Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The Hateful Rainy Day Is No Longer Hateful
After changing cars, the return journey was very smooth.
After arriving at the hotel, Manager Huang brought two bowls of brown sugar ginger soup at the right time.
Yu Wan touched the wall of the bowl and took a sip carefully. It was slightly hot and tasted spicy and pungent, but in order to avoid getting sick after being caught in the rain, he had to drink it.
While the bathtub was running, Yu Wan picked up another bowl and handed it to Fu Zhiyao.
"Boss, it's a little hot, drink it slowly."
Fu Zhiyao's face was a little pale and he showed no emotion. He picked up the ginger soup and drank it slowly without protesting the taste of the soup at all.
After drinking, he seemed to feel uncomfortable with the damp clothes on his body. He stood up slowly and glanced in Yu Wan's direction before entering the bathroom. He hesitated for half a second and closed the bathroom door, as if he didn't mind Yu Wan staying in his room at all.
Something was too obviously wrong for Yu Wan to ignore.
She sighed softly, took the two empty bowls away, closed the boss's door, returned to her room, and quickly took a shower and washed her hair.
The skin was especially cold after being caught in the rain, but after drinking the ginger soup, the sweat in the pores was forced out, making the body sticky and very uncomfortable.
After washing up and drying her hair, Yu Wan came back feeling refreshed.
She tied up her long hair, sat on the edge of the bed, thought for a while, and sent a message to Secretary Cai, asking if he had time to answer the call.
Secretary Cai was a little confused when he saw Yu Wan's message. After the call came and he heard what Yu Wan said, he was silent for several seconds.
Cai Yang said, "Yu Wan, although you joined the company late, you should have heard about the news that the boss's parents died in a car accident. However, you probably didn't know that the accident wasn't an accident. It was a man-made, deliberate accident."
"The driver had cancer and his family had no money for treatment. He didn't have much time left, but after the accident, his wife and children moved to another city and bought a small apartment to live in."
Yu Wan was speechless for a moment.
She understood that this was a murder for hire.
She anxiously asked Secretary Cai, "Hasn't there been any evidence? Is there no way to trace the account that sent the money to the truck driver?"
Secretary Cai: "It was given in cash, and the truck driver had not told his wife anything before. His wife and children were completely unaware of it."
In other words, the person who planned to kill Fu Zhiyao's parents is still alive in this world, but Fu Zhiyao is unable to find out who the real murderer is from the mouths of two uninformed people.
When Yu Wan read the synopsis of the novel, she didn't understand why Fu Zhiyao was so obsessed with revenge, but if it was about the death of a loved one, she seemed to understand.
The happy family was shattered in an instant, and the murderer has not been caught yet.
Secretary Cai's voice rang out in her ears: "But this is the first time I've heard of the boss's situation. Yu Wan, the boss's only relatives now are his grandmother, Director Ma, and his sister, Fu Xu'an. I'll send you Director Ma's contact information later. Please call and ask Director Ma. Don't worry, I'll tell her in advance."
Before Yu Wan could refuse, Secretary Cai continued, "Yu Wan, are you confused about how you got into Fu's with your education? Actually, Xin'ai Orphanage was funded by Director Ma's charitable foundation fifteen years ago. You got into Fu's through a backdoor that Director Ma opened. But don't underestimate yourself. Director Ma's standards for backdoor applicants are just as high as those for top students from prestigious universities."
It turns out that she was extremely cautious at the time, fearing that the offer might contain hidden dangers. Could it be that it was Director Ma's kindness?
After hanging up the phone, Yu Wan looked at the phone number sent by Cai Yang, hesitated for a moment, and made the call after preparing herself mentally.
The call was connected quickly.
"Hello?"
"It's Yu Wan, right? Cai Yang has already told me. Hello, I'm Fu Zhiyao's grandmother, Ma Yinfang."
The old woman's voice on the other end of the phone was kind and gentle, like a blanket covering her body in the afternoon, and Yu Wan's nervous heart relaxed a little.
After introducing herself, Yu Wan described Fu Zhiyao's situation today in detail.
Ma Yinfang on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and then spoke, "Yu Wan, as far as I can remember, this has only happened twice with Zhiyao. The first time was on the day his parents died. He didn't speak a word the entire day. The second time was six months after his parents died. He witnessed another car accident in the rain."
"I'm very grateful that you called to inquire after you knew Zhiyao wasn't feeling well. You should know your boss well. Zhiyao isn't one to complain. If you hadn't told me, I might never have known he was still stressed out by the rain and the car accident, because he acted so resilient."
"Yu Wan, if it's convenient, could you please pay more attention to Zhiyao tonight, or make his space a little more lively? Zhiyao has always loved being in a lively environment. It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient. This is not part of your job scope. Today's matter has already troubled you a lot. I thank you on Zhiyao's behalf."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Wan looked at the heavy rain outside the window for a long time without moving.
By the time Yu Wan knocked on Fu Zhiyao's door with something in her arms, an hour and a half had passed since Fu Zhiyao went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Yu Wan knocked on the door, and waited several minutes before it was opened. She almost thought Fu Zhiyao had fainted in the shower room.
The door opens.
Yu Wan's word "boss" got stuck in his throat.
Standing in front of her was Fu Zhiyao in a white bathrobe. The bathroom door behind the man was open, and hot mist poured out, as if she had accidentally entered some kind of fairyland.
Fu Zhiyao's hair was roughly wiped with a towel, and his short black hair was lifted up and placed on the top of his head, revealing his sharp and beautiful brow bones. With his dark brown eyes, he looked very mixed-race. The ends of his hair were dripping with water, and in an instant they disappeared into his bathrobe. The white bathrobe belt at his waist was tied loosely, and the overlapping part formed a long V-neck gap, through which one could vaguely see his muscular chest and undulating abdominal muscles under the bathrobe, which appeared and disappeared as Fu Zhiyao walked.
After the door opened, Fu Zhiyao just glanced at her lightly, said nothing, turned around and went to the bedroom.
Yu Wan moved her gaze downwards and saw Fu Zhiyao's ankles still covered in water, which proved that the boss got up from the bathtub after hearing her knock on the door.
Yu Wan frowned. She seriously suspected that if she didn't come today, the boss would probably stay in the bathtub until the next day.
Fortunately she came.
Yu Wan walked in with the things in her hands and closed the door with her back.
Fu Zhiyao was changing clothes in the bedroom, while Yu Wan was busy in the living room. When she heard her boss changing clothes and about to come out of the bedroom, Yu Wan reminded him loudly, "Boss, remember to blow dry your hair!"
After a while, the sound of a hair dryer whirring was heard in the bathroom.
Yu Wan paused. She hadn't expected her boss to be so 'well-behaved' when he was ill, so 'well-behaved' that it was unlike him.
After drying his hair, Fu Zhiyao looked at himself in the mirror. His short hair was messy, there was a dense green stubble on his chin, his eyelids were slightly drooping, and he looked particularly haggard. Thinking that Yu Wan was still outside, Fu Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, picked up the razor, and carefully shaved in front of the mirror.
Ten minutes later, Fu Zhiyao came out in soft slippers and caught a glimpse of his secretary busy in the living room.
He approached, his brow furrowed. "What are you doing?"
Yu Wan was startled. Seeing that it was Fu Zhiyao, she patted the blanket she had laid out, like an enthusiastic salesman: "Boss, you can sit here. This is a new blanket I just asked Manager Huang to get. It's so soft and comfortable, brand new, and very clean."
The off-white blanket is very large, stretching from the space in front of the coffee table to the sofa. Sitting in the furry blanket, you are wrapped in front and back by the coffee table and sofa, giving you a sense of security.
Yu Wan patted the blanket and motioned for him to sit down again, "Boss?"
childish.
Fu Zhiyao complained in his heart, but he did not hesitate at all. He took off his slippers and stepped on it barefoot. The blanket was soft, like stepping on clouds.
He sat down cross-legged, his handsome and cold face expressionless.
"Then what?"
"Hold on."
Yu Wan stood up and ran to turn off the lights in the room.
Fu Zhiyao's vision suddenly fell into darkness, with only the light from the TV screen remaining. The blue light was slightly dazzling. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Yu Wan had returned and was half-kneeling on the blanket.
In the blue and white light of the TV, Yu Wan looked at him seriously.
"Boss, I know my behavior might be a bit boring and nosy, but I'm glad you don't mind. Just consider it a thank you for the pearl glutinous rice balls you ordered for me yesterday. I forgot to tell you, they were even more delicious than I thought. I loved them. On rainy days, I love to sit alone in my room and watch documentaries. If you don't work tonight, could you spare some time for this documentary?"
Fu Zhiyao moved his lips but couldn't utter a word.
"But before watching the documentary, there's this."
Yu Wan rustled something out of the bag beside her, and Fu Zhiyao could see clearly in the light of the TV screen that it was something that looked like a disc.
Yu Wan lowered his head and fiddled with the disc-like object, muttering, "Boss, you don't need to close your eyes. You can watch carefully to see what will appear later."
"Three, two, one."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click.
Spots of light of all sizes jumped out from the gaps in the disc, swimming and spinning on the ceiling and the surrounding walls, instantly transforming the blank and boring room into a radiant Milky Way. The starlight flowed, and the vastness was endless. The two sat at the two ends of the clean and soft blanket, letting the stars wrap and melt them, as if they had also wandered into the Milky Way and become two tiny stars.
Fu Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, and the spot of light took the opportunity to fall into his eyes. He slowly raised his head and stared blankly at the starry sky spinning around him.
Yu Wan seemed very satisfied with the effect of the star disk lamp. She took out the remote control and pointed it at the TV screen to change the channel.
Fu Zhiyao lowered his eyes, and in his sight, Yu Wan's left hand was just resting on the blanket. Her slender white fingers were not painted with any nail polish, and her nails were trimmed neatly and roundly.
The two of them were quite far apart, so Fu Zhiyao slowly moved his hand over until it was one centimeter away and stopped. As long as he took the last step, he could easily touch it.
How could his palm be so big? One palm is equivalent to her two hands. How could her wrist be so thin? Thinner than a bamboo just emerging from the top, as if it would break with a slight bend. His body is also much wider than hers, and he can completely wrap her up from behind.
But why, tonight in the rain, when Yu Wan held an umbrella for him and helped him walk to the roadside, he felt that Yu Wan's body was so broad and warm?
It seemed as if he was the one who should be cared for and looked after.
Did Yu Wan mistake him for Fu Xu'an? Or was it just an illusion caused by illness?
While he was thinking, Yu Wan had already switched the TV channel, bringing him back to his senses: "Boss, I've chosen a documentary for you. It's also my favorite. If you don't like it, you can change it."
"Um."
Fu Zhiyao's voice was hoarse.
He should have taken his hand back, but he didn't. The room was dim enough and Yu Wan wouldn't know.
Yu Wan continued, "Boss, please watch the documentary first. I've already arranged with the front desk to send some cold medicine over later. If you still feel uncomfortable before bed, take it. I'll go back to my room and write a report."
As she spoke, Yu Wan was about to stand up, but the next second, her wrist was grasped by a scorching palm, pausing her movement.
Yu Wan turned to look at Fu Zhiyao, confusion in her dark eyes.
Fu Zhiyao's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and his voice was a little soft, almost drowned out by the documentary's narration: "Secretary Yu, there's no rush to deal with the work, let's watch it together."
Yu Wan blinked, and suddenly remembered Director Ma saying that Fu Zhiyao liked to be lively.
Without much hesitation, she sat down and said, "Okay."
Fu Zhiyao let go of his hand, and the distance between them returned to its previous state, which was nearly fifty centimeters, enough space for another person to sit in between.
On the TV screen, the blue planet rotates slowly, a flock of birds flies high over the land, a baby penguin pokes its head out of the snow, and a male narrator tells the story of the planet they live on in English.
Yu Wan watched with great interest.
Yu Wan hasn't watched hundreds of documentaries of this type, but she has at least watched at least ten. Even if she has, she still watches them very seriously. Everything in nature attracts her. Every time she watches a documentary, Yu Wan feels how lucky it is to live on this planet.
Fu Zhiyao's attention was initially focused on the TV screen, but later, it involuntarily fell on Yu Wan.
The surrounding galaxy was still rotating, and the spots of light were changing, but they were not as vivid and bright as Yu Wan's.
This was the most relaxing rainy day Fu Zhiyao had ever had.
What surrounded him was no longer the wet rain and the sound of the rain. No longer did he kneel in front of his parents who died in a car accident in his dreams at midnight, hugging their bodies and crying helplessly. The blood mixed with the rain seemed to become a sea of blood, swallowing him up.
It is the vast and boundless Milky Way, the leisurely history of planetary changes, a soft blanket, and shampoo with the scent of magnolia.
The rainy days that he hated suddenly became less annoying today.
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