When the time comes, get into the family's nanny van.

Heading to the Fu Group.

Unlike yesterday when she could just give her name and get in, today she was stopped by the receptionist. Nan Yu was puzzled, and the receptionist was also embarrassed: "Sorry, you are not allowed to enter from above."

Nan Yu: What's wrong?

The receptionist didn't know sign language, so Nan Yu quickly took out her phone and typed: Why won't you let me in?

The receptionist pursed her lips and could only smile: "I'm really sorry, Secretary Li did give the order that if we let you in, all three of us would have to resign. I'm sorry."

Typing: What happened yesterday?

The receptionist shook her head: "We're not sure about that."

Nan Yu didn't want to make things difficult for them any further, so she slightly raised the lunchbox and typed: Can I give the food to Fu Jinchuan?

The receptionist was in a dilemma. Just then, Secretary Li came out of the elevator to buy coffee for Fu Jinchuan. Bai Cheng said her mouth was bland and insisted on drinking a caramel macchiato. It was only these working people who could run errands.

He frowned slightly when he saw Nan Yu and the lunchbox in his hand.

Did they really send it?

The president's wife looked well-behaved, not quite the kind of person he subconsciously imagined. Yesterday's meal was really delicious. Regardless of the reason, Secretary Li thought that since he had run into her, he should pass on the message.

"lady."

Nan Yu recognized the secretary she had seen yesterday. Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and she quickly lowered her head to type: It's you.

Then she lowered her head and typed: "Can you help me deliver the food to Fu Jinchuan?"

Secretary Li glanced at the front desk, and the receptionist immediately looked away and returned to her post. The man then gave the young man a polite smile.

"Let's talk in private."

Nan Yu followed and arrived at the rest area on the right side of the hall. Li Mi:

"Madam, Mr. Fu doesn't want you to come. Please don't send any more things here. The company has a cafeteria, but you don't like the food. We can buy whatever Mr. Fu wants to eat. Besides, Mr. Fu is busy, his meals are irregular, and he has to accompany Bai from time to time... cough!"

She wanted to offer to accompany Mr. Bai, but realizing that the woman in front of her was the real wife, she quickly coughed to cover it up, "You can understand, right?"

Nan Yu understood. Fu Jinchuan's white moonlight was at the company, and probably was yesterday as well. He smiled and nodded.

Typing: If he doesn't want to eat, you can. We live with the elderly. If Grandpa knows I'm bringing food, I'll only bring it for two days. He'll scold Jinchuan. I'll bring it again later. I won't take it upstairs; I'll leave it at the front desk. You can eat it. If you don't want to eat it, please take it upstairs to eat, okay? If you like it, you can tell me if you have any dietary restrictions, and I'll bring it over next time. You can eat it.

After reading it, Secretary Li was completely stunned.

He had previously thought the CEO's wife was a vicious, selfish, and utterly despicable person...

Knowing that President Fu wouldn't eat, she wasn't angry at all. In fact, she was afraid that President Fu would be scolded, so she was willing to send it to herself to eat.

Secretary Li knew he shouldn't have asked, but he still blurted out, "Did you personally cook for President Fu?"

The wick nodded.

Li Mi's opinion of Nan Yu has changed somewhat, even to the point of disbelief.

Given the immense wealth of the Fu family, why would she need to cook for him personally? Mrs. Fu truly loves Mr. Fu. Putting aside the issue of the forced marriage, at least in these two aspects, Mrs. Fu has left a very good impression on him.

"You should probably stop cooking for yourself; it's too much work for you."

It's not a loss if the food ends up in President Fu's mouth; what's the point of feeding him? He'd feel embarrassed if he ate it for too long.

Nan Yu: It's okay, I have something to do so I'll be leaving now.

After finishing typing, Nan Yu handed the lunchbox to Secretary Li. Seeing that he had finished reading the text, Nan Yu left. She still had to deliver it to Song Chu and didn't want to waste her time here.

Secretary Li was carrying a lunchbox and his head was throbbing.

He bought a caramel macchiato, carried it upstairs, and had no choice but to put it at his workstation. The other secretaries exchanged glances with him, knowing what was going on. Secretary Li then handed the coffee to Bai Cheng.

Bai Cheng touched it; it was icy cold. Her expression instantly changed, and she questioned Li Mi with displeasure:

"I want a hot drink. What kind of weather is this, why are you buying a cold drink?"

Secretary Li: "..." Bai Cheng always wanted iced drinks, so he habitually bought iced drinks. However, this was indeed his oversight; he just followed his habit and didn't ask.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, it was my oversight that you were drinking cold drinks earlier."

Bai Cheng was annoyed: "You're being too subjective. Why didn't you ask? It's so cold today, how can I drink it cold? One serving takes half an hour, am I supposed to wait another half hour for you? Jin Chuan, look at him."

She pouted at the man, her voice tinged with grievance.

Fu Jinchuan wouldn't blame Bai Cheng. He glanced at Secretary Li and said, "Go buy another cup."

Secretary Li broke out in a cold sweat: "Yes, Mr. Fu."

"Why drink coffee when we're going to eat later? How annoying! Jinchuan, I want to eat Japanese food for lunch, will you come with me now?"

Secretary Li quickly said, "President Fu, there's something I need to tell you."

He glanced at Bai Cheng as he spoke, clearly indicating that he wanted him to leave.

But Bai Cheng disagreed, and even stated it explicitly:

"What can't you say to my face? You don't even hide company secrets from me."

Li Mi was in a dilemma.

Fu Jinchuan glanced at a fountain pen on the pen holder and said calmly, "Go ahead."

Li Mi could only bite the bullet and say, "Yes, madam, lunch has been delivered again."

Before Fu Jinchuan could speak, Bai Cheng exploded, "What do you mean 'again'? When did he ever come here?"

Realizing she had lost her composure, she squeezed out two tears and, right in front of the company secretary, hugged Fu Jinchuan, her voice soft and tearful as she said:

"I'm sorry, Jinchuan. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I'm scared. I'm so scared that your position as my wife has already been taken away. I don't want you to be taken away too, otherwise I'll really have nothing left."

It's unclear whether it was the phrase "having nothing" that resonated with Fu Jinchuan.

The man hugged the boy tightly, sighed softly, and explained, "I will divorce him. I didn't see him when he came."

"I don't believe it. Why is he here again today when I haven't seen him before?"

Li Mi initially had a fairly good impression of Bai Cheng.

I don't know what's wrong with him today.

The coffee was too cold, I wanted it hot. I was reporting to President Fu, and he even squeezed in the middle to listen. Now he's unhappy about it. I thought he was quite magnanimous before. Poor Bai Cheng.

He heard that the chairman disagreed with them. If this was his true nature, then he probably understood why the chairman chose his wife.

Previously, it was only every few days, but ever since President Fu got married, Mr. Bai has been staying at the company every day, sticking to President Fu. Sometimes when he goes in to report on work, the two are either kissing or hugging, which is an awkward situation.

Later, everyone knocked on the door and called out "Come in" before entering, instead of knocking and then pushing the door open.

"Mr. Bai, Madam said she was worried the chairman would blame President Fu, so it might take a while to deliver the items. Please leave them at the front desk and don't come up. Don't worry."

Bai Cheng was still unhappy, and Fu Jinchuan was also angry, his face darkening.

"I told you to throw it away yesterday, so even if I send it back today, you should know how to handle it. You don't need to report these kinds of trivial matters to me in the future!"

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

Don't forget it, don't let him eat it. It's such a waste to throw away such delicious food.

After Li Mi left, Fu Jinchuan postponed his afternoon work until tomorrow in order to coax Bai Cheng into going out to play. This finally made the boy happy, and he wanted to go shopping first, then to the amusement park, and then to watch the fireworks show in the evening.

Fu Jinchuan was driving, and the first thing he had to do was go to eat. The Japanese restaurant that Bai Cheng liked to eat at had to pass by Beijing Medical University.