9 – Care
Despite going to bed very late last night, Shen Yu still got up early in the morning.
After washing up in the bathroom and changing his clothes, he opened the door and walked out.
On the table were two bowls of congee and a few warm steamed buns.
“Shen Yu, good morning. I made some yam and pork rib congee. Have breakfast before you head to the office,” Chi Wanwan said with a bright smile as she walked out of the kitchen.
“Okay.” Shen Yu nodded and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Just like last night, his right hand wasn’t convenient to move, so he still used his left hand to eat the congee.
Chi Wanwan sat beside Shen Yu and glanced at the gauze on his hand. She said softly, “I’ll help you change the dressing again in a bit.”
“Sure,” Shen Yu responded indifferently.
“Also… last night was my fault. I got you hurt. This is my responsibility. Until your wound heals, I’ll stay home and take care of you. If there’s anything you need me to do, just say so.”
This was the decision Chi Wanwan made after returning to her room and lying in bed. After all, she had accidentally injured Shen Yu, so she should take on the responsibility of caring for him.
“Then prepare three meals a day for me. Also, my clothes—send them to the dry cleaner’s.”
Chi Wanwan nodded repeatedly. “Mm-hmm, no problem. Leave it all to me.”
The clothes Shen Yu wore were made of fine fabric with exquisite craftsmanship, but Chi Wanwan couldn’t tell what brand they were.
They might have been tailor-made.
She knew that many types of fabric could only be dry-cleaned, not washed with water.
“I’ve already put your lunch in a thermal lunch box. Take it to the office with you later.” Chi Wanwan smiled tenderly, her eyes curving like crescents.
Shen Yu was a bit surprised but still nodded. “Got it.”
He hadn’t said anything, yet Chi Wanwan had quietly prepared his lunch.
After changing the dressing on his wound, Shen Yu put on his leather shoes at the entryway. Chi Wanwan came over carrying a lunch bag and handed it to him.
Shen Yu looked at the pink lunch bag and was silent for a few seconds.
“Isn’t there any other bag?”
“This is the only one that can keep things warm. Sorry, I’ll go buy one in another color later.”
Shen Yu took the lunch bag from her hand, picked up the Volkswagen car keys, and walked out the door.
After parking the car at the company, Shen Yu didn’t even glance at the pink lunch bag on the passenger seat.
Walking into the luxurious and magnificent lobby of Fuhai Group, employees greeted Shen Yu one after another.
“Hello, President.”
“President, good morning.”
Shen Yu nodded slightly and walked past the crowd waiting for the elevator, stepping into the president’s private elevator.
When it reached the 23rd floor, the elevator doors slowly opened.
Fang Ziheng was standing at the elevator entrance waiting. “President, the project materials you requested are all ready. Shall I call the relevant personnel for a meeting now?”
“No need. Let me take a look first.”
Walking into the office, Shen Yu casually tossed the Volkswagen car keys to Fang Ziheng.
“Ziheng, there’s something on the passenger seat. Go get it for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fang Ziheng walked out of the office, still a bit puzzled, feeling that his boss’s expression was somewhat odd.
When he opened the car door in the parking lot, he immediately understood!
This pink, girly lunch bag was probably prepared by the madam.
No wonder the president didn’t take it himself and had him go get it.
Fang Ziheng carried the pink lunch bag down the company corridor, drawing considerable attention.
“Assistant Fang, you finally found someone?”
“Your partner even cooks for you and brings it over—you’re really lucky.”
Fang Ziheng: “…”
Want this luck? Do you want it??
But Fang Ziheng could only grumble inwardly. Taking the blame for the boss was the most basic professional conduct for an employee.
Fang Ziheng silently placed the lunch bag into the CEO’s office.
At noon, when mealtime arrived.
Shen Yu opened the pink lunch bag. The lunchbox inside was pink too.
He finally couldn’t take it anymore. He took out his phone and sent Chi Wanwan a WeChat message.
Shen Yu: Buy a lunchbox in a different color too.
Chi Wanwan saw Shen Yu’s message and quickly replied: Okay, I’ll go buy one this afternoon.
Opening the lunchbox, there was meat and vegetables inside, still warm and fragrant.
Perhaps because of his injury, Chi Wanwan had made tonight’s meal lighter.
But it didn’t affect the taste at all—it was still delicious.
In the evening, Shen Yu finished work and drove home. He walked into the living room and glanced around—no one.
He glanced into the kitchen—still no one.
Only when he reached the door of Chi Wanwan’s room did he faintly hear sounds. She seemed to be on the phone with someone inside.
“Yeah, I understand…”
“Sister Chen, I know everything you’re saying. But my family member is injured, and I really can’t get away these few days.”
“Sister Chen, saying that isn’t fair.”
“Which time wasn’t it after others had picked over the leftovers that it came to me? No matter how bad the scripts the company arranged were, I never refused before.”
The door was half-open, so Chi Wanwan’s words all fell on Shen Yu’s ears.
Shen Yu really hadn’t expected that Chi Wanwan would give up a hard-earned acting opportunity for his sake.
And even have such an unpleasant dispute with her agent.
Chi Wanwan wasn’t very famous and didn’t have many resources. Every opportunity was especially important to her.
After finishing the call with her agent, Chi Wanwan walked out of her room and saw that Shen Yu had already returned and was sitting on the sofa.
“Shen Yu, you’re back. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Chi Wanwan’s voice sounded a bit muffled.
With that, she turned and went into the kitchen.
Shen Yu stood up, walked to the kitchen doorway, and leaned against the doorframe.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Chi Wanwan was a little taken aback. Was Shen Yu concerned about her right now?
“Nothing. Just something about work.” Chi Wanwan didn’t know how to bring it up.
Because Shen Yu’s hand was injured, if she went into the production team at this time, how would he take care of himself alone at home?
Chi Wanwan didn’t want to say these things.
After all, she was the one who had injured Shen Yu, so she should take care of him during this time.
These past two days, Chi Wanwan had been feeling grateful that she hadn’t hit his head.
Otherwise, it would really have been killing her own husband.
Shen Yu could tell that Chi Wanwan didn’t want to say more, so he didn’t press further. He went back to his room, turned on his computer, and looked up information on Xingyao Entertainment.
Xingyao Entertainment was the entertainment company Chi Wanwan was currently signed to.
In the entire entertainment industry, this company could be considered mid-sized. Among the artists under the company, only two were first-tier.
The other artists were third- or fourth-tier, or just extras.
As for that agent, Chen Jie, her reputation was absolutely terrible.
Chen Jie was famously known in the industry as a “love matchmaker.”
To put it nicely, she was a love matchmaker. In reality, she made those female celebrities.
Accept the unspoken rules from the capital class.
The further he read, the tighter Shen Yu’s brows furrowed.
We can’t let Chi Wanwan continue following an agent like this.
Not only would she fail to get good resources, but the most terrifying thing was that you never knew when Chen Jie might sell her out.
If Chi Wanwan were a stranger, so be it—Shen Yu wouldn’t meddle in others’ affairs.
But now, no matter what, she was still his nominal wife…