driver just told me that his tire was flat, so I asked him to go back first. Will you pick me up after we're done?"

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, "Okay, don't be too late."

"Well, be careful on the road." Fu Zheng whispered.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zheng stood in front of the window in the corridor for a while.

A cool breeze blew, dispelling the heat from my body.

Perhaps it was because he drank some wine, and the alcohol took effect. He felt a little hot, so he took off his coat and put it on his elbows.

Wu Ling came out of the box and looked at the man's broad back and upright figure, unable to take her eyes off him for a long time.