Chapter 54 President's Office - Bonsai Department - Secretary Wen Yao
Wen Yao was completely unaware of Fu Jinzhi's subtle mood.
She slumped into her office chair without any hesitation. "What kind of work do I need to do?"
Fu Jinzhi stood while she sat, her tone of voice as if she were giving orders when she asked about the work.
It was as if Wen Yao was the president and Fu Jinzhi was the assistant.
Fu Jinzhi was both amused and exasperated. He slowly strolled over to Wen Yao and leaned against her desk.
"So Mrs. Fu was unwilling to make our relationship public so that she could make it public to someone else!"
"You and others are a perfect match, so what am I?"
"I am a discarded husband who can never see the light of day."
When did she say she was going to go public with her relationship with someone else?!
Wen Yao's eyes widened instantly, and she slammed her hand on the table. "Palace rules are strict, Consort Fu is not allowed to speak nonsense!"
"Oh, I'm an important person?" Fu Jinzhi leaned forward, a half-smile playing on his handsome, somewhat wicked face, his voice deep and resonant:
"The Empress is Assistant Du? Then I'm in an even worse situation."
"Some wives will give a man everything except a title; some wives will only give him a title."
“I’m different. I have nothing.”
Wen Yao: "Let's talk this out calmly, instead of being sarcastic."
It's strange, she said before that she didn't want to go public, and Fu Jinzhi didn't react at all.
Why are you suddenly being so unreasonable?
They even dragged Assistant Du into it. What exactly is the connection between Assistant Du and this?
Fu Jinzhi tossed his phone to Wen Yao, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Look, everyone is sending their blessings to you and Assistant Du."
Wen Yao took the phone curiously and immediately saw a photo of herself and Assistant Du from behind.
I must say, the film actually has a surprisingly good atmosphere.
The person who posted the photo is Xiao Yuan, right? What kind of weird caption is this?
A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven?
Wen Yao swiped down with all her might, her fingers almost sparking, but she still hadn't reached the bottom.
Just how many people copied and shared this post?!
“Uh,” Wen Yao looked up and met Fu Jinzhi’s gaze, feeling a little guilty, “You know, Assistant Du and I are completely innocent, cleaner than a dog’s licked food bowl.”
"I don't know." Fu Jinzhi acted unreasonably, grabbing Wen Yao's hand as she tried to pull away.
"I only know these are the few reasons why couples don't want to go public with their relationship."
"Firstly, I'm afraid the relationship will become unstable."
"Secondly, I feel that my partner is not presentable enough."
Thirdly, I'd like to get a better one.
Fourth, there is a backup plan.
Fu Jinzhi leaned down, almost touching Wen Yao's face, his voice dangerously tender: "Wife, which type are you?"
The warm breath hit her face directly, and Wen Yao shrank back uncomfortably, but there was only the back of the chair behind her, so there was nowhere to escape.
She could only reach out and push against Fu Jinzhi's chest to push him away slightly.
Wen Yao's gaze darted away, avoiding Fu Jinzhi's eyes. "After all, you're the big boss of the Fu Group. If we get divorced in the future, the stock price will fluctuate to some extent!"
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Fu Jinzhi narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly; so that's what Wen Yao was thinking.
Divorce? Ha.
“Mrs. Fu may have misunderstood something.” Fu Jinzhi’s petal-like lips opened and closed, but her voice was cool. “In our Fu family, there is no divorce, only widowhood.”
"Hahaha, honey, you're so funny." Wen Yao chuckled dryly.
Damn it, Fu Jinzhi's words sound so convincing, yet the original owner got a divorce without any problems.
Wait, it seems the original owner didn't get divorced for very long before...
Dead?
"Then just take it as a joke." Fu Jinzhi's expression turned slightly indifferent as he released Wen Yao's hand and prepared to return to his office.
Fu Jinzhi felt somewhat frustrated. He had been a chosen one since birth, excelling in family background, appearance, and abilities.
From his youth, countless people pursued and admired him, like a multitude of fish crossing a river.
He even felt that love was cheap because it was so abundant and easy to obtain.
He was polite and courteous when rejecting suitors, and indifferent when faced with ardent pursuers, but he was somewhat arrogant, believing that he would never fall to that level.
But just when he developed feelings for someone, fate played a cruel joke on him: the other person was like an iron tree, refusing to bloom no matter what.
How exactly can one win someone's love?
Fu Jinzhi was completely baffled.
Wait, why does Fu Jinzhi look like his wife has died? Is he really planning to kill his wife?
Wen Yao trembled and immediately reached out to grab Fu Jinzhi's hands, which had already pulled away:
"Make it public! Make it public immediately!"
Fu Jinzhi turned around, and the confusion in her peach blossom eyes had not yet dissipated before a strange light burst forth.
Wen Yao took out her phone, found Fu Jinzhi in the group chat, and reluctantly tagged him.
President's Office - Bonsai Department - Secretary Wen Yao: @Fu Jinzhi Everyone has misunderstood, this is the real Empress!
Bonsai Department, Secretary...
Seeing her own contact name, Wen Yao looked up slowly. Only Fu Jinzhi and Assistant Du knew where she had been transferred.
Assistant Du wouldn't be that bored; it must have been this guy in front of him who changed the nickname.
Divine metal! Don't you feel ashamed?
Fu Jinzhi touched his nose. Wen Yao never used to send messages in large group chats, so he changed it out of boredom.
The explosive news was sent into the group, but the group fell silent, as if everyone had been blown up and no one had survived.
Half an hour ago, a working-class person flooded the internet with messages trying to curry favor with the higher-ups, only to find out that the woman they were shipping was the boss's wife.
Damn it, what can a working person say? Having such a well-paying job and such a shameless copying hand is just asking for trouble, digging their own grave, and courting their own destruction!
Fortunately, there are still more than 1,000 people copying this, so the company won't fire everyone.
Unconcerned that no one replied in the group, Wen Yao stretched out her hand with her palm facing up.
Fu Jinzhi, being very perceptive, handed over his phone.
Wen Yao sneered and sent a message directly using Fu Jinzhi's account.
Fu Jinzhi: @President's Office—Potted Plant Department—Secretary Wen Yao thanks Your Majesty for your great favor. [Shy Soybean]
You like embarrassing situations, huh? Then let's all embarrass ourselves together!
Assistant Du, who was outside, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the news; it seemed that President Fu had been appeased.
When gods fight, demons suffer; let's all withdraw our supernatural powers!
"Why--"
Wen Yao sighed. It seemed that her peaceful life was gone forever. It was all Fu Jinzhi's fault, that wicked empress who flattered the superiors and bullied the inferiors!
Thinking of this, she was extremely annoyed and kicked Fu Jinzhi twice: "Go and make me a cup of coffee!"
Fu Jinzhi returned to his desk, dialed an internal phone, and instructed his secretary to make two cups of coffee.
He looked innocent: "My secretary's coffee-making skills are miles ahead of mine. I want you to have the best coffee."
"Heh, really?" Wen Yao said with a forced smile. "Then don't just stand there, go and get me a fruit platter."
Fu Jinzhi paused slightly, then, with a very good temper, went out to carry a fruit platter.
[You know perfectly well that even if you don't make it public, Fu Jinzhi won't do anything to you.] 8848's cold, mechanical voice rang out.
“Yes.” Wen Yao rested her chin on her hand, but Fu Jinzhi’s expression when he turned around was so dejected that he looked like a pitiful pear blossom battered by rain.
He's so good-looking... no wonder green tea has remained popular for so long, it's truly a fine product!
Are you tempted?
Wen Yao immediately sat up straight, her expression extremely serious: "I don't know if my heart was moved or not, but my phantom limb definitely moved."
It's probably just that she's lusting after Fu Jinzhi's body... right?
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