Although Fu Jingchen had a series of questions, he didn't ask the landlord any questions. Instead, he said, "Okay, just give the rent refund to that lady. We don't need the deposit."
The landlord did some quick calculations. He had signed a three-year contract with annual rent payments. They had only stayed for a few months, so the deposit didn't need to be refunded. He figured he wouldn't lose out, so he readily agreed.
Rong Bing had forgotten that Fu Jingchen was the one who signed the contract, until the landlord called again to ask when the handover would take place. She said that her boyfriend wouldn't be coming, and that the landlord and Rong Bing just needed to hand over the property. The extra rent would be given to Rong Bing, and the landlord would keep the deposit.
Rong Bing said absentmindedly that night.
She had already booked a hotel. Apart from her own change of clothes, she didn't want any other things. After moving out, she would stay in the hotel first and wait for Rong Yan to return to see if the job Rong Yan had introduced to her included room and board.
Rong Bing wants to change her living environment.
After hanging up the landlord's call, Fu Jingchen kept thinking about Rong Bing's decision to terminate the lease. Judging from the landlord's tone, Rong Bing was still alive. Fortunately, she terminated the lease. If she were to die in the house she was renting, he would never be able to get rid of the responsibility.
Zhou Luo got the gist of it. She knew that Fu Jingchen paid the rent for Rong Bing's place, but she didn't expect that Fu Jingchen was still paying after the two broke up, and that he would give all the money back to Rong Bing.
The woman said sarcastically, "Are you this generous to everyone? The rent for this mansion must be expensive, and I'm so reluctant to let you buy me clothes."
Zhou Luo is used to renting apartments; even her one-bedroom apartment costs more than two thousand yuan a month, while Rong Bing's place costs at least three or four thousand.
Fu Jingchen could tell the woman was jealous, so he teased Zhou Luo on purpose: "Well, it's not a big deal."
Zhou Luo puffed out his cheeks, turned his head away, and said sarcastically, "Yes, you're the boss, why would you care about ten thousand or eight thousand? Why not sponsor a few children instead?"
Fu Jingchen scratched the woman's wallpaper: "Jealous?"
"Yes, I'm jealous. I hate people with an overly compassionate heart. She's already gone through all that, why should she give her money?" Although Zhou Luo knew that Fu Jingchen had the freedom to spend his money, she just couldn't stand it.
Fu Jingchen put his arm around the woman's shoulder and said, "Alright, I've paid the rent for a year, and I probably haven't lived here for a few more months. Asking for this little bit of money back would make me seem stingy. Just consider it giving money to a beggar. I can earn ten times, no, a hundred times the amount of money for you to spend. I guarantee that no other woman will ever be able to spend my money again except for you."
Hearing Fu Jingchen say that, Zhou Luo finally smiled, and she poked the man in the heart: "Okay, I'll trust you this once."
"Luo Luo, does your back still hurt?" Fu Jingchen wanted to put his arm around the woman's waist, but although the doctor said there was nothing seriously wrong and that she just needed to rest more, he still didn't dare to touch her. Zhou Luo's waist was only the size of a palm, and he always felt like he might accidentally break it.
Zhou Luo suddenly grinned: "Now that you mention it, my attention is back to my back. It hurts."
Fu Jingchen didn't know whether to help Zhou Luo sit up or help her lie down. He tenderly touched the woman's cheek and said, "From now on, use the regular position."
Zhou Luo patted Fu Jingchen: "Just kidding, it doesn't hurt anymore, but don't hit me too hard. I might not be able to go to work. Help me ask for a few days off."
“Reason…reason…” Zhou Luo thought for a moment, “I’ll just say I’ve been feeling a bit depressed lately and need to adjust.”
Fu Jingchen went back to the company in the afternoon and asked Zhou Luo for leave.
Upon hearing that Zhou Luo was ill for a week, Liu Yi guessed that she must be quite sick, so she sent a message in the group asking if anyone wanted to go and visit her.
"It wouldn't be appropriate for us to go. Assistant Zhou is one of President Fu's people; if we go to visit him, it'll feel like we're sucking up to him."
Is this considered flattery? I don't think so. We visited Meimei when she was hospitalized before, and we went to Lao Wang's house when he fell. Don't overthink it.
I don't think it would be good not to go. Going would show that we have no opinion on President Fu's relationship, while not going would seem deliberate.
Go ahead and talk to President Fu first. If he finds it inconvenient, we'll send him a message to let him know.
[Sister Liu, why don't you make a trip there? You have the best relationship with President Fu, so get his opinion first and then tell us.]
Okay, I'll go find President Fu.
Liu Yi went to Fu Jingchen's office on behalf of everyone.
Upon hearing the knock, Fu Jingchen said, "Come in."
"President Fu." Liu Yi came in empty-handed, clearly not to talk about work.
"Sister Liu, what's wrong?" Fu Jingchen thought Liu Yi was going to ask him how Zhou Luo's salary would be deducted.
Liu Yi straightened up and looked at Fu Jingchen: "My colleagues and I have discussed it. When would be a convenient time for you to go see Assistant Zhou?"
Fu Jingchen smiled wryly: "I appreciate everyone's kind intentions, I will pass them on to Zhou Luo. There's no need for her to visit. She needs to rest quietly. Too many things have happened recently, so let's give each other some time to process them. It would be better if too many people came to visit."
"I understand." Liu Yi nodded. "There's nothing else. I'm going out now. Please give our greetings to Assistant Zhou. We'll wait for her to come back."
"Thank you everyone." Fu Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief.
When Liu Yi returned to his office, several people nearby immediately gathered around and asked, "How did it go?"
"Don't go. Assistant Zhou needs a quiet environment. Come to think of it, she has psychological issues and is most afraid of being surrounded by gossip. Let's wait for her to return to the company." Liu Yi sat down.
"It's lonely at the top, you know. How could someone as lively and cheerful as her suddenly become depressed after her relationship with President Fu was exposed? And so quickly?"
"Have you heard of smiling depression? If not, ask Baidu. Zhou Luo was cyberbullied before. After she came to the company, I always saw her smiling, so I thought she had a good mentality. I admired her. It turns out she was just pretending to be strong."
...
After some discussion, the group concluded that they should not try to climb the social ladder.
Fu Jingchen vaguely heard the discussion, walked out of the office, and saw several people huddled together. He knocked on the glass: "Aren't you working?"
Everyone immediately dispersed.
When word of Zhou Luo's illness reached the gatekeeper, it was reported that he needed to take a week's leave, but it was now reported that he needed to take a month's leave, and his depression was now reported as having a heart problem that was incurable.
The gatekeeper shook his head and muttered to himself, "What a pity."
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Lanshan Garden.
After Rong Yan and the others returned home, they put down their luggage and rested for a while. Rong Yan couldn't wait to go to the coffee shop, wanting to see what the renovated classroom looked like.
Fu Jingsheng went along.
Fu Yunlei and his family also wanted to meet Uncle Jian Ming, so they went together as a large group.
Shen Xingzhi received news that Rong Yan had returned, and the two agreed to meet at a coffee shop for dinner.
As soon as Shen Xingzhi got off work, she rushed over and bought the old-fashioned mung bean soup that Rong Yan had mentioned on the phone the day before.
As they drew nearer to their destination, Shen Xingzhi hummed a little tune, imagining how Rong Yan would smile when she saw the charity lecture hall that everyone had set up.
Yu Wenhao helped out at the coffee shop in the afternoon.
Ye Jianming stood in front of the shop, looking at another signboard with satisfaction; their new business was about to begin.
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