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

"Eleven, if you're angry or furious, just vent it on me, it's okay."

Lu Shiyi's constant calmness made Fu Cheng very uneasy.

He squatted down next to Lu Shiyi, not even daring to sit on the sofa.

"I'm not angry, really."

As Lu Shiyi spoke, he helped Fu Cheng, who was half-squatting to the side, up and made him sit on the sofa.

Then, glancing at the lunchbox on the table, she asked, "Have you already eaten? Why did you bring the lunchbox back?"

Fu Cheng shook his head. "No."

He was a little puzzled. Had this matter just passed like that?

The matter of concealing his identity, which he had been afraid of for so long, struggled with for so long, and felt guilty for so long, has just passed by like this?

His wife simply mentioned the lunchbox incident and didn't blame him at all.

Fu Cheng really couldn't understand...

Could it be that Eleven doesn't care about him? Is he indifferent to his deception? Is that why he's not angry?

Lu Shiyi turned to look at the clock on the wall. "It's almost one o'clock. You must be hungry. Let's eat at home and go to the company in the afternoon."

After saying that, she got up to pick up the lunchbox and heated up the food for Fu Cheng.

“I suddenly felt like cooking today, so I made a lot of delicious food. Since you just got back from your business trip, I thought I'd bring some to you.”

As Lu Shi walked towards the kitchen, he chatted with Fu Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa.

However, Fu Cheng seemed somewhat distracted at the moment.

He now hopes that, as He Ze had said before, 'braised, stewed in oil, steamed' are warnings Lu Shiyi has given him.

Then came all sorts of violent storms.

That way, at least he can find a way to deal with it.

But now, he was completely at a loss, not knowing what to do, and felt nothing but unease.

"Eleven, are you really not angry?"

During the meal, Fu Cheng finally couldn't help but ask again.

"Do I look angry to you right now?" Lu Shiyi replied from across the table.

“When we got our marriage certificate, we were complete strangers. If it were me, I would have kept it a secret too; it’s only human nature.”

Fu Cheng kept his head down and ate without replying.

My heart is filled with guilt for my petty-mindedness and for all the concealment and deception I've kept.

“Actually, I’ve known your identity for some time now,” Lu Shiyi said calmly.

Fu Cheng, who was eating, looked up in surprise.

He didn't even notice.

“You hid it from me, and I hid it from you. We’re even now, so you don’t need to feel guilty towards me.” Lu Shiyi’s tone remained calm.

Fu Cheng chewed his food listlessly.

His wife's cooking skills were as superb as ever, but now he was nothing more than a eating machine, mechanically chewing.

My mind is completely occupied with all sorts of random thoughts.

'Two cleared'?

'You don't need to feel guilty towards me'?

Eleven really doesn't care about him anymore! Really!

At this moment, Fu Cheng was unusually vulnerable and sensitive. He had to ponder every word Lu Shiyi said repeatedly, trying to uncover the deeper meaning behind it.

This state continued until he finished eating.

This even continued when he returned to the company.

Everything remains the same.

Uneasy, anxious, and seeing things in the shadows.

In particular, ever since he revealed his identity, Lu Shiyi has never mentioned a single thing about their future life as a couple.

For example, what changes will occur in lifestyle, how should we respond, should we announce them, how should we deal with the media, and so on.

Even when Fu Cheng brought it up himself, Lu Shiyi interrupted him.

……

Fu Group, President's Office.

Looking at Fu Cheng, who was sitting at his desk, seemingly lost in thought, He Ze couldn't help but gossip.

"Old Fu, what's going on between you and your wife? You haven't said a word since you came back to the company this afternoon. I'm so worried about you."

Fu Cheng looked up and glared at him. "Stop being so gossipy. I'm not telling you, or you'll regret it!"

He Ze: "...I'm just concerned about you."

"My sister-in-law wouldn't be going to..."

He Ze didn't dare to say the rest of his words aloud, only daring to probe little by little.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Go back to your office." Fu Cheng said, then lowered his eyes to continue looking at the contract on the table, not intending to pay any more attention to it.

He Ze across from him curled his lip and said, "You've got the contract upside down, what can you possibly be busy with?"

He Ze originally didn't want to expose it; he had been holding back for a long time.

Since Old Fu wanted to get rid of him under the pretext of being busy, he wouldn't hold back either, since it wasn't him who would be embarrassed anyway.

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng glanced at the contract in his hand.

She then looked up and glared at He Ze without changing her expression. "I like looking at contracts like this, so what? Is that not allowed?"

He Ze: "..."

"Honestly, Lao Fu, how can I give you advice and help you if you don't tell me your troubles? Don't you think so?"

Fu Cheng kept his head down, continuing to look at the anti-contract, ignoring him.

"Your sister-in-law must already know who you are, but she shouldn't have reacted strongly, otherwise you wouldn't have gone back to the company this afternoon, right?"

Fu Cheng blinked his dark eyes, but still ignored him.

"Your sister-in-law didn't react strongly, but she didn't have any in-depth conversations with you either. You can't figure out what she's thinking, so you're panicking, right?"

"Which eye of yours saw me panicking like that?" Fu Cheng immediately denied.

"Old Fu, is your mouth made of titanium alloy? Go look in the mirror yourself. Even the most handsome face can't hide your worried expression."

Fu Cheng's already furrowed brows tightened even more.

After a long time.

"I am indeed a little uneasy. I feel that she doesn't care about me anymore."

Fu Cheng finally relented and expressed his concerns.

"how do I say this?"

He Ze immediately got up and moved to sit opposite Fu Cheng.

Fu Cheng couldn't stand his friend's gossipy attitude, but he still held back and gave He Ze a brief account of what had happened at home with his wife at noon.

After hearing this, He Ze frowned even more deeply than Fu Cheng.

"What kind of reaction is that?" Fu Cheng said with dissatisfaction.

"I'm telling you all this so you can analyze it for me, not so you can create anxiety for me."

"Old Fu, don't be in such a hurry. This is how I always think about problems, don't you know?"

Fu Cheng: "..."

Startled him.

He thought that He Ze's frown was a sign that the situation was serious.

Fu Cheng is now extremely paranoid.

Perhaps it was because he understood his wife, Lu Shiyi, that he felt even more uneasy, with a vague feeling that his greatest fear was about to happen.

"Old Fu, I won't say anything else yet, and I can't say for sure, but regarding whether your wife still cares about you, I think instead of guessing here, you should actually try it out."

"Give it a try?" Fu Cheng asked.

"Yes, see if your sister-in-law still cares about you and loves you. As long as she still cares about you, everything else will be easy to handle. Isn't that what you care about most right now?"

Fu Cheng paused for a moment, then asked, "How do we test this?"

He Ze scratched his head. "A self-inflicted injury ruse?"

Fu Cheng: "..."