Rong Yan took a cushion, placed it on the ground, and plopped down on it. She pulled on Fu Jingsheng's belt, and the zipper of his jacket slid down.
Fu Jingsheng brought his knees together, picked up the woman and sat her on top of him: "Just kidding, talk to me for a bit."
"Huh?" Rong Yan was surprised.
"What? Don't you believe me? You should rest properly during your period and conserve your energy. If you can't even endure a few days, are you even human?" Fu Jingsheng rubbed Rong Yan's cheek with his fingertips. "Wife, do you want some sweet rice porridge? I know a place where the sweet rice porridge is really good. We can have some before we go shopping."
“Okay.” Rong Yan got off the sofa.
After the woman went downstairs, she went to the old lady's room. She knocked on the door a few times, and the old lady thought it was a maid bringing fruit. She said, "Come in," but when she turned around, she found it was Rong Yan.
The old lady rubbed her legs, caught in a dilemma, wondering how she managed to let Rong Yan in.
Rong Yan came over with a smile: "Grandma, don't you love sweets? I'll go get some sweet porridge later and pack it for you. Don't eat too much for dinner." As she spoke, the woman raised her eyebrows, making the old lady feel uneasy.
"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou..." the old lady called out, afraid that it might be dangerous for her to be alone with Rong Yan.
Xiao Zhou was washing clothes for the old lady in the yard and didn't hear the shout.
The old lady continued calling out, "Xiao Wang, Xiao Song..."
The maid in the living room heard the noise and was about to go over when Fu Jingsheng stopped her.
The old lady was puzzled; had Rong Yan managed to send them all away?
Oh no, what is she planning to do after sending everyone away? The old lady turned her wheelchair herself: "Rongyan, I'll go get the silk scarf from the yard; my neck is a little cold."
"Grandma, I'll go get it for you, you wait here." Rong Yan wouldn't let the old lady go out.
The old man said in a panic, "The room is too stuffy. You can push me out to get some fresh air."
“Okay.” Rong Yan smiled.
After coming out of the room, the old lady finally saw her grandson in the living room. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but Fu Jingsheng pretended not to see him.
"Jingsheng, aren't you going to have sweet porridge? Hurry up and go." The old lady had no choice but to urge them.
"Grandma, you haven't said what kind you want to drink yet? Osmanthus flavor? Jujube flavor?" Rong Yan asked, leaning down.
"I'm fine with anything, you two go quickly." The old lady only regretted that her legs couldn't walk, otherwise she would have run out long ago when she saw Rong Yan.
"Xiao Zhou." Rong Yan handed the old lady over to the maid.
The old lady only felt relieved after confirming that her grandson's car had left the villa.
Unlike her timid demeanor in front of Rong Yan a few minutes earlier, the old lady was now full of energy, ordering the servants around and making her presence felt.
On Xingming Street in Tiancheng, Fu Jingsheng found the sweet rice porridge shop on the navigation.
The shop is located in an alley and is easy to miss if you don't look carefully. The storefront is small, with a small sign on the side of the door that reads "Xingming Sweet Congee Shop".
The sign was decorated with colorful lights, which emitted a faint glow even before nightfall.
Rong Yan was surprised that Fu Jingsheng would find a sweet rice porridge shop in such a remote place. The woman checked the ratings and found they were quite high.
"Our CEO Fu is getting better and better at enjoying life," Rong Yan praised.
Fu Jingsheng put his arm around his wife's shoulder and said, "Well, believe it or not, I've made a list of all your wishes and put it in my memo. You won't believe how many pages it is until you put it all together."
Rong Yan nudged the man with her elbow: "What? You think it's too much?"
“Not many, we’ll accomplish them one by one. Let’s go, let’s go inside first.” Fu Jingsheng smiled.
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Lu Mansion.
Lu Kai waited until evening but still didn't hear any negative news about the Fu family. In the afternoon, he arranged for a few people to cause trouble, deliberately blending into the crowd and giving Fu family's clothes bad reviews. However, according to their feedback, as soon as they said anything bad about Fu family, the people around them would attack them. How could a few people fight against so many people? Lu Kai had no choice but to have them leave.
Later, he hired another hundred people to queue up, hoping to create the illusion of chaos. Unexpectedly, those hundred people who complained about the slow queue were appeased by He Wei himself.
It seems that Mr. Fu anticipated that today's foot traffic would be higher than expected, and had already prepared a second plan. He was busy but not chaotic, and tried his best to take care of everyone's feelings.
In the evening, they even prepared fruit tea, one cup for each person.
Lu Kai had no chance at all; it was impossible for him to smear the Fu family through public opinion.
"What other options are there?" Lu Kai asked, pressing his temples.
Liang Jia came over to comfort him: "Sir, we still have leverage."
Unable to contain his anger, Lu Kai put his arm around Liang Jia's waist and placed the woman on the windowsill.
He lowered his head and bit the woman's neck, realizing he was about to lose control again. He held his own hand and said, "You need to leave quickly. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. Jiajia, I'm so sad."
Tears welled up in the man's eyes.
Fearing that Lu Kai would hurt himself, Liang Jia risked staying behind, calling out repeatedly, "Sir," trying to calm him down.
The man clenched his fist and pounded on the wall: "I'm so useless. Ten years have passed, and I still can't even budge a hair on Fu Jingsheng's head."
Blood seeped from the fist, and although it wasn't the first time Liang Jia had seen it, she was still very scared.
"Sir, please don't do this." She reached out and took Lu Kai's hand.
The man pushed Liang Jia out, then drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and hid in a corner.
Liang Jia dared not go in again and could only wait outside the door.
An hour later, the man still hadn't come out. Liang Jia was worried that he might be doing something rash, so she tried knocking on the door.
Lu Kai opened the door, looking disheveled.
“Sir,” Liang Jia said with heartache.
Lu Kai pulled her inside.
"Jiajia, I'm fine now. Fu Yunlei and the others are going to the clinic the day after tomorrow, right? I need to pull myself together. I still have a chance." Lu Kaiqiang rallied his spirits.
At Songshan Clinic, Shen Xingzhi worked two hours. When she finished get off work, she overheard her colleagues discussing the Fu Group warehouse open day. She specially recorded it and sent it to Rong Yan, adding the comment, "Did you hear that? Everyone's praising it."
Rongyan took a picture of herself drinking sweet rice porridge and sent it to her best friend: "Well deserved, I'm drinking sweet rice porridge. Here's my location, this place is really good."
Shen Xingzhi hadn't eaten lunch. When she saw Rong Yan's photo of eating porridge, her mouth watered. She forwarded it to Yu Wenhao, but then remembered that he had to work overtime that night, so she deleted it.
She muttered to herself: Next time.
Shen Xingzhi drove home, picking up a serving of fried rice along the way.
She opened the door and heard a jingling sound. The woman picked up her bag. Had a thief broken in?
She tiptoed into the kitchen and was surprised to see Yu Wenhao there.
"Yu Wenhao, aren't you working overtime?" Shen Xingzhi asked, putting down her bag.
Yu Wenhao turned around: "After seeing the news about the Fu's warehouse open day, you guys must have been queuing for a long time. You must be hungry and tired. I told my boss I have something to do tonight and won't be working overtime."
Shen Xingzhi hugged Yu Wenhao from behind: "I packed some fried rice on the way. I thought I wouldn't be able to eat it tonight. Waaah... I'm so touched."
Yu Wenhao, arms outstretched, said, "Your apron is dirty. Go wait for me on the sofa."
Shen Xingzhi showed no intention of letting go. She turned around and walked to the man, then hugged him tightly: "It's not dirty, it smells nice, Wenhao, I feel so happy."
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