Was she giving him the cold shoulder?!
The man teetered on the brink of rage, barely resisting the urge to pick up his plate and smash it on Wen Ran.
Having followed Fu Chenlie for many years, Cheng Cheng could see the stormy anger hidden beneath his calm exterior and suddenly didn’t know what to do.
If it were a work-related issue, however difficult, he would find a way to solve it.
But this was a matter between Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu.
How was he, a re employee, to diate between a husband and wife?
He didn’t know what misdeeds he must have committed in a past life to beco the only person in the entire company who knew that his boss and the new driver were husband and wife.
Cheng Cheng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
At that mont, Fu Chenlie suddenly spoke up, "Have her change seats, sit in front, she’s blocking my view."
Cheng Cheng, "..."
Mr. Fu, can you spare , please?
Wen Ran was eating her al with her back to them, but she heard every word Fu Chenlie had said.
She knew Fu Chenlie was deliberately making things difficult for her, purposely embarrassing her.
Her embarrassnt would bring him inner joy.
Mocking and targeting her was his greatest source of pleasure.
Looking at the half-eaten bowl of noodles, she put down her utensils, stood up, and walked toward the elevator.
She wasn’t going to eat anymore.
Wasn’t she allowed to leave?!
Noticing that Wen Ran had left, Cheng Cheng, forehead beaded with sweat, said to Fu Chenlie, "Mr. Fu, Mad..."
He had barely uttered the word "Mad" when the man’s icy, piercing gaze shot toward him, and he quickly changed his tune, "Mr. Fu, the driver has left."
Fu Chenlie asked with visible displeasure, "Am I blind?"
"Just eat your al," said Cheng Cheng.
"Are you giving orders?"
Cheng Cheng was holding back a lot of frustration inside and finally just shut his mouth.
Fu Chenlie glanced at the lunch in front of him: "Eat this al," he commanded.
After saying that, he stood up and also headed toward the elevator.
Cheng Cheng, "..."
He seriously wanted to give thanks.
...
After going upstairs, Wen Ran entered her own driver’s rest room.
Sitting in the swivel chair, her mind was filled with Fu Chenlie’s repeated acts against her, and when his face, more handso than anyone’s, turned to her, it was always filled with more malice and mockery than anyone else’s.
But in the end, what had she done wrong?
Her only selfish desire was to find a better lawyer for her father, to get so money quickly to pay for Grandma’s dical expenses.
Beyond that, she really didn’t know what she had done wrong.
Wen Ran sighed.
Sohow, Jiang Wan Ning suddenly ca to mind.
Wen Ran hoped she would co back soon.
Once she was back, all of Fu Chenlie’s attention would be on her, and she, the nominal Mrs. Fu, would be relieved of her role.
In her eyes, even if Fu Chenlie had an affair with Jiang Wan Ning, going out with her every day, booking hotel rooms, she wouldn’t mind it in the slightest; she would even be more grateful than if she were praying devoutly to Buddha!
As long as it spared her from the daily mockery and targeting.
Ding—
Her cell phone rang.
Wen Ran took out her phone from her pocket, only then rembering that she hadn’t checked the ssages that had co in during her driving practice.
She opened the phone to find a ssage from Jiang Yan.
Half an hour ago, Jiang Yan asked her, "Ranran, guess who’s back?"
Just now, she sent another ssage, "What are you busy with? Today, Qin Zeyu contacted , asking for your contact information. Ranran, it’s Qin Zeyu, rember him?"
Qin Zeyu...
Seeing that na, Wen Ran’s mind instantly beca a ss.
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