CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19: THE CHARMING OVERBEARING CEO’S CUTE LITTLE WIFE

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Lu Ci and the others often say one thing: It’s better to believe in ghosts than to trust Fu Shihan’s words.

It’s not without reason.

There is no surveillance in the guest room; the study and master bedroom are under surveillance.

Fu Shihan came to the study after smoking and turned on the computer to check the surveillance footage of the master bedroom, staring intently at the woman on the screen.

Su Wanxin first sat on the floor in a daze for quite some time before slowly getting up to survey the room she was in.

Fu Shihan’s bedroom was very large, connected to a walk-in closet. She walked to the wardrobe and, forsaking the bathrobe and pajamas that might be misunderstood as too intimate, took out a white T-shirt and entered the bathroom. She reappeared on the surveillance screen after a few minutes.

With Fu Shihan’s height being 187 cm, his clothing was extremely loose on her, easily doubling as a nightgown.

Su Wanxin sat at the edge of the bed drying her hair, looking down and fiddling with her phone, first telling Zhan Che that she had something come up and wouldn’t be going back, then she made a call to Mu Suyu.

Mu Suyu, after seeing her being taken away by Fu Shihan earlier that night, originally wanted to slip away too, but was blocked in her room by Lu Ci and his powerful squad for an hour, interrogated like the police would a criminal.

Receiving Su Wanxin’s call, Mu Suyu cried and complained.

"The traps of high society are so deep! So frightening! I don’t want my heroine to marry a CEO anymore!"

Su Wanxin: "..."

And here she was, still thinking about the novel she was writing, "The Flirty CEO’s Cute and Spoiled Wife" — quite dedicated indeed.

Su Wanxin admired her dedication, and offered to tell her more dark aspects of high society if she wanted, to completely disillusion her with the idea of that realm.

"It’s fine not to marry the CEO. Isn’t your heroine a third-rate actress? Let her go back to the countryside; even the village party secretary is not bad. You can change the title of the book to ’The Tyrannical Village Party Secretary Falls for Me.’"

Mu Suyu hummed and hawed for a long while, but in the end couldn’t give up her CEO dream, and declined Su Wanxin’s kindly meant suggestion before hanging up to work on her manuscript.

Inside the study, Fu Shihan’s eyes never left Su Wanxin, watching her wear his clothes and lie on his bed, his throat inevitably felt dry, and certain parts of his body stirred with longing for the first time in a while.

Su Wanxin tossed and turned until late into the night before finally feeling a bit drowsy, and when she did fall asleep, it lasted until morning. After washing up, she went downstairs to look for Fu Shihan, curious to see how he would torment her today.

In the dining room on the first floor.

Delicious seafood congee and light side dishes were laid out on the dining table, beside which sat a man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, handsome as if he were the distinguished male lead from an American TV series.

Su Wanxin retracted her gaze and sat down, but before she could ask, she heard Fu Shihan say: "Still want to go back to work at Su’s Fund?"

"Yes!"

"Eat, then change your clothes. I’ll take you there."

Su Wanxin cheered up upon hearing this; although she was the president of Su’s Fund, no one would believe her without Fu Shihan’s intervention, because her share certificate was still at the Fu Family’s place.

Fu Shihan seemed well-prepared for everything, even arranging her clothes for her. Su Wanxin secretly sighed; actually, Fu Shihan could sometimes be quite humane.

Driving to Su’s Fund, Fu Shihan’s appearance immediately drew frequent glances.

The obsequious general manager approached Fu Shihan, asking if he had any instructions. Su Wanxin stood up straight, waiting for Fu Shihan to announce her position as the president here.

Unexpectedly, she heard him say —

"Nothing much. Just dropping off a worker here. Do with her as you please."