President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him - Chapter 21

Probably because he had heard too many bad jokes before going to bed, Gu Wenning actually had a dream about telling bad jokes. There was a voice in the dream that kept telling bad jokes, and he could hear it clearly even if he covered his ears.

When he woke up the next day, Gu Wenning was not in very good spirits. He was in a daze and felt even more tired after sleeping than he had before.

The feeling of having other people at home was different. As soon as Gu Wenning opened the door and walked out, he saw a tall figure busy in the kitchen, which smelled like fireworks.

“Honey, get up and wash up quickly before eating.”

Fu Yanhe turned around when he heard the sound, showing his signature smile.

Gu Wenning’s mind was not completely clear at that time, and he was in a state of confusion, so he didn’t feel anything wrong after hearing Fu Yanhe’s words. He went to wash up obediently.

The toothpaste was squeezed out, and Gu Wenning thought that Fu Yanhe was quite scheming and very thorough in his attentiveness, considering such small things.

In the kitchen, Fu Yanhe carefully put the hard-fried love eggs on the plate and placed a love sandwich on it before bringing it to the dining table. He also put a cup of hot milk on it and placed another identical one on the opposite side for breakfast.

Fu Yanhe took out his mobile phone, took a few photos, selected the one he was most satisfied with, and sent it to Moments with pictures and text attached.

[Remember the first love breakfast I made for my wife! With my wife’s love, I will definitely be full of energy today!]

As soon as he finished posting to Moments, Gu Wenning had already come out, thanked him softly, sat down, and started eating.

The fried eggs were heart-shaped, and the sandwiches were also heart-shaped. Gu Wenning’s eyes moved slightly.

It was such a hard work; even the sandwiches could be shaped into heart shapes.

“How does it taste? Is it delicious?”

Fu Yanhe was a little worried and a little expectant.

His cooking skills could only be said to be average. He was not a kitchen killer or anything like that, but he could not be considered a master. He could only say that the food he made was edible and would not cause any problems.

It was true that the Fu family was a wealthy family, but Fu Yanhe had always lived independently and taken care of everything on his own while studying abroad. He was really not the kind of eldest son from a wealthy family who never touch the dishwasher. He had mastered basic kitchen skills.

However, Fu Yanhe hadn’t been in the kitchen for a long time. Since he returned to China, he had hired a cook to be responsible for his three meals a day. Sometimes he was only responsible for one meal a day. Lunch and dinner would be served in the kitchen, while he solved breakfast outside.

Although the heart-shaped fried eggs in front of Gu Wenning were quite decent now, there had been several nondescript-looking fried eggs that had been born before. Those were all failed experiments. After learning from the failures, Fu Yanhe finally fried an egg that looked more like a heart and then gave the one he thought was more perfect to Gu Wenning.

Gu Wenning’s eyebrows moved slightly; he nodded and said calmly, “It’s pretty good.”

Although the taste was a little salty, it was not without its merits. At least the shape was good, the presentation was beautiful, and it was pleasing to the eye.

A simple sentence, three words, fell into Fu Yanhe’s ears, but it sounded like music from nature.

His wife praised him, praised him, praised him for his good cooking skills, and praised him for making a great breakfast.

Was there anything happier in this world than getting praise and recognition from his wife?

Of course, there was. If his wife praised him a few more times, even if it lasted all day and night, he would never get tired of hearing it.

After breakfast, Fu Yanhe went to work.

To be honest, he was reluctant to go. He wanted to be with his wife. Even if they were not dating, as long as he was with him, it felt like they were dating.

But today was only Thursday, not the weekend yet. He had a business meeting in the morning. He had to go, even if he wanted to skip work.

So, Fu Yanhe sighed and left for work with a bitter look on his face.

As a man, working for his family was a must, so Fu Yanhe changed his mind and enlightened himself that he could earn money by going to work. By earning money, he could support his family and his wife. As for worrying about finances in the future, he would rush forward, roll up his sleeves, work hard, strive to get ahead, and earn more money. A hundred billion net worth was nothing; he must add one more hundred billion to make a difference.

After Fu Yanhe left, Gu Wenning found that the originally empty refrigerator had been filled.

There were a lot of items in the refrigerator divided into categories, including food, such as fruits, bread, and a lot of green vegetables, and drinks, such as pure milk, yogurt, and soy milk.

Gu Wenning had never filled the refrigerator so full himself. Occasionally, it would be good to fill a box. Most of the time, the refrigerator only contained some quick milk and bread.

Did he regard this place as his home? Gu Wenning couldn’t help but think.

There were no classes, and the paper was finished. Gu Wenning did not go to school, so he just read and drew at home.

Although the overall area of the house was not large, it did have a study room. It was precisely because of the study room that there was no room for a guest room. However, when he bought this house, Gu Wenning had never considered that anyone would stay overnight. The main reason was that except for Fu Yanhe, no one else had stayed overnight.

As soon as Gu Wenning picked up the brush and sketched the outline of a character on the paper, he heard the doorbell ring.

Standing outside the door was his friend Yu Mo.

“Gugu, long time no see! I miss you so much. You don’t know how I’ve spent these days. I was almost going crazy rushing to finish the script. I swear, I will never delay the script next time…”

As soon as they met, Yu Mo started to complain to Gu Wenning. He sincerely recounted with tears how hard he had been working during the past few days, living in dire straits.

In addition to being a third-year college student, Yu Mo was also a part-time novelist and a popular author. Compared with those who could constantly write 10,000 or 20,000 words a day and still update daily without interruption, Yu Mo was not that diligent. He always put off updates. The authors who were late yet had real skills gave the editors the biggest headache. Every month, they had to make desperate phone calls to urge Yu Mo to submit the manuscript.

Gu Wenning was already used to this. After listening to a lot of long-winded complaints that could be summed up in two words, he lightly mentioned other things and changed the topic.

“Gugu, didn’t you meet your marriage partner that day? Didn’t he act like a cool boss? As soon as you met, he took out a check as compensation and asked you to cancel the engagement? Or did he pretend to be serious? I can just imagine it; ‘I want you to be my wife!’ Let me tell you, many marriages between wealthy children are exchanges of interests…”

As Yu Mo spoke, he looked at Gu Wenning with a pitiful expression, as if Gu Wenning had been greatly wronged, his expression extremely distressed.

Gu Wenning was about to say something when he heard Yu Mo continue without even taking a breath, “When something like this happens, we have to look at the offer and accept the check. It would be better if the price could be increased. If there is an agreement, we will sign it. What kind of feelings are you looking for? Money is more practical. There is a saying that money is not everything, but money is absolutely necessary.”

“If someone wants to have a contract marriage with me, not about feelings but about money, food, accommodation, and lifestyle will be included, I would definitely agree without a second thought. Who would have trouble with money around?”

Gu Wenning had to admire Yu Mo’s imagination. He was worthy of being a novelist, with a rich and unconstrained imagination.

Yu Mo’s original intention was to persuade Gu Wenning. After all, if he didn’t have any feelings, he could just break off the engagement. If they were married, they would be husband and wife. There was no need to make things too tense.

But he obviously came in vain because the development of the story was not what he thought at all.

Yu Mo was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. “What did you say? He wanted to get the marriage certificate with you? And he hugged you? He spent the night at your house?”

“Hey, dear, I’m here to remind you, Gugu, in this way, you’ll be able to do something extraordinary. You can make the CEO of the Fu Group fall with just one meeting. He’s in a state of ecstasy. It’s amazing. Quickly pull your old husband’s picture… No, if you have a chance, make an appointment and let me see what kind of thing is, our Gugu’s husband?”