Wen Ran saw the numbers 2 and 0 and her first reaction was that Fu Chenlie had transferred the 200,000 yuan he promised her last night.
But after counting the zeros in front of the decimal several tis, she confird—
He hadn’t given her 200,000 yuan, it was 2 million!
million?!
Wen Ran imdiately looked up at Fu Chenlie outside the glass window.
Was he crazy to give her so much money?
Although suddenly having so much money was a good thing, for so reason, Wen Ran couldn’t feel happy about the balance on her bank card.
Although Fu Chenlie was her husband, he didn’t like her, so she had no confidence to spend his money; getting money from him brought her no sense of achievent.
The montary surprise and pleasure were rely because, in her 22 years, she had never seen so much money.
But could she really spend this money freely?
Or would she have to report every expenditure to him?!
Wen Ran leaned on her swivel chair, utterly confused.
...
Fu Chenlie seed exceptionally busy today; at 5:30 pm, he was still sitting motionless in his office chair.
Wen Ran was getting a bit hungry.
At six o’clock, she caught a glimpse of him standing up.
Finally!
The man quickly walked to the lounge door and called her to leave work.
Wen Ran quickly grabbed her bag, walked out of the lounge, and was thinking about what to cook for dinner when she heard him say, "There’s a social event tonight, you’re coming with ."
A social event?
Shouldn’t a man’s social event involve a bunch of n sitting together drinking or boasting?
Of course, a more high-end affair might involve discussing business.
Just thinking about it made Wen Ran particularly dislike such occasions, so she asked Fu Chenlie, "Boss, I’m just a driver, I don’t know how to do business or drink much. Isn’t it inappropriate for to join you at a social event? Why don’t you take soone from the PR departnt? They could help you fend off the drinks too, how about it?"
He glanced at her sideways, "Who would dare to force to drink at a gathering?"
She was taken aback, only to hear him continue, "You’re underestimating your husband."
With that, Fu Chenlie stepped forward and walked towards the office door.
Wen Ran sighed with relief and followed him.
As they entered the elevator, she stealthily observed him and softly expressed her wish, "Boss, I don’t want to go to the social event."
He looked down at her condescendingly, "So?"
Wen Ran tentatively asked, "Can I go ho first?"
Fu Chenlie smiled sarcastically, "You really think you’re Mrs. Fu, pampered and don’t have to do anything?"
"Just because I’m not Mrs. Fu doesn’t an I don’t have my own preferences. Why can’t I avoid things I don’t like?"
"You like money, right? You wanted 200,000, I gave you 2 million. Since you’ve already got the money, be sensible. Maybe if I’m pleased, I’ll give you even more."
Wen Ran glared at him angrily, her head drooping disheartedly.
Seconds later, still dissatisfied, she asked, "Why must I accompany you to the social event? Can’t I just wait at ho for you? I don’t even drink... and I don’t know the people you need to socialize with."
"You wait at ho for ? Wait for what? Is it not true that rather than let go, you’d smash a hole in my head? If so, don’t make your words sound so pleasant."
With that, he suddenly raised his hand and placed an arm around Wen Ran’s shoulder.
Wen Ran was so startled that she hastily tried to move away.
But he suddenly tightened his hold, pulling her into his arms, looking down at her, "Besides, if you went ho, who would take care of after I’ve been drinking?"
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