After seeing Fu Jingchen off, Butler Zhao helped Shen Muqing familiarize herself with his daily routine.
Upstairs, "This is President Fu's gym. He usually comes here after he gets up at seven o'clock and washes up."
"This is the study. Sometimes when Mr. Fu works overtime at night, you need to make him coffee in time."
"This is the master bedroom. You can come here to help Mr. Fu choose his clothes after he gets up."
As soon as Shen Muqing entered the master bedroom, she was enveloped by a cool pine scent, a comforting aroma that was the same as the scent emanating from Fu Jingchen.
"So you're saying I'm in charge of Mr. Fu's outfits? Whatever I put together, he'll wear?"
Butler Zhao pushed open the door to the dressing room and nodded, "That's one way to understand it."
"I'll send you a file later that records Mr. Fu's habits and preferences."
"Take a good look at it later."
“Okay,” Shen Muqing replied, looking around the room. The layout of the room revealed the owner’s personality.
Everything was neatly arranged, and the room was decorated mainly in light colors.
"Then you just need to deliver lunch to President Fu on time every day at noon. I estimate you'll need about an hour to leave."
"good."
Butler Zhao looked at Shen Muqing with satisfaction, "Little Shen, seize this opportunity. Butler Zhao has high hopes for you."
I added to myself: Don't forget him after you become successful.
Shen Muqing was completely confused. What opportunity could he be seizing?
"Okay, okay, no problem." She nodded haphazardly to indicate that she understood.
Butler Zhao, with a look of "you're teachable," added, "Normally, no one is allowed upstairs without Mr. Fu's permission. Mr. Fu's room is cleaned regularly. You should be aware of this; Mr. Fu doesn't like others touching his things."
"Okay, okay." Shen Muqing nodded mechanically, repeating what she had just said.
"Keep up the good work, Xiao Shen!"
Butler Zhao patted her on the shoulder with high hopes, saying, "President Fu's happiness for the rest of his life depends on you."
"I will."
Then Shen Muqing picked up her phone and studied the documents sent by Butler Zhao. Looking at this unwavering routine, she couldn't help but sigh in admiration; he was a ruthless person.
Her gaze fell on his hobbies, and she was surprised to find that he was a calligrapher who enjoyed writing calligraphy to cultivate his mind.
Less than half an hour later, Shen Muqing tidied up and prepared to leave to deliver food to Fu Jingchen.
Just as Shen Muqing reached the kitchen door on the first floor, before her feet had even touched the ground for two seconds, a sudden female voice rang out.
"Hey, are you blind? I just mopped the floor, and you've dirtied it."
The person who came had an unfriendly appearance and gave the impression of being difficult to get along with.
She shoved the mop into Shen Muqing's shoes; any higher and it would have poked her calf.
Shen Muqing stepped back, "Sorry, I didn't see you mopping the floor."
This person clearly came for him on purpose, and Shen Muqing wasn't blind.
"Get out of my way, you're blocking my way."
She moved very forcefully, almost pushing Shen Muqing along. Shen Muqing moved to another place, feeling that this place wouldn't get in her way.
But the other party was still relentless, dragging him wherever he went.
Are you targeting me?
Shen Muqing's eyes were devoid of warmth; she was always impatient with people like this.
To his surprise, the other person gave a forced smile and said, "Sorry, I didn't see anyone here."
The other nannies in the hall also saw it, but no one intervened; they all just watched the farce unfold.
Seeing that time was running out, Shen Muqing suppressed her anger and walked towards the kitchen, saying to the person inside, "Is President Fu's meal ready? I need to deliver it."
The cook was a kind middle-aged woman who handed the packed lunchbox to Shen Muqing, saying, "Little Shen, right? Here, it's ready."
After saying that, he added two more sentences to remind Shen Muqing, "Xinyue is the daughter of Steward Zhao, you'd better not provoke her."
Shen Muqing pondered, no wonder the other party dared to be so arrogant, it turned out she had someone powerful backing her. "As long as she doesn't provoke me, I won't provoke others."
"Little Shen, I think Xinyue is jealous of you. You're new here and don't know, let me tell you," Aunt Tian whispered to Shen Muqing.
"She likes President Fu, so you know what I mean."
Shen Muqing understood. "So that's how it is." She understood because of the man.
"Xinyue has always had a bad temper; no one in the Fu family wants to mess with her." Aunt Tian, seeing Shen Muqing listening intently, found herself becoming more talkative, then patted her forehead.
"Look at my brain, you should go and deliver the meal to President Fu."
"Okay, thank you, Aunt Tian, I'm leaving now."
As Shen Muqing carried the food out, he passed by Zhao Xinyue and heard her snort coldly, her mouth and eyes utterly disdainful.
She deliberately shook the lunchbox, which made the other person even angrier, their body trembling uncontrollably. Shen Muqing smiled smugly, "Little brat."
When Shen Muqing stood downstairs at the Fu family's building, looking at the nearly 100-meter-tall structure, he exclaimed, "It's so good to be rich!"
She went to the front desk and explained her purpose. The receptionist said, "Please wait a moment while I call the president's office to confirm."
“Okay.” Shen Muqing stood by the front desk, indicating her understanding.
A short while later, the receptionist received a notification and led her to the president's private elevator, saying, "Take this elevator up, and you'll be in the president's office."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
As Shen Muqing stood in the elevator, she could still faintly smell Fu Jingchen's unique scent. The domineering aroma penetrated her nose, making her shift her body uncomfortably.
"bite"
A well-dressed man stood outside the door. "Hello, Miss Shen. I am Mr. Fu's special assistant, surnamed Fang. Please come with me."
Assistant Fang led Shen Muqing to Fu Jingchen's office. This entire floor belonged to Fu Jingchen. Shen Muqing looked out and could even see the clouds. Was she not afraid of heights in such a high place?
"Mr. Fu, the person has been brought."
Fu Jingchen's unique voice came from inside, as deep and pleasant as ever, although Shen Muqing hadn't heard many of his lines.
"Enter."
Shen Muqing pushed open the door and walked in carefully, her movements stiff. "President Fu, this is your lunch for today. I put it here for you."
Fu Jingchen, who was working with his head down, did not respond to her words, but simply quickened his pace.
From Shen Muqing's perspective, all he could see were his reflective gold glasses, his handsome eyebrows and eyes, and his hand with bulging veins, holding a pen and writing something.
Without Fu Jingchen's reply, Shen Muqing dared not make any rash moves. Fortunately, he looked up from his documents after only a few minutes.
Have you eaten?
He had taken off the coat he was wearing that morning and placed it on the chair behind him. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.
His chest muscles were well-defined under his shirt, and he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist—a truly impressive physique, befitting a man who exercises daily.
With his coat off, he appeared both aggressive and casual.
Are you asking me?
Fu Jingchen got up from his office chair and walked to the sofa, gracefully unpacking the lunchbox that Shen Muqing had brought.
He laid out the dishes one by one; Aunt Tian had prepared five dishes and a soup, a very sumptuous meal.
Shen Muqing couldn't help but swallow as she smelled the aroma of the food. Fu Jingchen noticed this and chuckled, "Is there anyone else here besides you?"
His voice was gentle and soothing; it was absolutely the most pleasant male voice Shen Muqing had ever heard.
"No."
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