Fu Chenlie glanced at her: "Are you really that worried about Ms. Jiang?"
"How could I not be? Mr. Lu not only dislikes her but also always thinks she’s soone his second uncle arranged in the company to spy on him. Now he feels that she’s not just placed in the company, but also by his side, surely harboring a lot of resentnt and misdirected anger toward Ah Yan."
"Jinglun is asured in what he does, don’t overthink."
Wen Ran disagreed, giving him a half-smile: "asured in what he does? He was asured last ti by deliberately making Ah Yan drink with President Huang?"
Seeing her getting upset, the man squeezed her hand: "Alright, let’s not talk about others’ matters anymore."
Ah Yan is not just anyone.
Ah Yan is her best friend.
They’ve known each other since middle school, going to and from school together every day. Sotis when she had things delayed and was almost late, Ah Yan would always wait for her and be late together.
She was chubby as a child and couldn’t run in PE classes. Every ti, not only would Ah Yan run with her, but when she was tired, he would willingly stay as the last, misfit person, accompanying her in humiliation.
Back then, she swore if Ah Yan ever needed her, she would help him without hesitation.
But these things, Wen Ran didn’t say to Fu Chenlie.
Ah Yan is her friend, not his. Even as husband and wife, she can’t ask too much from him.
As a husband, he helped her deal with President Huang for Jiang Yan, and that was already kind enough.
...
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the Huan Island Villa.
Aunt Wu had already prepared lunch.
They washed their hands and went into the dining room to eat.
Wen Ran was very hungry, and while Aunt Wu’s cooking was already good, she ate a bit hastily.
Halfway through eating, she noticed the man sitting across from her was eating slowly, seemingly lost in thought, his entire body exuding "absent-mindedness."
Unable to hold back, Wen Ran asked: "Husband, what are you thinking about?"
Fu Chenlie raised his eyes to et hers, smiling warmly: "Nothing, let’s eat."
As he spoke, he added so dishes to her plate.
She nodded, saying "Oh," and continued eating.
Suddenly, Wen Ran felt the al wasn’t as delicious as it first was.
He wouldn’t voluntarily tell her what he’s thinking, but she couldn’t help but speculate.
Fu Chenlie is soone who has always been adept and strategic in the business world.
Moreover, he has always kept his work and life very separate, so she really couldn’t link his absent-mindedness while eating with his work.
But if it’s not work-related, then it must be emotional.
Related to Jiang Wan Ning?!
This morning, while she was in the exam room, he was waiting for her in the café. Did Jiang Wan Ning call to disturb him again?
Wen Ran couldn’t guess the specific reason, feeling puzzled, her mood unknowingly becoming lancholic as well.
Not long after lunch, Fu Chenlie drove her to the exam venue.
Wen Ran had never been good at holding back words, so after thinking it over, she voiced her doubt: "You don’t seem quite right, did you encounter sothing troubleso?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes, you were absent-minded during the al, which never happened before. And now, while driving, your expression is different from usual."
Fu Chenlie chuckled: "I didn’t expect Madam to pay such close attention to ."
She leaned against the seat back and said slowly: "You’re my husband, the person who lives under the sa roof with , the joyful partner for the rest of my life. If I don’t pay attention to you, should I pay attention to strangers on the street who have no connection to ?"
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