A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 135: Delivering Lunch

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Delivering Lunch

Shen Yanhe paused slightly, thinking about her conversation with Fu Yanhe from last night, and chuckled dryly before pulling up a chair to sit down, "No."

"Really?" Jiang Yun raised her eyebrows at her, clearly not convinced.

But she didn’t probe further, simply serving her a Xiao Long Bao, and said, "You know, small conflicts are common between couples."

"But as they say, a couple that fights before bed reconciles by the end," Fu Yanhe’s temper is just as bad as his father’s, you on the other hand should be more tolerant. Obsessing over conflicts can hurt the feelings between husband and wife."

Shen Yanhe ate her bun earnestly and nodded silently.

She felt curious about Fu Weizhi, Jiang Yun’s father-in-law she had never met, who was mentioned for the first time.

When she was sent over to the Shen family, Fu Weizhi was not in the country and had not returned from abroad since then.

Over these days, she hadn’t seen Fu Weizhi contact either Jiang Yun or Fu Yanhe, nor had they mentioned him.

In the Fu family, his presence was like that of an invisible man.

Yet, he was the one who had single-handedly built the family business.

Such a person couldn’t be ordinary.

"Yanhe went to the company early today, he must be starving by now," Jiang Yun winked playfully at Shen Yanhe.

"Why don’t I make a lunchbox for you to bring to him at the company? It might improve the relationship between you two?"

Shen Yanhe initially wanted to decline, but upon hearing that the lunchbox would be made by Jiang Yun herself, she agreed, "Then, I’ll trouble you, mom."

She hadn’t forgotten about that tampered egg custard yet.

Jiang Yun might seem harmless in front her now.

But Shen Yanhe would keep an extra layer of vigilance around her.

Thinking of this, a hint of regret flashed through Shen Yanhe’s eyes.

She should have taken the opportunity last night to tell Fu Yanhe about Jiang Yun’s poisoning.

However, these past few days, her whole mind had been preoccupied with their child, leaving her no chance to mention it to him.

This would be a good opportunity to bring up the issue while delivering lunch.

Whether he believed it or not was up to him.

Jiang Yun, lively, had already prepared the lunch and packed it into a thermal box for her.

"Hurry up, it’s already half past eleven, Yanhe must be getting hungry."

Shen Yanhe grabbed the thermal box and headed out, "Then, I’m leaving now."

The Fu family driver had the car ready outside for her.

Shen Yanhe got into the car, and the driver headed towards the company.

As they passed a printing shop, Shen Yanhe asked the driver to stop, went into the shop, and printed out the test results Jiang Yifeng had sent her.

While waiting for the printouts, she went into a nearby fast-food restaurant, re-packaged some dishes, and then carried everything back to the car.

The Fu family driver, diligent as always, didn’t ask her what she was doing. He started the car only after she had buckled up.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Fu Corporation.

The driver got out of the car, walked around to help her open the door, "Madam, we’ve arrived at the office. Do you need me to contact the young master for you?"

"No need." Shen Yanhe got out of the car and looked up at the imposing skyscraper in front of her, and the ’Fu Corporation’ sign hung at the top of the building.

"I’ll find him myself."

This was her first time at the Fu family’s company.

The leading wealthy family of Haicheng truly had an impressive company.

Shen Yanhe carried the thermal box and several fast-food bags encased in white plastic, with the just printed out test report under her arm, freed her hand to take out her phone, and sent a message to Fu Yanhe.

[Zi Yue]: I’m downstairs at your company, have someone come pick me up in a bit.

After sending the message, Shen Yanhe walked towards the Fu Corporation.

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At that moment, in the President’s office.

A stunningly handsome man with distinct features sat behind a large black desk.

The man, dressed in a tailored black suit, appeared tall and stately, emitting an air of aristocratic grace. The gold-rimmed glasses on his face added an extra touch of refinement and composure.

In front of the desk stood a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was incessantly swallowing, appearing very nervous.

"Did you do this market research report with your feet?"

Fu Yanhe’s face was cold as he slapped the material onto the desk.

The sound made the middle-aged man shrink back, not daring to utter a sound.

"The Fu Family pays you a high salary not for you to fool me with research materials that even a primary student could produce."

Fu Yanhe’s expression remained icy as he coldly eyed the middle-aged man, "Go back and redo it. If it’s not done well next time, you can pack up and leave."

The middle-aged man hastily grabbed the documents from the desk and scrambled out, "Okay, okay."

Only after the middle-aged man had shut the CEO’s office door did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The colleagues waiting outside to submit their documents saw the middle-aged man’s state and their hearts skipped a beat, pulling him aside to ask, "Were you scolded?"

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and nodded, whispering, "Be careful not to talk too much later. I don’t know who provoked the BOSS, but his temper is quite bad today."

He lifted the documents in his hand, "I’ve worked hard on this market research report, but he said I did it with my feet."

His colleagues looked at him with sympathy, and the next one who had to go in suddenly looked disheartened.

The employees of the Fu Corporation all knew that their boss was very capable.

But he was hot-tempered, lashing out with biting remarks at the slightest disagreement, leaving you without a shred of dignity.

A few days ago, his temper had been mild, affording them a comfortable stretch of days until today... when his venomous temper returned.

They didn’t know who had upset him.

They hoped that whoever had provoked him would come quickly to smooth things over!

They couldn’t take much more!

Inside the office.

Fu Yanhe’s slender hand pressed against his furrowed brow, gently massaging it, his eyes half-closed concealing the surging emotions beneath them.

Last night, on a whim, he had made up a terrible excuse to spend the night with Shen Yanhe. He had intended to be tender when he woke up, but then he remembered she had asked him for time.

Not to disturb her.

Fu Yanhe had come to the office first thing in the morning.

Yet even at the office, he couldn’t settle down, his mind filled with thoughts of her.

Just then, the phone on the desk vibrated.

Fu Yanhe reached out to pick up the phone and unlocked it.

When he saw the message from Shen Yanhe, the coldness in his eyes instantly melted.

Fu Yanhe immediately picked up the phone on the desk and called Wu Fang outside, telling him to bring Shen Yanhe up.

When the next employee came in nervously with documents for Fu Yanhe to sign, Fu Yanhe briefly reviewed them, pointed out a few deficiencies very gently, and allowed him to go back to improve them before dismissing him.

When he left the office, the employee was still somewhat dazed and hadn’t recovered yet when he was surrounded by colleagues.

"Are you alright? You look bewildered. Didn’t the BOSS yell you into stupidity?"

"BOSS didn’t scold me." The employee held the documents and smiled foolishly, "He just told me to improve on the deficiencies."

Another colleague who had come out of the office also looked perplexed and joined the conversation, "BOSS didn’t scold me either, he just signed the documents right away."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man’s face twisted, "Huh? Why was I the only one scolded?"

The other employees cast sympathetic glances toward him.

A female secretary mysteriously leaned in and motioned toward the executive-only staircase, whispering, "Hey, I just saw Brother Wu Fang going to the elevator, it seems like he was going to meet someone."

"Do you think, maybe our BOSS’s wife is here? That’s why he became so gentle?"

The employees thought this made sense, and though they seemed to return to their workstations, they were actually sneaking glances in the direction of the elevator.

Meanwhile.

Shen Yanhe had just entered the company when she was stopped by the receptionist.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"I’m looking for Fu Yanhe." Shen Yanhe lifted the packed lunch in her hand, "I came to bring him lunch."