Chapter 132 Wen Shennong Tastes Hundreds of Herbs
Although Fu Jinzhi verbally mocked Wu Cheng, she still managed to squeeze in work to attend his wedding.
Since he often finishes work late at night, he doesn't want to disturb Wen Yao's rest, so he has been resting in his own bedroom recently.
When he finally managed to find some free time and arrived home around mealtime, he discovered that Wen Yao was not there.
Fu Jinzhi stared at the single-serving dinner, her brows furrowing slightly. "Wang Ma, isn't Yaoyao home?"
Wang Ma's face clearly said, "You finally know how to care about your wife." She scolded playfully, "Madam hasn't been eating dinner at home these past few days. She says she's having dinner with friends."
A get-together?
Fu Jinzhi narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, sensing that something was amiss.
Wen Yao is a homebody; she rarely goes out unless she feels like it or has to attend a social event, and she doesn't have many friends.
Now that Fu Yan has gone to film in the deep mountains, Lu Yile doesn't have time to meet with Wen Yao every day...
Fu Jinzhi slowly cut the steak on her plate, wondering to herself, "Could it be that I've made a new friend?"
After finishing his meal alone, Fu Jinzhi opened his chat history with Wen Yao from the past few days.
A cure for all dissent: Brother, why aren't you replying to my messages?
A cure for all kinds of dissent: Is it because your wife has been keeping a close eye on you lately?
He's the best at dealing with anyone who disagrees: Okay, then contact me when you have time, but whatever you do, don't let your wife find out.
Fu Jinzhi: Yaoyao, I was just discussing a contract with a business partner, and I replied as soon as I saw the message.
To quell any dissent: It's okay, you can talk it over slowly. I've already found a new boyfriend, remember to come to my wedding.
Fu Jinzhi: I was just about to transfer 5.2 million yuan to my wife.
I'll cure all your woes: Wait till I break up with you!
...
A cure for all kinds of dissent: Why haven't you been holding me while sleeping lately? Are you not sleeping comfortably?
Fu Jinzhi: How could that be? Nothing is more comfortable than sleeping in the arms of your loved one. I was just afraid of waking you up if it was too late.
A cure for all kinds of dissent: What if you sleep with someone you don't love?
Fu Jinzhi: It will be very painful.
A cure for all dissent: So, who do you hug when you're in pain?
Fu Jinzhi: ...I was wrong. I would never hug someone I don't love.
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Fu Jinzhi didn't find anything amiss in the chat history over the past few days; he and Wen Yao continued to chat idly every day.
Wen Yao sends him at least dozens of WeChat messages a day, ranging from trivial daily matters to teasing him for amusement, just like always.
Fu Jinzhi was used to the cutthroat competition in the business world, and he felt that the lack of anything unusual was the biggest abnormality.
Wen Yao was unaware of Fu Jinzhi's conspiracy theories; she was still doing hard labor for Zhao Guang.
"Are you out of your mind? You asked me to arrange flowers for you yesterday, and today you've thrown them all out?"
Wen Yao is usually very emotionally stable, but today she really broke down, became fierce, lost herself, and became hysterical.
Zhao Guang is a very fussy person. When setting up the proposal scene, he refused to ask for help and insisted on doing everything himself with Wen Yao.
He said he would only propose once in his life, and it had to be a grand ceremony. Only when the ceremony was personally arranged for Lu Yile by his partner and his best friend Wen Yao could the love be truly overflowing.
Wen Yao was also out of her mind and was persuaded by Zhao Guang. She spent most of the day arranging the sea of roses.
Throughout the room, on the floor, bed, and walls, there were bouquets of roses arranged in various shapes.
When I arrived at the hotel today, the room was completely empty; not even a single rose petal was left.
Zhao Guang smiled awkwardly, "I'm proposing the night after tomorrow, and I'm worried these roses won't be fresh, so I'm thinking of replacing them all."
Zhao Guang: "But we didn't work for nothing. At least the experiment went well, didn't it?"
Wen Yao clenched her fist tightly and slammed it against the wall with a loud thud. "What did you just say? I don't think I heard you clearly?"
Zhao Guang felt a chill run down his spine and quickly assured her, "I said I'll arrange the roses myself the day after tomorrow. Let's just pop up some balloons and make a balloon moon today!"
Wen Yao withdrew her fist and let out a cold snort.
Arranging roses is physical work, not difficult for Wen Yao, but it's tedious and boring.
However, popping hundreds of balloons and then assembling and binding them into different shapes becomes difficult.
After most of the day, Wen Yao and Zhao Guang still had a little bit of work left to do, and planned to finish it tomorrow.
To express his gratitude, Zhao Guang took Wen Yao to a nearby Western restaurant and treated her to dinner.
Wen Yao ordered a row of expensive dishes without any hesitation, but earned an appreciative look from Zhao Guang.
Wen Yao felt uncomfortable under Zhao Guang's gaze. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "What kind of look is that?"
Zhao Guang grinned foolishly, "This place offers private rooms for couples. I'm planning to bring Lele here for a candlelight dinner after I propose."
"I'm afraid of making mistakes if I only look at the ratings when ordering. It's good that you ordered a lot of dishes, so you can taste them and choose the best ones. It will also be helpful for me to make a reference."
Wen Yao, with an icy expression, said, "Fine, fine, you're going to treat me like Shennong, ordering me around to taste hundreds of herbs, right?"
As the dishes were served one by one, Wen Yao felt like a restaurant review blogger.
"Seafood tower? I don't like raw food, but Sister Lele might like it."
"The spare ribs are good, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a rich milky flavor."
"The soufflé is delicious!"
"I like this lemon tart, but Lele is afraid of sourness."
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My throat was dry from explaining everything over the meal.
The moment Wen Yao stepped into her home, she was actually a little moved; she had finally returned.
After Zhao Guang proposed, Wen Yao didn't want to see him for at least six months. He was too fussy, haha.
After changing into slippers, Wen Yao straightened up and saw Fu Jinzhi sitting on the living room sofa.
His hair was messy and casually draped over his forehead, and his long eyelashes cast a small, alluring shadow on his face. He wore a black silk robe that made his skin look fair and radiant.
He was holding a book in his hands, reading it with complete concentration, his posture calm and his expression serious.
The contrast creates beauty. After spending a few days with Zhao Guang, Wen Yao felt that Fu Jinzhi was more and more precious.
Her heart softened. Her husband was so hardworking and ambitious; he must be reading those difficult professional books again.
Wen Yao stepped closer. "Why don't you go to the study to look?"
Fu Jinzhi looked up, closed the book, and put it aside. "You're back?"
Wen Yao reflexively followed his hand movements, her gaze inadvertently falling on the pink cover of the book:
21 Ways to Keep Her By Your Side
Wen Yao remained silent. What the hell was this?
Not receiving a response from Wen Yao, Fu Jinzhi was not in a hurry. He sniffed lightly, his eyes darkening.
As far as he knew, this scent was a special blend from a couples' restaurant.
This restaurant is very famous. Fu Jinzhi once accompanied Fu Yan to check it out. The soft and sweet aroma was very unique, and he recognized it immediately.
Yao Yao, who did you go with?
Originally, he was only worried about Wen Yao, but now, Fu Jinzhi has erected a wall of 120,000 defenses.
Fu Jinzhi pursed her lips as she glanced at the green plants beside her.
The green plants in the living room should all be moved away; he feels the green is a bit too bright now, and it seems very unlucky.
Fu Jinzhi's gloomy expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle smile. "Where did Yaoyao have dinner? Will she be eating at home tomorrow?"
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