Even though last night's chat with Fu Chenlie wasn't pleasant, and they didn't co to any agreent,
Wen Ran still silently accepted the inequitable treaty of being in charge of three als a day at the villa,
for the sake of maintaining a courteous husband and wife relationship with Fu Chenlie.
The next day, she got up early to buy groceries.
She navigated her way to the supermarket closest to Huan Island Villa, only to discover—
The supermarket wasn't open.
Wen Ran was exasperated, exited her navigation app, and then noticed that it had already indicated the store was closed.
She nearly cried at her own stupidity.
By this ti, it was already ten past seven.
As Wen Ran was fretting over what to do, her phone rang.
The incoming call displayed the sa eleven-digit Arabic number that Fu Chenlie used to call her yesterday.
He's awake?!
She hurriedly answered, "Mr. Fu, good morning."
"Where have you been?" Fu Chenlie's voice, as always, was displeased and interrogative, as if talking to her would shorten his lifespan.
Wen Ran tried to keep her tone as amiable as possible, "I'm out buying groceries, I was thinking of making breakfast for you."
"Is that so? Fu Group starts work at nine, I hope I'll still have ti to eat your breakfast."
"I will..."
Beep, beep, beep—
The words "hurry up" were choked back in her throat by the abruptly ended call.
Sohow, perhaps because she had been through this scenario before, Wen Ran didn't feel chest tightness or short of breath; instead, she calmly put away her phone and then started thinking, what about breakfast?
Twenty minutes later.
As Fu Chenlie browsed financial news on his iPad, noises ca from the entrance.
His posture remained fixed on the electronic screen.
However, his peripheral vision glanced over.
Wen Ran walked in, carrying two bags, and used her foot to kick the door shut.
Seeing Fu Chen sitting on the living room sofa, she lifted the bags in her hand toward him, "Mr. Fu, ti for breakfast."
The man's brows furrowed slightly.
Just got back and calling him to eat—did she pick up ready-made food on the way?
He set down his iPad and elegantly rose from his seat.
In the dining room, Wen Ran laid out the purchases: spicy soup, soy milk, tofu pudding, savory pastries, dough sticks, buns; one of each.
Knowing Fu Chenlie was hard to please, she bought a bit of everything.
After setting them out, Wen Ran looked at Fu Chenlie, "Mr. Fu, would you like the spicy soup, tofu pudding, or soy milk?"
She had already planned—
If he chose spicy soup, she would have tofu pudding and soy milk; if he had soy milk, she would go for tofu pudding and spicy soup.
The remaining pastries, dough sticks, and buns could be kept and eaten in the evening.
Of course, leftovers wouldn't bother President Fu; they were for her.
Wen Ran thought this was a great idea: a ready-made breakfast didn't delay Fu Chenlie's work and allowed her to be a bit lazy.
However—
Turning to Fu Chenlie, she discovered his face had sohow turned utterly dark!
Wen Ran felt a bad premonition.
She took a quiet step back before daring to probe, "You... don't like any of it?!"
Fu Chenlie's eyes, sharp as ice knives, pierced into her as he pronounced heavily, "Ms. Wen, are you playing tricks on ?"
Playing tricks on him?!
She wouldn't dare.
Wen Ran tiptoed to the table and smoothed out the crumpled plastic bag that contained the spicy soup.
Then, looking at Fu Chenlie, her lovely face broke into a sweet smile, "Mr. Fu, you... might be accustod to finer things, so you might think these don't look very appealing, but actually, they are unrivaled treats. Fu Group is so big, with so many employees beneath you, not everyone can enjoy a delicate, freshly ground soy milk and freshly baked bread every morning—this kind of breakfast sold outside is their everyday norm."
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