After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

After leaving the residential area, Lu Shiyi went straight into Starbucks.

Seeing her best friend, she forced a smile and asked, "How dare you drink coffee this afternoon? Aren't you afraid of having insomnia?"

"I don't dare to use someone else's air conditioner for free, for fear of being kicked out."

As Tang Yiran spoke, she noticed that her friend's complexion was not good and that she was holding pregnancy oil in her hand.

"Eleven, why did you bring the pregnancy oil back again? What happened?"

Lu Shiyi sat down opposite her friend, feeling somewhat down.

She didn't repeat those hurtful words to her friend, she just gave a rough outline.

Tang Yiran was also furious after hearing this. "This family is too good at pretending. Yao Yao is about to give birth. I heard that postpartum depression is terrible. You did the right thing. It's better for her not to know for the time being."

Lu Shiyi kept her head down and didn't say much. She knew that her younger sister was about to face a very difficult road ahead.

The two sat in Starbucks for a while and then left.

On the way back, Lu Shiyi was filled with thoughts. She didn't know when that family would drop their pretense, or when her sister would find out.

Why is it that behind the seemingly perfect marriage of my sister lies such a multitude of problems?

My parents live far away in our hometown. They love me dearly, so I should love my younger sister even more.

Her mind is a complete mess right now...

When Lu Shiyi got home, she pushed open the door and saw her husband sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She changed into slippers, washed her hands, and then went over and sat down on the sofa.

After a moment of silence, his voice was low and forlorn:

"Mr. Fu, you are right."

Fu Cheng frowned slightly and turned to look at Lu Shiyi, who was some distance away from him.

What she's saying is nonsensical.

"I overestimated human nature. I shouldn't have judged others from my own perspective."

Fu Cheng understood; it was related to his sister's in-laws' family.

But wasn't she going to see an art exhibition?

Fu Cheng didn't ask any further questions. If she wanted to tell him, she would, and if she didn't, he wouldn't press her further.

But why do I have this strange feeling in my heart?

Because she agreed with what I said?

Impossible, am I really lacking that much?

Fu Cheng immediately gave a negative response.

After saying that, Lu Shiyi didn't say anything more. She got up and walked towards the second bedroom.

"Mr. Fu, you should get some rest too."

Fu Cheng watched his wife's lonely figure and finally hummed in agreement.

That night, Lu Shiyi tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Even when she finally fell asleep in the latter half of the night, she dreamt all night long.

the next morning.

Lu Shiyi, sitting at the dining table, saw Fu Cheng come out of the room and looked up to greet him, "Good morning, come and have breakfast."

Fu Cheng walked silently past, and when he glanced at Lu Shiyi inadvertently, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

However, he still went to the dining table and sat down.

After a moment, Fu Cheng spoke first, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Lu Shiyi was somewhat surprised that her cold-faced husband actually took the initiative to talk to her.

She looked up and replied politely, "I slept very well, all the way until dawn."

Fu Cheng: "..."

He glanced at the woman opposite him; above her fair cheeks were a pair of dark, rounded eyes even more authentic than those of a national treasure.

Fu Cheng stopped talking and lowered his head to eat his breakfast.

Lu Shiyi figured it out last night: all the bad things happening now might actually be a good thing for her younger sister.

People have to learn to grow up eventually; no one can rely on anyone else for a lifetime.

What she needs to do is help her sister grow, not grow up for her.

After figuring these things out, her frustration gradually dissipated.

After breakfast, Lu Shi asked while clearing away the dishes, "Mr. Fu, did you forget to bring back your lunchbox from last time?"

When she was preparing lunch in the morning, she searched for a long time but couldn't find another lunchbox. She remembered that it was quite expensive when she bought it.

Fu Cheng: "…………"

He overlooked this.

"I left it at the office and forgot to bring it. I'll bring it back tonight."

Fu Cheng wanted to continue telling his wife, "You don't need to prepare lunch for me anymore; I can eat at the company."

But the words stuck in his throat.

Because he could anticipate his wife's next words: "It's okay, we have to prepare anyway, it's just one more person involved. No company meal is as reassuring as one's own cooking."

Thinking about this, he decided to just let it go and bring it along.

After confirming that she had forgotten to bring her lunchbox, Lu Shiyi put the remaining food in the refrigerator and then went out.

After Lu Shiyi left, Fu Cheng called his bodyguard Aqi and said, "Buy another set of the same lunchboxes that you handled last time."

Archie across from him was on the verge of tears. He had only glanced at the food in the box before the last incident and couldn't remember what the lunchbox looked like at all.

But he didn't dare to ask the boss directly. Sigh, who can understand the hardships of working people?

Fu Cheng returned to the company. In his office, he flipped through the documents on his desk while his secretary reported on his day's schedule.

"08:30 - 10:00, company senior management meeting. According to statistics, all employees attended and no one was absent."

"10:10 - 10:30, Discuss cooperation matters with Mr. Fang of Fangxin Technology."

"10:50 - 11:40, proceed to the Nanshi project site."

"11:40 - 12:00, Attend the project signing ceremony."

......

Fu Cheng rubbed his temples and instructed his secretary, "Notify President He to meet directly with Fangxin Technology without going through me."

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

After saying that, the secretary left the office.

Fu Cheng glanced at his watch and got up to head to the conference room.

This is the company's monthly senior management meeting, where he is the arbiter, deciding whether or not various solutions are approved.

After the meeting ended, Fu Cheng was the first to stand up, and the others then gradually prepared to leave.

He Ze, the CEO who was closest to Fu Cheng, got up and followed behind Fu Cheng as the two walked out of the conference room one after the other.

"Old Fu, do you have any special instructions for the meeting with Fangxin Technology later?"

In the entire company, He Ze is probably the only one who dares to call himself "boss".

He Ze and Fu Cheng were childhood friends and graduated from the same university. He was very capable, which is why Fu Cheng poached him with a high salary to serve as the executive general manager of his group. He Ze lived up to expectations, achieving remarkable results and earning Fu Cheng's deep trust.

Fu Cheng glanced at He Ze and casually said, "You talk to them, you're in full charge."

Clearly, he had complete confidence in He Ze's abilities and was so used to addressing He Ze that he didn't bother to argue.

As the two walked and talked, Fu Cheng caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye when they passed the reception room.

He stopped, took a step back, and glanced at it again.

The man inside, dressed in a suit and sitting solemnly, was the same man from the photo of my grandfather last time.

Seeing this, He Ze also stopped, glanced into the reception room, and said, "This should be Mr. Fang from Fangxin Technology."

"Fang Mingyu?"

When Fu Cheng was reviewing documents in the morning, he saw information about Fangxin Technology. Years of work experience had honed his skills, allowing him to memorize the core information with just a glance.

He Ze nodded. "Yes, it's him. I'll come over and talk to him later."

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng's sharp gaze was fixed on the man inside.

It turns out, his rival in love is named Fang Mingyu...