Sun Shasha pouted.
“Then I won’t quit either. I’ll stay and keep being overworked like a mule.”
Fang Xihe clenched her fist.
Once she became a little rich woman, she would immediately quit this crappy job.
Just endure it a bit longer.
For now, she still needed this job to support herself.
Even if she had ability, the original owner’s academic background was here, and she had only just graduated from university.
Finding another job might not necessarily be better than this one.
The entire sales department was shrouded in a low-pressure mood all day.
But no one went to look for Zhao Jing.
Fang Xihe did not work overtime at night.
She left right on time.
Sun Shasha saw her leave and followed her.
Zhou Lin also left after seeing them go.
Later, most of the sales department gradually left.
Zhao Jing came out with a document and saw the empty sales department, froze for a moment, and her expression turned very ugly.
On the subway, Fang Xihe messaged Shang Chenzhou:
“I’m off work, on the subway. When are you coming home? I’ll cook and wait for you.”
No reply came for a long time.
Probably busy.
After twenty minutes, Shang Chenzhou replied:
“I’ll be back later. No need to prepare dinner for me.”
Fang Xihe thought for a moment and got off the subway halfway, transferring to another line.
She bought a bowl of wontons from a roadside shop and took them with her.
At the foot of the office building, the same security uncle recognized her and smiled.
“Here to see Mr. Shang?”
Fang Xihe nodded.
“Bringing him some food.”
“Oh my, Mr. Shang is lucky!”
“Uncle, I’ll go up now.”
“Go ahead, go ahead.”
Fang Xihe took the elevator upstairs.
Several companies shared this floor. She walked to the entrance of Shang Chenzhou’s company.
Inside, two people were gathered around Shang Chenzhou.
One was Han Junshao, the other was Fu Tang.
They were discussing work.
Not far away stood another male employee.
There were only four people in this company?
Fang Xihe didn’t interrupt and waited at the door.
It was Han Junshao who noticed her first and narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
His face was clearly unfriendly.
Fang Xihe knew it was all caused by the original owner’s past behavior, and she couldn’t explain, so she simply smiled.
“Hello.”
Han Junshao frowned.
“Who told you to come? Leave. We’re working.”
Just as he finished speaking, someone pushed him from behind. He stumbled into the wall.
He was about to curse, but when he turned around, he met Shang Chenzhou’s cold gaze.
Annoyed, he rolled his eyes and walked away, even glaring at Fang Xihe before leaving.
Fang Xihe didn’t care and happily handed the packaged wonton to Shang Chenzhou.
“Eat it quickly. It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
Shang Chenzhou took it.
“Have you eaten?”
“I’m not hungry. I’ll eat later.”
“Come in.”
“Will I disturb you?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
She followed him inside.
Fu Tang was also surprised.
“Why are you here?”
Fang Xihe said calmly,
“I was afraid he wouldn’t eat properly, so I bought him something to eat.”
In front of others, she didn’t call him “husband.”
Shang Chenzhou glanced at her but said nothing.
Fu Tang felt like he had been struck by lightning.
“Why are you suddenly treating Chenzhou so well?”
“He is my husband. Isn’t it normal for me to treat him well?”
Fu Tang: “……”
He looked at Shang Chenzhou, who still had his usual expression, unreadable.
Then he looked back at Fang Xihe.
Something felt different about her.
He had seen her a few times before.
Pretentious. Fake.
At the beginning she acted soft and sweet while chasing Shang Chenzhou, clinging to him every day.
But after she got him, she changed. She was often absent and looked at him with faint disdain.
As an experienced “romantic expert,” he could see it clearly.
She wasn’t suitable for Shang Chenzhou.
But unexpectedly, Shang Chenzhou, usually so smart, had been almost bewitched by her—he even married her, borrowed money from him to rent a place and buy a ring.
They had tried to persuade him back then, but failed.
They thought she wouldn’t even agree to marry him.
So they didn’t worry too much.
Then one day, Shang Chenzhou came to the company and gave them wedding candy, saying it was his and Fang Xihe’s.
They were completely stunned.
They couldn’t understand why she agreed to marry him.
But they were worried for him.
They believed she didn’t truly love Shang Chenzhou.
While Fu Tang was lost in thought, Shang Chenzhou led Fang Xihe to a corner.
They ate the wonton together, taking turns feeding each other.
Fu Tang twitched his mouth.
She clearly didn’t want to eat, but Shang Chenzhou insisted on feeding her.
And they even used the same spoon.
Her face burned.
After finishing, Shang Chenzhou went to throw away the trash, and she followed closely.
“You’re not full? I should’ve bought two bowls.”
“I’m fine. I’ll have a late-night snack later.”
“You’re working overtime?”
“More or less.”
“That’s too hard.”
“This period is critical.”
Startups were always exhausting.
“Hubby, your efforts will pay off.”
She encouraged him sincerely.
Shang Chenzhou looked at her deeply.
Then he reached out and held her hand.
His palm was warm and dry, giving a sense of security.
In the office, an employee whispered:
“The boss and his wife have such a good relationship.”
Fu Tang narrowed his eyes.
“You know nothing. It’s all an act.”
“Ah? Doesn’t look like it. They seem so sweet.”
“She’s acting.”
The employee was confused.
Han Junshao came out from the restroom and saw them holding hands. His expression darkened.
The sweeter it looked now, the worse she would fall later.
She wasn’t sincere at all.
After throwing away the trash, Shang Chenzhou sent her to the subway entrance.
She held his hand reluctantly.
“I’m leaving.”
He gently patted her head.
“Go in. Lock the door when you sleep.”
“Mm.”
She walked into the station step by step, looking back repeatedly until he disappeared from sight—then her expression returned to normal.
She slapped her face.
She might actually be able to enter the entertainment industry.
She was too good at acting.
Back at the company, Han Junshao and Fu Tang immediately confronted Shang Chenzhou.
“Chenzhou, don’t be fooled by her. She’s acting.”
“Yeah, don’t fall into the trap. She’s definitely up to no good.”
Shang Chenzhou’s expression turned cold.
He glanced at them.
“You’ve crossed the line.”