Fu Shi was at the old mansion comforting Grandmother, while Nan Yin arrived home smoothly.
The little girl wasn’t content to settle down even after getting home. After taking a bath, she lay sprawled on the soft bed, playing with her hair as she sent a voice message to Fu Shi: [What are you doing, brother? Still at the old mansion? Thank you for dinner today and for arranging the driver.]
After sending it, she smiled and lay on the bed, flipping through a design magazine.
On Fu Shi’s end, he received her message just as Grandmother had stopped crying. She looked at him eagerly and said, “So you promise, you’ll bring her back this weekend?”
“No bringing just any random woman for me, understand?”
Fu Shi nodded. “I know.”
After speaking, he glanced at his phone. Thinking Nan Yin had sent a text, he accidentally tapped on it too quickly.
As a result, right in front of Grandmother, Nan Yin’s sweet, coquettish voice played: Brother—
Thank you, brother—
It was dripping with sweetness.
Soft and tender, unbearably pleasant to the ears, making even Grandmother blush. Then, she immediately widened her eyes and glared at Fu Shi. “You rascal, you’re hiding a little sweetheart?”
“Who is this? Your girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?”
“Who is she? How far have you two progressed?”
“So, you’re bringing her back this weekend, right?” Grandmother excitedly grabbed Fu Shi’s hand, chattering away nonstop. Fu Shi’s brow furrowed deeply.
“Grandmother, she’s not,” Fu Shi said in a low voice, denying it.
Should he not have tapped on her message just now?
She always liked catching him off guard like this.
Fu Shi tried his best to deny it, but Grandmother wouldn’t believe him. What decent man would keep an unrelated girl in his WeChat? And allow her to call him “brother”?
Wasn’t this playing with ambiguity?
Their family upbringing didn’t allow him to engage in such ambiguity.
“Stop lying to me,” Grandmother glared at him. “If she’s really not your girlfriend, why is she calling you ‘brother’? And thanking you for treating her to dinner?”
“And sending her home?”
Fu Shi lowered his gaze, truly at a loss for words. “She’s my high school classmate. It’s not what you think.”
Grandmother snorted, shaking her head three times in refusal. “I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it. Even if the heavens sent a Bodhisattva, I wouldn’t believe you.”
“Bring her back this weekend, understand?” After saying this, before Fu Shi could refuse, she snatched his phone and, imitating Nan Yin’s tone, sent a cute, coquettish voice message to Nan Yin’s chat: [Hello there, I’m Fu Shi’s grandmother. Come to our house for dinner this weekend, okay?]
Ding. After speaking, she sent it.
Beside her, Fu Shi was utterly speechless.
Did Grandmother have to set him up like this?
He was already afraid of being toyed with by Nan Yin, and now this? Was she directly pushing him into the fire pit?
“Grandmother, we really are just classmates,” Fu Shi gritted his teeth and explained.
Grandmother snorted, ignoring him. “I don’t care!”
“I want to meet her.”
With that, Grandmother stood up cheerfully and headed to the study to gossip with Old Master.
Fu Shi quickly grabbed his phone and replied to Nan Yin: [Sorry, my grandmother took my phone.]
[Don’t take it seriously.]
After sending it,
he waited for Nan Yin’s reply.
On Nan Yin’s end, she was still in shock. She had just heard Fu Shi’s grandmother’s voice. The old lady was so adorable, actually inviting her to dinner at the old mansion this weekend??
Oh my, wasn’t this moving a bit too fast?
But wait, what was Fu Shi doing?
How did he tell Grandmother about her? A series of questions lingered in Nan Yin’s mind.
Before she could figure anything out.
Fu Shi sent an apology text.
Seeing it, Nan Yin smiled faintly at the corner of her lips: [Did your grandmother hear my voice message?]
[But I really took it seriously.]
[Shall we go back to the old house together this weekend?]
Fu Shi: …
[This is a misunderstanding.]
Nan Yin curled her lips, refusing to listen, and continued with a voice message: [Brother, don’t try to weasel out of it. Your grandmother invited me.]
[I’m done chatting. I need to rest.]
The sly little woman cut off his rejection and exited the chat first.
At the old house, Fu Shi looked at her reply, his brow twitching—
Along with a strange, tingling sensation that seemed to stir at the tip of his heart.
Early the next morning, Fu Shi went to the company.
As soon as he arrived, his assistant Qin Deng greeted him with a smile, holding a cup of black coffee prepared for him: “Good morning, President Fu.”
“The suitable design draft you were looking for—I finally found it for you today.”
Thanks to his late-night review of the submitted artwork.
He finally selected the most fitting design from thousands of submissions that aligned with their company’s philosophy.
It had to be said, this designer was truly impressive.
Moreover, they had previously worked at the most renowned design studio in the capital, so they were definitely not a novice.
They were worth collaborating with.
“What does it look like?” Fu Shi took the black coffee from him, taking a sip as he asked.
Qin Deng quickly pulled out his tablet and showed Fu Shi the design by Nan Yin—a stunningly lit illustration of a low-altitude aircraft integrated with futuristic, technologically advanced buildings.
Fu Shi glanced down, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.
He had been searching for a designer to promote his company’s products recently. After posting a collaboration announcement, they had received tens of thousands of submissions.
But none had satisfied Fu Shi, and he thought he would have to wait longer.
Unexpectedly, he found one today.
He was very pleased with this design.
Curling the corner of his lips, he turned and asked, “Where is the designer from?”
From his tone, Qin Deng could tell he was interested and immediately replied with a smile, “President Fu, the designer is from the capital, named Wen Ling.”
“She previously worked at Rui Ou Company, the largest design firm in the capital.”
Qin Deng hadn’t looked further into the company’s shareholders or its top designer, Nan Yin.
He had only glanced at Wen Ling’s background, checked the company’s qualifications online, and found it satisfactory, so he kept it.
“In her reply to the submission email, she mentioned that she recently returned to Su City to start her own business, which is why she applied for our collaboration.”
This explanation didn’t raise any suspicions.
Fu Shi nodded: “Alright, that works.”
“Coordinate a time with her online and have her sign a contract with us.”
Qin Deng understood and quickly replied, “Yes, President Fu. I’ll take care of it right away.”
Fu Shi took his black coffee and headed back to his office.
After working for just over an hour, his phone rang—Nan Yin was calling. Fu Shi hesitated whether to answer.
But ultimately, unable to endure the ringing, he took a deep breath and answered: “What is it?”
On the other end of the line, the little woman wasn’t using her usual flirtatious tone. Instead, she sounded aggrieved and anxious: “Fu Shi, can you come back?”
“The air conditioner in your house is broken.”
“It’s so hot, I’m going to get heatstroke. Also, the porch light is broken, and I don’t dare call a repairman since I’m a girl alone in the apartment…”
Fu Shi: ??
She doesn’t dare call a repairman, but she dares call him?
How is she so sure he can fix a lightbulb?
Or does she just want to order him around?
“Should I call a repairman for you?” Fu Shi didn’t want to go back.
He was afraid of getting too close to her.
Nan Yin refused, immediately whimpering and crying: “You’re okay with leaving a girl like me alone with a repairman?”
“If that’s how it is? Suit yourself.”
The little woman cried coquettishly, deliberately provoking him.
Fu Shi had no temper left with her, suppressing a certain emotion as he lowered his voice and said, “Wait.”
He was really going crazy.
She was deliberately teasing him, wasn’t she?