Chapter 170 They actually know each other?
Jiang Shiyuan braved the cold wind to rush to the Fu family villa.
As soon as she entered the door, Fu Yansi threw himself into her arms, crying, his small body trembling.
"Your dad's phone might have run out of battery, or he might have missed your call. Don't be afraid, Banban. Aunt Jiang will stay with you tonight." Jiang Shiyuan hugged the child tightly, gently stroking his head. Her heart ached with tenderness and affection for him.
Actually, she really likes children and has always longed for a happy family of three.
The simple joy she couldn't find in her own son was gradually being found in Banban, slowly filling the void in her heart.
Fu Yansi buried his face in her waist, so full of affection, "Aunt Jiang... can't you... stay with me forever? Like a mother..."
Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but smile wryly, bent down, cupped the child's swollen face, and kissed his forehead:
"Although Aunt Jiang is not your mother, Aunt Jiang promises you that whenever you need me, I will come to your side as quickly as possible."
Just like your father did to me.
Fu Yansi didn't want to go back to his own room to sleep. He insisted on sleeping in Fu Chenzhou's room, where his father's scent was. He felt at ease sleeping in his father's bed.
Jiang Shiyuan had no choice but to accompany him to Fu Chenzhou's bedroom.
Having been a mother herself, she was adept at putting children to sleep, and soon the boy was fast asleep.
Jiang Shiyuan tucked Banban in and then quietly got out of bed.
Then she noticed that several pieces of clothing that the man hadn't had time to put away were piled messily on the sofa, and there was a mountain of documents on the coffee table.
Don't you have a nanny at home? How come it's such a mess?
Jiang Shiyuan stood there for a long time before her obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, and she started tidying up Fu Chenzhou's room.
As she opened the wardrobe door, preparing to put the folded clothes inside, her gaze suddenly froze.
The black trench coat that Fu Chenzhou wore when they first met, which had been soiled by Tongtong, was not thrown away by him. Instead, it was hung there neatly and even covered with a transparent cover.
Jiang Shiyuan picked it up with a look of surprise and examined it repeatedly.
It's definitely that one; the stains on the back haven't even been washed off yet.
She wondered to herself: Isn't it said that dirty clothes shouldn't be worn a second time? What's going on here?
Why would someone who is clearly frugal portray themselves as a spendthrift?
Sure enough, men are all obsessed with saving face.
Jiang Shiyuan tidied up the documents on the coffee table. To avoid suspicion, she kept a low profile and didn't dare to look closely at a single word on the documents.
Then, she went into the study.
The study is filled with the faint scent of ebony and sandalwood, exuding a calm, understated, and cool atmosphere.
It was Fu Chenzhou's aura.
Jiang Shiyuan placed the documents on the table and was about to leave when she noticed a wooden photo frame on the table containing a group photo—
It's a photo of two men.
One was undoubtedly Fu Chenzhou, and the other was surprisingly Xue Beiwang, Professor Xue!
Jiang Shiyuan quickly picked up the photo frame, blinked hard to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
The teacher has always been aloof and proud, and never easily takes photos with people from the political and business world. After all, if such photos of him interacting with tycoons and wealthy businessmen were leaked and used by people with ulterior motives, he would be in a situation where he could not explain himself no matter how hard he tried.
But why would he be with Fu Chenzhou...?
Moreover, the two people in the photo look so close, as if they've known each other for a long time.
Jiang Shiyuan frowned in thought, then suddenly remembered—
She first met Fu Chenzhou on the campus of Peking University.
When she met her teacher that day, he casually mentioned that one of his favorite students had visited him that day.
Could it be that the beloved student the teacher mentioned is Fu Chenzhou?!
...
Shen Min and Xing Zhen worked together to lift Fu Chenzhou, heavily hulled, into the car. The man was so weak that it seemed as if his soul was about to shatter.
On the way back to the Fu family villa, Xing Zhen drove while Shen Min sat in the back taking care of Fu Chenzhou, who was completely drunk and unconscious.
"Young Master Shen, haven't you known President Fu for many years? You're close friends with President Fu. As for President Fu and Miss Jiang's affair... do you really know nothing about it?" Xing Zhen glanced at Shen Min, who looked conflicted, in the rearview mirror and asked with concern.
"This kid has a secret crush on me, how would I know if I'm not a mind reader?"
Shen Min looked down at Fu Chenzhou's handsome face with its deep features and sighed softly, "Although I know nothing about what happened between him and Miss Jiang, I have seen one thing clearly."
Xing Zhen: "What?"
Shen Min chuckled helplessly and flicked Fu Chenzhou on the forehead, "He's the ultimate love-obsessed guy, he's doomed!"
"Hmph, I was right after all. You really do have your eye on that married woman with a child, and it's not like you've only been thinking about her for a day or two!"
Oh, sunken ship!
Just how much do you like Miss Jiang to be so disheveled and vulnerable as tonight?
After dropping the person off at their doorstep, Shen Min left first, not wanting to disturb the child.
Just as Xing Zhengang was helping the boss into the room, he happened to run into Jiang Shiyuan coming down the stairs.
“Miss Jiang?!” He was stunned.
Seeing this, Jiang Shiyuan hurried over to help him, and asked with concern, "Secretary Xing, what's wrong with Mr. Fu?"
As Xing Zhen heard his boss's drunken, heartfelt confession, he nervously swallowed and could only whisper:
"President Fu... he's not in a good mood today, he drank too much."
"What happened?"
"Miss Jiang, you and President Fu... are alright." Xing Zhen didn't dare to ask any more questions.
President Fu has kept this secret for half his life. If he were to finally reveal it, and President Fu woke up to find out, he would probably cut him into pieces and fry him in a pot!
Seeing that Xing Zhen seemed hesitant to speak, Jiang Shiyuan wisely refrained from pressing the matter further.
After all, she had neither the right nor the qualification to know too much about or interfere with Fu Chenzhou's private life.
After explaining their purpose, the two escorted Fu Chenzhou back to his room.
Banban was still asleep in the room, and they didn't dare to disturb the child's peaceful sleep, so they could only temporarily place Fu Chenzhou on the sofa.
"Miss Jiang, I'm going to carry the young master back to his room to rest. Could you please look after Mr. Fu for me? I'll be right back." Xing Zhen picked up Fu Yansi and quickly left the room.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, enough to make one feel intoxicated just by smelling it.
Just how much did they drink...?
Jiang Shiyuan looked at Fu Chenzhou, who was lying on the sofa with messy black hair and a flushed face. He looked somewhat dejected and unruly, but there was a kind of nonchalant and captivating desire about him.
Her eyelids twitched, and she felt that it wasn't good to keep watching like this, so she decided to go to the kitchen to make him some hangover soup.
Jiang Shiyuan walked to the door and just opened it a crack when a shadow suddenly passed over her head, followed by a man's heavy, hot breathing.
With a click, the door was pushed shut.
Her heart trembled violently. Just as she was about to turn around, her thin vest was pressed against a warm "wall," and the man's broad and strong body tightly enveloped her.
Jiang Shiyuan trembled slightly, her crimson lips parted slightly, and she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders.
Fu Chenzhou lowered his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered indistinctly beside her blushing ear:
"Don't go... Jiang Shiyuan, I won't let you go..."
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