After finishing her resume, Su Luoyan stretched and yawned, only to realize it was already 10 o’clock.
She couldn’t help but frown. Did socializing really need to go this late? After a moment’s thought, she opened WeChat and sent a message to Fu Cheng Shen.
Su Luoyan: Brother, remember to buy me sanitary pads. I’m waiting to go to sleep [cute].
This hint should be clear enough.
Fu Cheng Shen stood at the entrance, his handsome appearance particularly striking among a group of entrepreneurs with beer bellies and thinning hair.
“President Fu is truly young and accomplished. I wonder if you have a girlfriend yet?”
Fu Cheng Shen smiled politely and skillfully shifted the responsibility to Old Master Fu. “Not for the time being. That’s something our family’s Grandfather has to decide.”
Upon hearing this, everyone understood. Although this was a new era where young people advocated for freedom in marriage, the Fu family was a prominent household. Any marriage would certainly require the approval of Old Master Fu and the current head of the Fu family.
One of the executives said regretfully, “I have a niece who is a doctoral student at Beijing University. I was hoping to introduce you two.”
Fu Cheng Shen replied, “It seems I won’t have that fortune.”
“It’s my niece who lacks that fortune. I wonder which fortunate young lady will be so lucky in the future.”
“…”
After exchanging pleasantries with the group of executives, the driver pulled up in the car. Lin Sheng opened the rear door, and Fu Cheng Shen got in.
Lin Sheng handed the phone to Fu Cheng Shen and took his seat in the front.
The phone sensed a face and lit up, showing an unread WeChat message. Fu Cheng Shen tapped the screen, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, his brows and eyes relaxing.
“Xiao Lin, keep an eye out for a convenience store along the road. I need to buy something.”
“Understood, President Fu.” Lin Sheng was always considerate. “What do you need? I can go buy it.”
“No need. I’ll go myself.” Otherwise, if Yan Er found out someone else had bought it for her, she’d get upset again.
Convenience stores weren’t hard to find. After driving through two intersections, they spotted a 7-11. Assistant Lin parked the car right at the entrance.
“President Fu, we’re here.”
Lin Sheng signaled the driver to stop, then shifted slightly and glanced back at the rear seat. Their president was working on his laptop. The streetlights outside the window cast a soft glow on his profile through the glass, his handsome features faintly visible in the darkness, as if bathed in a gentle light, making his demeanor appear much softer.
Even as a man, Lin Sheng felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. He suddenly understood why fans were willing to go to extremes for their idols, happily spending their money without hesitation. Who wouldn’t be captivated by such beauty?
Between President Fu and Miss Su, he wasn’t sure whom to envy more.
Fu Cheng Shen looked up and saw the car parked by the roadside, right in front of the convenience store. Lin Sheng got out of the car and opened the rear door, his hand level with the doorframe.
With the boss heading inside, the driver also stepped out to take a breather during the shopping break. Leaning against the car door, he lit a cigarette and offered one to Lin Sheng, who took one from the pack. The two stood by the roadside, smoking.
The convenience store was quiet at night, with few customers. The clerk sat bored behind the counter, lost in thought. The automatic door slid open, letting in a cool breeze. She looked toward the entrance and suddenly saw a tall, handsome man walk in, instantly snapping her out of her drowsiness.
“Welcome.”Fu Cheng Shen walked past rows of shelves and found the sanitary pad section on the third aisle. Faced with a dazzling array of products, he picked up each one to examine, as seriously as if he were studying industry reports and contracts.
He selected several night-use pads with different specifications and brands, took photos, and sent them to Su Luoyan.
The call connected quickly, and the girl’s coquettish voice came through the phone, “Brother, are you back yet?”
“I’m still shopping, I’ll be back soon. Take a look and tell me which one you want.”
“** brand, 400MM.”
Fu Cheng Shen immediately found that brand, pulled two packs from the shelf, then located brown sugar on another shelf and took a pack before heading toward the checkout counter.
“What are you doing?”
“In your study, just picked up a book to pass the time,” Su Luoyan said while flipping through the pages.
Fu Cheng Shen handed the items to the cashier. “Hello, please check me out.”
The cashier quickly took the products, stealing a few extra glances at the handsome man while scanning the barcodes.
“That’ll be 38 yuan. Would you like a bag?”
Fu Cheng Shen said, “One, please,” then spoke into the phone again, “I’ll pay first, we can talk more when I get home.”
As the cashier packed the items into the bag, she kept glancing at the man out of the corner of her eye.
She couldn’t help but think how considerate he was—buying sanitary pads for his girlfriend in the middle of the night, and with such a pleasant voice too. But alas, handsome men always belonged to someone else.
“Sir, please scan the code here.”
Fu Cheng Shen opened his payment code, and with a “beep,” the payment went through.
Even after he had walked out, the cashier was still lingering in thought. Then she saw the handsome man get into a large G-Class SUV, which looked incredibly luxurious and imposing just from its appearance. The cashier felt a momentary daze, as if she were an extra in an idol drama.
When Lin Sheng opened the rear car door, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the transparent bag in his boss’s hand—a certain brand of sanitary pads. Lin Sheng glanced quickly, then averted his gaze. After Fu Cheng Shen got in, he promptly closed the door and took his seat in the passenger side. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had inadvertently glimpsed his boss’s private life.
“Xiao Lin, you’ll preside over the Fu Corporation meeting tomorrow. I may not be in the office in the morning,” Fu Cheng Shen said, flipping through the next day’s schedule to make arrangements.
“Understood, President Fu. Will you be coming to the company in the afternoon?”
It wasn’t that Lin Sheng was being nosy—there was a line from a poem that went something like, “Spring nights are short, the sun rises high, and the emperor no longer attends morning court.” He needed to plan his work accordingly.
Fu Cheng Shen thought for a few seconds. “It depends. If I’m not in the office in the afternoon, bring any documents that need signing to Dijing Court.”
“Understood.”