Chen Fu sat in the back seat of the car, closing his eyes and pretending to doze off.
However, the knuckles of the clasped hands were visibly white due to excessive force.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his breathing became rapid.
The excessively quiet carriage made Shen Fu begin to doubt whether his actions were truly correct.
Worried about Ning Wan, Yi Yue instructed the driver to go faster, even faster.
When the car arrived near the boxed lunch restaurant, it saw that the streets were completely blocked, and the car couldn't even squeeze into the intersection.
Shen Fu admitted that he was extremely panicked.
He ordered the driver to stop the car, and then hurriedly opened the door and got out.
Shen Fu strode quickly toward the shop.
He pushed through the crowd and ran wildly, disregarding his image.
As the running speed increased, the beating of the heart became particularly clear.
It looked like it was about to jump out uncontrollably at any moment.
As they got closer and closer to the boxed rice shop, and until they heard Ning Wan's clear and melodious voice...
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Whose meal is number 38?
"Mine! Mine!" He held his hands high: "Boss lady, it's mine."
"Here you are~" Ning Wan walked over with a tray: "Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's continue registering information after we finish what we're doing."
"No rush, no rush. Eating is the most important thing, after all!"
The diners at the other table, smelling the delicious aroma from the food at the next table, couldn't help but drool: "Boss lady, when is mine ready?"
Ning Wan glanced at the number plate in the other person's hand: "If it's number 49, you'll have to wait a little longer..."
She glanced at the time: "But it's already very late. Shouldn't we continue registering information and then hold a press conference?"
Because there were too many people in line, and only Ning Wan and Xu Xiufeng were in charge of registration at the store.
The team's progress was very slow.
Time flew by and it was already 2 p.m.
The reporters hadn't eaten anything in their rush to grab the headlines. They were exhausted and starving after a long morning of running around.
I'm not willing to leave.
I'd rather stay; my body can't handle it.
Just when everyone was feeling dejected, a weak voice rang out from the crowd: "Isn't this a boxed lunch shop? Doesn't the owner sell boxed lunches anymore?"
Ning Wan looked up from the registration roster, her eyes sparkling: "Sell!"...
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And then, it just spiraled out of control...
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One of the reporters replied, "I eat for myself, and I work for my boss. I can't even take care of my own life right now, so who cares about work?"
The people around him nodded in agreement.
Ning Wan was naturally happy to see this scene: "Okay, then I'll go cook a few more dishes."
"For those who couldn't get a boxed meal, you can also try the plum juice, which is our store's signature dish."
Hearing Ning Wan say that, everyone immediately became interested: "Boss lady, I want one!"
"I want one too! I want one too!"
"And me..."
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When Shen Fu arrived at the store, he saw Ning Wan moving among the crowd, constantly busy.
She was wearing an apron and holding a menu.
Her long, unruly hair was secured behind her head with clips, and a few strands occasionally fell out, which Ning Wan simply brushed aside.
Her face was without makeup, yet she was more beautiful than any celestial being.
She simply stood in the crowd, smiling casually, yet Shen Fu was willingly captivated by that smile...
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The man sitting at the shop entrance was enjoying his boxed lunch when someone suddenly bumped into him.
The man was heartbroken when the egg fell to the ground.
He looked up, about to explode in anger, but upon glancing at the person standing beside him, he immediately abandoned his tantrum: "Mr. Chen..."
The once bustling boxed rice restaurant suddenly fell silent after that address: "President Shen."
Everyone held their breath, afraid to utter a sound, lest they provoke this despicable scoundrel...
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Ning Wan also saw Shen Fu.
She lifted her foot and walked closer to him, only then realizing how disheveled Shen Fu was.
His suit jacket was wide open, and the folds on his coat were messy.
The tie was twisted to one side at an angle. The shirt hem, which should have been tucked into the trousers, was also pulled out as he ran.
Shen Fu was still panting.
His chest heaved, and his hair was disheveled.
Where is the maturity and composure he had before leaving home this morning?
"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Ning Wan asked, straightening his tie as she did so. "Look at you, how did you get yourself into such a mess..."
Under Shen Fu's patient guidance these past few days, Ning Wan has learned how to quickly and perfectly tie a beautiful bow tie.
Shen Fu placed his hand on Ning Wan's hand and said softly, "I came here after receiving the news, fearing that someone might bully you."
Even before Shen Fu appeared, the reporters in the shop were already straining their ears.
Upon hearing those words, everyone froze, too afraid to move.
They wanted to escape.
"Business is really good at the store today." Shen Fu looked around: "Wanwan, let me help you."
He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and then folded them up section by section.
Before going to the kitchen, Shen Fu picked up the eggs from the floor and apologized to the man at the door: "I'm sorry, sir, I'll make you two eggs later."
His tone was flat.
There was no sense of superiority or aloofness associated with being the CEO of a large corporation. It felt as if, at that moment, he was merely a waiter at a small boxed lunch restaurant.
The two went to the kitchen together, leaving the reporters in the store looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Did I hear that right? Is President Shen going to cook for us?"
Will I die?
In the crowd, someone began to sob: "Everyone in the industry says that Shen Fu is very vengeful... I don't want to die, I'm just an intern... I don't want to die. Waaah..."
Outside the kitchen, everyone was filled with sorrow.
Inside the kitchen, Shen Fu held Ning Wan tightly in his arms.
It was as if she would disappear in the next second.
He had been worried before he came.
He was worried that Ning Wan didn't like him, worried that Ning Wan wouldn't want him.
Although he didn't spend much time with her, it was enough for Shen Fu to understand what kind of person Ning Wan was.
She was clear-headed and rational enough.
She knows how to weigh the pros and cons and makes decisive choices.
He deeply loved Ning Wan, who was so independent and self-reliant.
At the same time, he was also afraid that Ning Wan, after weighing all the pros and cons and realizing how much trouble he was to her, would choose to give up on him.
Ning Wan was willing to develop feelings for Aman in the past because Aman had no background.
He is simple and innocent.
They know nothing and can't do anything.
But precisely because of this, he, an ordinary person, can avoid a lot of trouble.
However, it is not true that Chen Fu is the same.
His existence is a huge trouble and burden to anyone.
Shen Fu never imagined that one day the one who would pose such a great threat to him would be his former self.
Lacking a sense of security, he had countless urges to blurt things out.
He wanted to ask Ning Wan.
Ask her whether she likes Aman or Shenfu.
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