Chapter 226 Jealous to the Extreme
Wen Liang walked towards the clothes rack.
Fu Zheng took off the down jacket first and wrapped it around her.
As soon as I left the studio, a biting cold hit me.
"Get in the car."
Fu Zheng wanted to hold Wen Liang's hand, but she dodged him.
He froze for a moment, then quickly walked to the car and helped her open the back door.
Wen Liang lifted her skirt and sat in.
Fu Zheng immediately closed the door and got into the car from the other side.
The car had ample heating on.
When they got outside the venue, Wen Liang took off his down jacket and followed Fu Zheng.
When he reached the door, Fu Zheng suddenly stopped, bent his arms, and glanced at Wen Liang.
Wen Liang raised her eyebrows, raised her arm through the gap, and took him into the hall.
"Mr. Fu," the host of the cocktail party immediately responded with an apologetic smile, "It is truly an honor for me to have you here!"
Fu Zheng has a lot of assets under his control, such as Yusheng, a new technology company in recent years, the real estate company that contracted the landmark building in the High-tech Zone, and the tallest office building in the city center, the Jinding Building, which has the highest annual transaction volume in the entire Jiangnan region.
Therefore, even though he is not the president of Fu Group, people still flock to him.
"You're welcome, Mr. Li."
"Is this Miss Wen?" Mr. Li was afraid to recognize her.
After all, they just divorced not long ago, and now they appear at a cocktail party together.
That should be an amicable divorce, right?
"Hello." Wen Liang nodded and smiled.
"Mr. Fu, please come in."
"good."
Fu Zheng and Wen Liang walked inside slowly.
"Mr. Fu, long time no see..."
"Hey, Mr. Fu is here with his sister-in-law..."
“…”
Many men in suits and ties came up to greet Fu Zheng with wine glasses.
In the past, the female companion who attended business cocktail parties with Fu Zheng was his secretary. The secretary had learned about the attendees in advance, which often made communication more efficient.
Wen Liang didn't know most of the people present. When Fu Zheng was communicating with them, Wen Liang could only keep smiling, acting like a vase, and her face was a little stiff from smiling.
Perhaps because he didn't want her to be bored, Fu Zheng would introduce each person to her every time they came.
Wen Liang was quite confused - what was the point of introducing her to them? She didn't do business with these people.
The others were also confused.
It was learned not long ago that Fu Zheng and Wen Liang had divorced, and some people were ready to make a move. Today, they specially brought their daughter here. Seeing Fu Zheng whispering intimately with Wen Liang, they didn't know whether they should introduce their daughter to him.
At a moment's notice, Wen Liang poked Fu Zheng's arm.
Fu Zheng turned his head, leaned forward slightly, and put his ear close.
Wen Liang whispered, "Can I sit over there?"
Cocktail parties are really not the place to be.
I don’t know why Fu Zheng insisted on dragging her to chat with others.
"Tired?"
"boring."
“…Hold on a little longer.”
"I can't hold on."
Fu Zheng: "...I'll take you there."
"No need." Wen Liang wanted to pull her hand away from his arm, but he forced it down.
Fu Zheng insisted and said to the people around him, "Excuse me."
Wen Liang sat down at the sofa and waved to Fu Zheng, "Okay, I'm here, you can go now."
Fu Zheng looked at her eagerness to chase him away and smiled helplessly, "There's dessert over there. Go eat if you're hungry. I'll take you to dinner after this."
"Oh, go away."
"Then I'm leaving."
Fu Zheng turned and left.
"etc."
Fu Zheng stopped and looked at her in surprise, "What?"
Wen Liang walked over, reached into his pocket and took out his phone, "Okay, you can go."
Fu Zheng: "..."
Wen Liang sat down on the sofa and opened his phone to browse casually.
Someone came to talk to her, but she didn't know him and his attitude was cold, so the person left tactfully.
Not long after, I heard a familiar voice shouting in surprise, "Sister!?"
Wen Liang raised her head and saw Meng Ce walking towards her quickly with a wine glass in hand. "Sister, it's really you! I thought I was seeing things!"
Wen Liang smiled at him, her peach blossom eyes curved, watery and misty, "Why are you here too?"
If Meng Ce knew that she came here with Fu Zheng today, would he...
Meng Ce's eyes widened.
"Meng Ce?"
"Ah... My classmate invited me here." Meng Ce came back to his senses, his face flushed slightly, and he blinked his long eyelashes and said, "Sister, why are you here too?"
Wen Liang said calmly, "I received the invitation and came here because I had nothing to do."
After saying this, she glanced around the hall inconspicuously.
There were many figures in the hall, chatting in groups of three or four, blocking Wen Liang's view.
Meng Ce probably didn't see Fu Zheng there, so he didn't suspect anything. "I'm almost there, too. Sister, do you want anything to eat? I'll get it for you."
"Let me go with you." Wen Liang stood up and walked towards the food area with Meng Ce.
She was afraid that Meng Ce would accidentally see Fu Zheng when he went to get food, so she had to go with him and divert his attention by chatting.
Wen Liang took two small cakes and two cookies.
She looked at the wine glass and then at the phone in her hand.
Meng Ce immediately took the plate from her hand and said, "Sister, let me help you with this."
"Thank you. Don't you want to eat?" Wen Liang picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip.
Meng Ce paused and picked up two cookies with a pair of tongs. "Do you mind if I put them together?"
"It's okay, just put them together."
Meng Ce put a few cookies, cakes and chocolates that he wanted to eat together.
On the way back, Wen Liang secretly looked around and caught sight of Fu Zheng.
At some point, a young woman appeared beside him, and from a distance she looked very charming.
Wen Liang withdrew his gaze.
Meng Ce just found a place to sit.
Wen Liang saw him facing Fu Zheng's direction, and her heart skipped a beat. She said nonchalantly, "Let's sit over here. The light is better here."
Is there?
Meng Ce looked up, and although he was a little confused, he still moved his position so that his back was facing Fu Zheng.
Wen Liang slowly breathed a sigh of relief, sat down opposite Meng Ce, ate a small cake, drank red wine, and chatted with Meng Ce.
From Meng Ce's classmates to the interesting things that happened when Meng Ce was studying abroad, Wen Liang also talked about her own college days and mentioned that she had been on exchange abroad to improve the relationship, although she didn't remember anything.
The two of them talked and laughed, and the distance between them unconsciously shortened a lot.
Wen Liang looked up inadvertently and was caught off guard when he saw Fu Zheng.
His face was ashen, and he strode towards her and Meng Ce.
We must not let Meng Ce see Fu Zheng!
Wen Liang secretly said, "Oh no!" and quickly put down the wine glass in his hand and said to Meng Ce, "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."
After saying that, she stood up, picked up her skirt and walked towards the bathroom.
It seems like he is running away in panic.
When Fu Zheng saw Wen Liang escape to the bathroom, his eyes were as dark as ink. He licked his back teeth, turned around and followed him.
Wen Liang stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, then peeked out.
There was no one in the corridor outside.
Fu Zheng didn't chase after her, which made Wen Liang even more worried.
He wouldn't go directly to Meng Ce, right?!
She walked quickly toward the hall.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and I felt dizzy.
By the time Wen Liang reacted, she was already pressed against the door of the men's bathroom.
Fu Zheng's handsome face was magnified, and his angular features were particularly profound and impactful.
Wen Liang was stunned for a few seconds before pushing him away, "Fu Zheng, what are you doing?"
Fu Zheng's face was gloomy and he didn't answer. His big hand touched the door lock under the door handle.
With a click.
The door is locked.
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