Chapter 7 I never expected you to be this kind of person!
Heaven can bear witness that Wen Yao's heart was so sincere in saving Fu Yan.
Unfortunately, no matter how sincere she was, she couldn't change the fact that she didn't know where Fu Yan was.
The funniest thing is that when she wanted to ask Fu Jinzhi, she opened her phone and found that she didn't have her cheap husband's contact information.
Wen Yao was speechless. Am I a caveman? I'm supposed to be a young lady from a respectable family, how come I'm completely unsocial?
"Ugh, Fu Jinzhi... you big idiot!" Wen Yao sat at the dining table, sullen and started to shift the blame. Why didn't her husband add her as a friend?
"Does Madam miss her husband?" Wang Ma asked elusively, her expression intriguing.
"!" Wen Yao exclaimed in surprise, "Why do you think that?"
Aunt Wang put the rag aside, her face full of smugness, "Stop pretending."
"I could tell from how little you ate today," said Wang Ma, heartbroken. "You only ate two bowls of seafood porridge, three shrimp dumplings, and four crystal buns!"
Since Wen Yao stopped pretending to be pregnant, she eats almost as much as three Fu Jinzhis at every meal. The food she ate this morning was only half of her usual amount.
In addition, she had just heard Wen Yao muttering something about "Fu Jinzhi," which meant she was missing her husband so much that her appetite had shrunk!
"Huh?" Wen Yao was embarrassed. Actually, she didn't have a big appetite before, but the chef at Fu Jin's house was too good. In addition, she had been a vegetable for several months and was surviving on nutrient solution. Now she was in a high appetite phase.
I want to eat everything I see, and I can never get enough of anything I eat.
Even assuming the worst, doesn't Fu Jinzhi bear any responsibility? He hired such a good chef!
"Young people should be braver and do what they want." Wang Ma patted Wen Yao's shoulder affectionately, turned to the kitchen, and called out, "Xiao Qi, make a lunchbox for the master. Madam will bring it to him in a bit!"
"Alright!"
Wen Yao, whose plans were clearly laid out: Who's going to deliver the food?
Well, since things have come to this, let's just add each other's contact information.
[Host, why does Wang Ma suddenly not dislike you anymore?] 8848 was puzzled.
Wang Ma is an old member of the Fu family. She watched Fu Jinzhi grow up. Later, when Fu Jinzhi started his own business, she came out to take care of him. Although she is called a servant, she is more like a housekeeper and an elder.
Given her feelings for Fu Jinzhi, she definitely wouldn't like the host. Her behavior after learning about the host's fake pregnancy was the normal one.
“8848, Fu Jinzhi is already 26 years old, and Fu Lizhi is even older at 28.”
[What problems might arise during a human male's prime years?]
“That’s racial difference. You don’t understand humans.” Wen Yao shook her head, feigning a sense of vicissitude on her fair face. “When humans reach this age, if they don’t have children, don’t get married, or even find a partner…”
"That's it, in the eyes of the elders, even a dog has a higher status than you."
[...]8848 cannot understand.
Wen Yao continued to offer her insightful opinion, "I am, after all, Fu Jinzhi's wife, it's just that I didn't behave well before."
"As long as I sincerely tell Wang Ma that I faked my pregnancy because I love Fu Jinzhi so much, and that I pretended to be cold and aloof because I was afraid of being discovered, but in reality I really wanted to have his child."
"The old folks are very accepting of this, and they can't wait for Fu Jinzhi and me to 'repair our relationship' as soon as possible!"
[I never expected the host to possess such wisdom.] 8848 was quite surprised. It had always thought Wen Yao was a glib-tongued idiot. [No wonder that on your first day in this world, you went to have a heart-to-heart talk with Wang Ma first, instead of the male lead.]
[So they were planning a "rural-to-urban" strategy. First, they swept away everyone around the male lead, then winning over Fu Jinzhi would be much easier. Brilliant!]
"No, that's not it." Wen Yao blushed at the compliment and said shyly, "It's mainly because Aunt Wang is in charge of the daily menu, and only by pleasing her can I achieve culinary freedom~"
[Get lost.] They really have too high expectations of the host.
Meanwhile, Fu Jinzhi was working diligently when she suddenly received a call from home.
Is Wen Yao coming to bring him lunch?
What's this guy up to now...?
"Mr. Fu, do you need me to help you decline?" The assistant, dressed in a sharp suit, stood to the side and asked considerately.
Thinking of Wen Yao's smiling face, Fu Jinzhi felt a little reassured. "No need, let her come if she wants."
Although it's most likely just to annoy him.
If 8848 could hear Fu Jinzhi's inner thoughts, they would surely exclaim in amazement: "My God, a prophet!"
Seeing the hint of doting in Fu Jinzhi's eyes, the assistant maintained a perfectly composed expression, but inside he was so surprised he wanted to let out a groundhog scream.
Has the CEO's love life taken a new turn? He was still treating his wife like she didn't exist when he reluctantly got married a month ago.
When it comes to being infuriating, Wen Yao never disappoints.
Just before lunchtime, Fu Jinzhi had an urgent meeting he had to attend. After the meeting, he hurriedly returned to his office.
This is the scene before my eyes:
Wen Yao's plates and bowls filled his desk, and he sat down in his office chair without any ceremony, his chopsticks sweeping across the plates like a storm, his face almost buried in the rice bowl.
It was as if they were afraid of leaving him with even a single bite of rice.
"Didn't you say you were coming to bring me food?" Fu Jinzhi calmly caught her breath, not wanting to reveal her urgency. "I think you're here for a picnic."
God knows, the thought of Wen Yao waiting for him in his office made him inexplicably anxious, so he quickly ended the meeting and rushed back.
The thoughtful assistant never misses an opportunity to help the boss. "Madam, President Fu ended the meeting half an hour early so that he could have lunch with you."
"Shut up." Fu Jinzhi's handsome face, seemingly blessed by the gods, remained expressionless as he glanced at the assistant with his deep, bright peach blossom eyes.
"I'm sorry." The assistant apologized, but in his heart he was thinking, "I'm sure I'll be fine. If I'm really unhappy, I'll just deduct my salary."
With that in mind, he tactfully left the office.
Upon hearing the assistant's words, Wen Yao opened her mouth in astonishment, even putting down the chopsticks she used as a tool for the crime.
"Fu Jinzhi, I never expected you to be this kind of person."
What kind of person would temporarily put aside their work for their wife? He's not a workaholic, is that so strange?
That's why I can't say it out loud, otherwise Wen Yao would be so smug.
Fu Jinzhi sat relaxed on the sofa, her delicate lips moving as her voice, clear and cool like a rock falling from a deep cave, pleasant to listen to.
"I was just..." hungry, so I ended the meeting early. It has nothing to do with you.
He had barely opened his mouth when Wen Yao interrupted him indignantly, "You're afraid I'll steal your food, so you ended the meeting early!"
"..." Fu Jinzhi's forehead veins throbbed slightly. He really wanted to choke Wen Yao to death. All she ever did was eat! Eat! Eat!
"You stingy person!"
Wen Yao pouted, picked up another insulated box from beside her, and sarcastically remarked to Fu Jinzhi:
“But I’m different from someone else. I brought two meals and ate my own.”
"Hmph, judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person."
With his fists hardened and his heart filled with Wen Yao's malicious speculation and slander, Fu Jinzhi's tender feelings were once again emptied.
His dark eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of displeasure and danger. "Me, stingy? Have I ever shortchanged you even by one meal?"
"Making sure your wife is well-fed is your responsibility as a husband."
Wen Yao said matter-of-factly, picked up the insulated box and walked to Fu Jinzhi's side, quickly taking out the food for him. "These are all your favorite foods. You must be hungry after a busy morning. Eat up."
Fu Jinzhi felt he should see a psychologist. He had just been so angry with Wen Yao that his heart ached, but now Wen Yao's two casual words and clumsy attempts to appease him had calmed his anger down.
It's possible they've been cursed.
After setting out the food, Fu Jinzhi ate a rare quiet meal. Looking at Wen Yao staring intently at him, he wanted to sigh again.
"Speak, what brings you here?"
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