Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Fang Fei, who knew nothing about it, felt very bored after a comfortable period of eating and sleeping, so she took some time to draw every day.

Gouache, sketch, Chinese painting...

Several paintings of each type were painted, and the study room was no longer enough. Fu Jingchuan said that the basement could be cleared out for her to use.

"Isn't the basement used to store wine?" Fang Fei asked.

"Anyway, I've given up drinking, and there's little chance I'll drink again in the future. I can give most of them away, keep a few classic ones for guests, and put the wine cabinet against the wall, so it doesn't take up much space."

"Then I really thank you."

Fu Jingchuan did what he said. At that time, he asked the most famous designer within the Fu family to design the study. The construction team arrived the next day, and it was expected that the underground studio would be completed within a week.

There is a construction team working at home every day, which is quite noisy. Fang Fei follows Fu Jingchuan to work in Yike.

All her colleagues were working on the manuscript, and she was the only one idle. She went to Gao Mingkai to discuss whether she could prepare a new design theme.

Gao Mingkai pointed at his colleagues in the office with his chin: "You have completed multiple works in just a few months. If you publish them again, they will be under pressure."

Fang Fei said: "It's good to have pressure. Only when you are under great pressure can you push yourself and make greater progress."

Gao Mingkai shook his head: "But too much pressure will also make them think that they are inferior to others and give up on themselves."

Seeing that Fang Fei was not convinced by this statement, Gao Mingkai sighed and said, "Actually, these words were said by Mr. Fu. I went to see him in the office a while ago and I mentioned that I wanted to give you a new project. Mr. Fu meant the same thing as what I just said to you. There’s not much of a difference.”

Taking Fu Jingchuan's car back in the evening, Fu Jingchuan saw that Fang Fei was unhappy, so he asked Fang Fei what was wrong.

"Don't you know clearly?"

Fu Jingchuan looked at Fang Fei's chest for a long time: "I also want to be able to read minds and be the person who understands you best, but it's a pity that I don't have this skill."

"Young poor man, you know that I am so idle that you don't allow Gao Mingkai to arrange new projects for me."

Fu Jingchuan was amused by Fang Fei's pitiful look: "Just because of this little thing?"

Fang Fei was so laughed at that she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "Is this a trivial matter? You clearly know that I like to work, and work can give me infinite happiness, and you still say that."

Fu Jingchuan nodded: "I know, but when you get busy, your work and rest are reversed, resulting in serious lack of sleep. I want you to live a regular life, don't be like me..."

When Fu Jingchuan said this, he paused: "In short, the body is the capital of the revolution. You have lived very hard since you were a child, but you don't have to now. And you care that you have created a lot of value, so slow down appropriately. Rest."

"And painting jewelry designs too restricts your imagination and freedom. Your other paintings are also very good, and you are happier when you paint them. You can paint more, and I will open a painting exhibition for you if you have a chance."

Fang Fei knew that Fu Jingchuan almost blurted out his illness, and when she heard that he temporarily stepped on the brakes and pulled back, she felt quite heavy in her heart.

She had been waiting for him to take the initiative to mention his illness, but he seemed to be apprehensive and never showed any signs of saying anything.

And it was even worse for her to ask directly.

I am afraid that once it is exposed, the current harmony may be destroyed again.

Hearing the second half of Fu Jingchuan's words, her depressed mood became excited again: "Art exhibition?"

"Correct."

"You want to hold a painting exhibition for me?"

Fu Jingchuan was amused by Fang Fei's joyful and shrill voice: "Why are you so excited? It's not like we don't have the strength."

"Of course I was excited. I really like painting. I have had a dream of opening a painting exhibition since I was a child. Later I turned it into a way to make a living. At first I was happy, but gradually it became a bit utilitarian. I was lost, and at the same time I lost my enthusiasm, and I didn’t even dare to think about the art exhibition, but now you have awakened my dream.”

Fang Fei seemed to be glowing as she said this, and Fu Jingchuan was so dazzled that he couldn't take his eyes away: "Then do it boldly, and I will help your dream come true."

"Okay."

With her new goal in mind, Fang Fei stopped going to the company the next day and instead worked as a supervisor at home.

The construction team were all employees of Fu's Consortium, and they all knew that Fang Fei was the future boss's wife. With the boss's wife watching, everyone did not dare to neglect, and they were even more energetic when working.

The construction period was seven days, but it was completed in five days.

The furniture and painting-related tools that Fu Jingchuan had expected in advance were also delivered the next day. After everything was put in place, Fang Fei looked at the things in the house and was so excited that she shed tears several times.

Fu Jingchuan saw the moisture in the corners of her eyes and wanted to wipe her tears, but she avoided it and hid in Fu Jingchuan's arms.

"Don't look at it, it's so ugly."

"It's not like I haven't seen it before, and you're not ugly at all when you cry, you're also very beautiful."

Fang Fei shook her head: "I have longed to have an independent painting studio since I was a child, but my family conditions are very poor, so I can only keep it as a wish in my heart. You helped me realize my dream. This is a very happy and happy moment. , I want to remember it.”

Fu Jingchuan touched her face gently: "What dreams did you have when you were a child? Tell me and I can help you realize them."

The smile on Fang Fei's face faded a little: "Don't say it, otherwise you will be too greedy."

"There is no such thing as greed or not, you tell me."

Fang Fei raised her head and looked at Fu Jingchuan: "I want to make a lot of money, live in a big house with my mother, and no longer have to bear the fear of being evicted at any time because of rent or the landlord temporarily taking over the house."

Fu Jingchuan patted Fang Fei on the back: "It's okay, your mother will feel your feelings."

Fang Fei huddled in his arms and said after a while: "I hope so."

The basement was made of environmentally friendly materials. Fang Fei painted there for several hours that day, and there was basically no smell. However, Fu Jingchuan made several trips and delivered many plants that could purify the air.

Fang Fei felt a little helpless and pointed to the air conditioner: "It's okay to change the air. Don't worry too much."

The next day, Fang Fei didn't even eat breakfast, so she went into the basement to paint. Aunt Juan asked her several times for lunch before she went up.

While eating, Fang Fei asked Aunt Juan if she had taken the medicine well. Aunt Juan's eyes flickered: "I have."

Fang Fei put on a serious face: "Aunt Juan, you can't lie, you have to tell the truth to me."

"It's really delicious."

Fang Fei nodded: "Okay, I will count the medicines later to see if the remaining number matches the number of times you have taken it."

Aunt Juan was worried that Fang Fei was serious, so she slowly relaxed: "I didn't eat this morning."

"forget?"

"Not really, but I feel like after taking that medicine, my brain doesn't work well and I always forget things."

"for example?"

"For example, you just put your phone somewhere a second ago and forgot about it in the blink of an eye; or you wanted to do something, but you turned around and couldn't remember it on the way to do it."

Fang Fei's heart sank when she heard this, and Aunt Juan was like a child who was afraid of punishment for doing something wrong, begging her not to tell Fu Jingchuan.

"It's okay not to tell Fu Jingchuan, but Aunt Juan, you have to tell the truth. How many days have you not taken medicine?"

"About...about two or three days."

"Can you be more specific?"

Aunt Juan gritted her teeth and her heart skipped a beat: "It should be five days."

"Aunt Juan, you can't do this without taking it. Where is the medicine? I'll bring it to you."

Aunt Juan complied with a guilty conscience, but Fang Fei was a little worried. She went back to the basement and called Zhou Weiwei and asked her if she had time to come home recently.

Zhou Weiwei said: "I'm on day shift today, so I can come tonight, but your tone is very serious. Did something happen to you?"

"Well, Aunt Juan is sick and has Alzheimer's disease. She is very resistant to going to the hospital. We are afraid that she won't be able to bear it, so we haven't told her yet. You are a doctor. If you come to the house and talk about some cases of improvement through active treatment, maybe you can persuade her. Let her take the initiative to go to the hospital."