Nan Yu was 28 when his secretary saw him. She quickly spotted the lunchbox he was carrying, her mind racing. She knew exactly why the president's wife had come, and smiled as she approached.
"You must be Madam?"
Nan Yu was taken aback. Marrying Fu Jinchuan? It seemed so. She nodded.
"President Fu is in a meeting right now, so it might not be convenient for him. Are you here to deliver food?"
Nan Yu nodded.
"How about this, you hand over the things to me, and I'll pass on the message to President Fu after his meeting. Why don't you head back first?"
I heard that President Fu doesn't like his wife, so his secretary naturally dared to make decisions on his own.
Nan Yu pointed to herself, then to the depths of the corridor, and finally extended two fingers downwards, mimicking walking with two fingers, meaning: I'll go in and deliver it myself.
That's pretty simple; the assistant guessed it.
Mr. Bai is inside, so we can't go in. Everyone knows how much their CEO Fu dotes on Mr. Bai. He chartered a luxury cruise ship for his birthday, gave him a Patek Philippe, and had many varieties of flowers flown in from overseas that day. He even hired Bai Cheng's favorite girl group to dance live. That one night alone cost more than 40 million.
You should ask the secretary why she knows so much detail.
Because he was involved in the planning.
Knowing the flowing water.
Compared to the one at home who gives them a cold shoulder, they, as subordinates, naturally know who to side with.
"President Fu doesn't like people coming into his office. After President Fu finishes his meeting, I will definitely tell him that you were here." It was a clear attempt to get rid of him, but the words weren't too harsh.
Nan Yu remembered that she could type on her phone, so she immediately opened the memo app, tapped the keyboard, typed it out, and then showed the phone to her secretary: Can I go in and wait for him?
Secretary: "Madam, please don't make things difficult for me. I'm just an employee. You know Mr. Fu's attitude. If I let you go, I'll lose my job. I have elderly parents and young children to support. Please have pity on me."
Nan Yu stared at him for a while, then slumped in disappointment and typed: Okay, I'll go first then. Let Jin Chuan have a good meal.
The secretary nodded quickly after reading it.
I accepted the food box.
Watching Nan Yu leave.
With Mr. Bai present, he didn't dare to carry the food box directly inside; he could only place it at his workstation and keep an eye on President Fu.
After waiting for half an hour, Fu Jinchuan finally finished the meeting.
Before he entered, the secretary quickly called out, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu."
Fu Jinchuan paused, turned around, and his secretary rushed over. She glanced nervously at the door before whispering, "Mr. Fu, Madam just arrived. It seems the chairman spoke to the receptionist, and they didn't stop her."
Fu Jinchuan frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Is he inside?"
Secretary: "Mr. Bai is here, so I didn't dare let Madam in. Madam brought lunch."
As she spoke, she handed the food box in her hand to Fu Jinchuan.
The man glanced at it but didn't take it, saying disdainfully, "Take it and throw it away. Tell the receptionist not to let him into the company next time."
"Lost, lost?" He subconsciously felt regret and blurted out without thinking, but he quickly tensed up and said, "Yes, Mr. Fu."
Seeing his expression, Fu Jinchuan said, "If you're worried about wasting food, you can eat it." He then opened the opaque glass door and went into the office.
secretary:"……"
As soon as Fu Jinchuan appeared, the drowsy Bai Cheng jumped up, opened her fair arms, ran over and pounced into the man's arms like a pure white butterfly. She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, cooing sweetly.
"The meeting is going to last a long time today."
Fu Jinchuan, used to Bai Cheng, gently patted the boy's thin shoulder and asked tenderly, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"I want to eat Japanese food, but I also want to eat pasta. What should I do? It's such a difficult choice."
Bai Cheng raised her head, her thick, curled eyelashes trembling slightly with each blink, looking pitiful, like a little girl in love acting cute. Although he was a man, Fu Jinchuan wouldn't fall for that, but he would when it was Bai Cheng.
He married Nan Yu.
I still feel sorry for him.
"Buy whatever you want to eat."
Bai Cheng shook the man's arm, "No, I want to eat at different places one by one. Let's have Japanese food for lunch first, and then you can have spaghetti with me for dinner, okay?"
Fu Jinchuan nodded.
Bai Cheng grinned and reached for her phone, wanting to go out with Fu Jinchuan immediately. She forgot to check the time. Fu Jinchuan said, "I still have two documents to process. Wait a bit."
Bai Cheng pouted, a little dissatisfied, snuggled into Fu Jinchuan's arms, sat on his lap, and insisted that the man hold him while they worked together. Fu Jinchuan didn't say anything.
After work, Bai Cheng pulled him away.
After get off work, the secretary opened the lunch Nan Yu had sent to Fu Jinchuan, and the aroma attracted the attention of his colleagues, who all peeked over to see what he was eating.
The food box has six layers: a layer of stewed beef with potatoes and tomatoes, a layer of lotus root stuffed with shrimp paste, a layer of shiitake mushroom and chicken, a layer of boiled shrimp, and a layer of two braised lion's head meatballs. The soup is delicious and garnished with scallions. It looks very appetizing.
The last layer is rice.
There was also a soup box next to it.
The food was delicious, the presentation was perfect, and the aroma was irresistible. Even the secretary couldn't help but swallow hard. Her colleagues in the secretarial office said, "Secretary Li, the food looks great today! Who bought it? Why is it all being delivered to you? Does the company allow takeout delivery now?"
"No, it was Mrs. Fu who offered it to Mr. Fu, but he refused it. I got it by chance. I didn't expect Mrs. Fu to be such a good cook. But it might have been made by Mr. Fu's chef. We are in for a treat today. You should try it too."
"Mrs. Fu?"
One of the female secretaries was surprised. She had never met Mrs. Fu, but she saw Mr. Fu's boyfriend every day. He was always at the company. If the two of them ran into each other, it might be quite a show.
No wonder President Fu didn't eat it; "You're too good at finding bargains."
Li Mi chuckled and said, "Good luck, good luck. If there are any more bargains tomorrow, you can pick them up."
Will you come again tomorrow?
"They probably won't come. Mr. Fu didn't allow the front desk to put it there."
The female secretary scoffed, "Then what did you say?"
All eight secretaries in the secretariat were gossiping about Fu Jinchuan.
...
An Audi drove by, and the man in the back seat caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Just as he was about to ask the driver to pull over, the boy got into a van and turned to see the Fu Group sign on a building.
Song Chu lowered his gaze.
It seems he quite likes Fu Jinchuan.
After insulting him like that, why did he still go to the company?
Because he saw Nan Yu at noon, Song Chu was in a bad mood all afternoon. He tormented the students in class, and he even canceled his dinner appointment that evening, deciding to go back to the Fu residence instead.
I recall a scene I witnessed at noon.
The man's lips curled slightly.
At the Fu residence, the grandfather and grandson were having dinner.
Song Chu was already extremely displeased, but he still came over with a smile, "Perfect timing, Grandpa, is there dinner for me today?"
Grandpa Fu chuckled: "Didn't you say you weren't coming back?"
"Now that the party's over, I naturally have to come back and take care of your health, otherwise, wouldn't this money be wasted?"
The maid brought out a bowl and chopsticks and placed them next to Nan Yu. Song Chu pulled out a chair and sat down.
Old Master Fu chuckled: "You're quite impolite."
Song Chu: "I'm being too polite with you. You'll probably get upset later. My grandfather said he'd like to invite you to play chess sometime."
The Fu and Song families belonged to the same circle and were comrades-in-arms when they were young. One of them started fighting and later commanded, while the other was always treating soldiers. They had a revolutionary relationship.
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