Sweet Wife in a Warm Pet Contract

"Xiaohan, Xu Yingying has been fired by you." Li Zhicheng kindly reminded her, thinking that she must be still half asleep.

"Don't joke around. The company belongs to her. How could I have the right to fire her?" Shen Menghan's voice was very nasal, and she really didn't seem to be fully awake.

But then a scene flashed through her mind: Xu Yingying staring at her with hatred, as if she were going to chop her up and feed her to the fish.

She shuddered, feeling a bone-chilling cold wash over her. Her eyes widened suddenly, and all she saw was a stark white ceiling. She pinched her cheek; it hurt.

Seeing her like this, Li Zhicheng said with amusement, "If you don't fire her, who would dare to fire her?"

"Li Zhicheng, why did you help me?" She blinked at him, a question she seemed to have forgotten to ask last night.

“You are now the young lady of the Li family. Who would dare to mess with you? They would mess with me, Li Zhicheng. If I don’t acquire the company, do you want people to laugh at us?” Li Zhicheng’s voice was very gentle, as if you could squeeze out sweet candy. His eyes were bright and dazzling. When he looked at her, he was so tender and affectionate.

"We're just in a contractual relationship, you don't need to care about these things," Shen Menghan said, pursing her lips. He made it seem like she owed him another favor.

"As long as our agreement remains in effect, we must remain vigilant at all times. In addition to protecting our loving image, we must also ensure that our image is deeply ingrained in people's minds, rather than making them think that we are just acting."

“We’re just putting on an act, so there’s no need for you to waste your money on investing.”

"I'm willing to spend any amount of money to settle anything related to you."

"...Go away, I need to brush my teeth and wash my face."

Shen Menghan quickly dodged him, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and hurried past him toward the bathroom.

Seeing her flee in panic, Li Zhicheng's lips curled up. He knew that if he persisted and coaxed her properly, she would soon fall into his arms.

The day when I have my beloved in my arms is not far away.

Shen Menghan wore a stylish white-collar outfit today. The elegant combination, along with her stunning figure, made her take several photos of herself in front of the mirror.

She thought she should send it to Qin Fengjiao first, since Qin Fengjiao is a fashion blogger. If she could get her praise, all that effort she had just put in would have been worthwhile.

Who knew that as soon as Qin Fengjiao saw her photo, she immediately dialed the number and questioned, "Tell me the truth, are you being kept by someone?"

"My God, how could you have such a wrong feeling?" Shen Menghan was both amused and exasperated. She regretted sending it to her.

"You used to wear mostly cheap clothes from street vendors, costing twenty or thirty yuan a piece. That outfit you just wore must have cost at least three or four thousand yuan. And those high heels, my goodness, you can't buy them for less than a thousand yuan. Tell me, you're a white-collar worker who only makes four or five thousand yuan a month. When did you ever spend so much money on these expensive luxury items!"

Qin Fengjiao kept talking about how she had known Xiaohan for a long time. She said Xiaohan was very frugal, taking the subway to work every day, and even taking a taxi occasionally was a painful expense for her.

"I'm just asking you how the outfit is, whether it looks good or not. Stop with the fluff, okay? All of these are knock-offs!" Shen Menghan retorted irritably. In fact, the fabric of these clothes felt different from what she usually wore, much more comfortable.

"It's beautiful, very beautiful! Where did you buy this fake? Show me around, I want to get a few too." Qin Fengjiao changed her tune very quickly.

"Okay, let's talk when we meet. I need to go to the company first. You wait here." She glanced at the time; it was already 7:50. If she went downstairs for breakfast now, she was afraid she would miss it like yesterday.

"Where are you now? The place where you just took pictures doesn't look like a clothing store. Where did you spend the night last night?" Qin Fengjiao didn't let her dodge the question.

"We'll talk when we meet, bye!"

Shen Menghan quickly hung up the phone to avoid being overwhelmed by the woman's persistent questions.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she smelled the aroma of preserved egg and lean pork congee. She took a deep breath; she loved the smell.

Who made her favorite dish, preserved egg and lean meat? She's new here, so no one probably knows her tastes; it might just be a coincidence.

She thought to herself with a hint of resentment, but still walked happily to the dining table.

Li Zhicheng pretended to be sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. When he saw her sit down to eat porridge, he secretly glanced over and saw that she was eating very happily, which made him happy too.

She glanced up and saw Li Zhicheng sitting on the sofa. She then remembered that she should invite him to eat with her, so she called out, "Li Zhicheng, let's eat together."

Li Zhicheng stood up and said softly from a distance, "Xiaohan, I've already eaten."

Husband? Shen Menghan felt like all the fur on her body had fallen to the ground! How disgusting!

"Xiaohan, Zhicheng, are you home?"

Grandma's voice could be heard outside.

Shen Menghan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Li Zhicheng had deliberately said that to her grandmother? The day before yesterday, when they were shopping, she had deliberately avoided him and had never addressed him properly. Was she now forced to face him?

"Grandma, come in, we're having breakfast."

As Li Zhicheng spoke, he walked to the door, opened it, and reached out to help his grandmother.

Runqiong smiled and nodded at him, and they walked inside side by side.

Shen Menghan quickly stood up and said very carefully, "Good morning, Grandma. Let's have breakfast together."

As she spoke, she looked towards the kitchen, thinking that Aunt Li should be there. She wanted to ask her to bring out a set of tableware, but the kitchen was empty. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in to look for it.

This was the Li family's kitchen, which she wasn't familiar with and didn't know if there were any differences between the bowls and chopsticks. In any case, she took the bowls, chopsticks, and a small spoon and came out.

When they sat down together, she took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Since Li Zhicheng was there, she took an extra set, thinking that he could use them if he hadn't eaten.

"This porridge smells so good. I haven't had porridge made by Aunt Li in a long time. However, there isn't much porridge, only two or three bowls. Xiaohan, you eat first, I'll eat when we get back."

As Runqiong spoke, she stopped looking at the porridge.

"Grandma, I'm full after one bowl. I'll just have a bottle of soy milk later. You and Zhicheng can each have a bowl. I'll serve you some."

Shen Menghan said softly, and then served them all the porridge.

Li Zhicheng hadn't expected his grandmother to come over. He had cooked just the right amount, thinking that if Xiaohan ate one bowl, he would eat two.

Now that it's one bowl per person, his portion has decreased.

“Alright, then I’ll drink it. Zhicheng, Xiaohan, you two, see if you can find some time, and Grandma will take you outside to find someone to choose a date for you to have a grand wedding of the century.” Runqiong said very casually, but their expressions froze, and they each had their own ideas.