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

Probably, Fu Yanhe’s tone had been so sincere that Gu Wenning had an illusion for a moment—an illusion that he had really helped rescue Fu Yanhe.

As soon as the absurd thought crossed his mind, Gu Wenning shook his head slightly.

Had he gone crazy? When had he become so easy to trust others and believe everything they said?

Hadn’t the losses he suffered in the past been enough?

If he handed over his goodwill and trust too easily, he would be looked down upon and not taken seriously.

And being bewitched, or something like that, sounded like whimsical nonsense.

Gu Wenning pursed his lips as the cold white light in the stairwell shone on him, making his face look even paler.

Fu Yanhe found Gu Mingxu’s WeChat account and, without hesitation, blocked and deleted it. Afterward, he showed his phone to Gu Wenning.

“Look, honey, I deleted Gu Mingxu, and I promise I will never have any contact with him again,” Fu Yanhe vowed.

Gu Wenning remained noncommittal.

At Fu Yanhe’s insistence, they added each other on WeChat, and Fu Yanhe left happily.

Five minutes later, just as Gu Wenning took a cup of hot water and was about to take his medicine, the screen of his phone lit up with several unread WeChat messages.

He didn’t need to think twice to know who had sent the messages. After all, the picture of a glittering golden dragon was quite conspicuous, and his WeChat nickname was also very bold and straightforward; “I Love My Wife.”

When he clicked in, he saw several WeChat messages;

[Honey, I’m getting in the car.]

[The moonlight is beautiful tonight, my wife, I’m thinking of you.]

[Wife, do you miss me? Just a little bit?]

[I bet you’re thinking of me. Lovers always understand each other. Since I’m thinking of my wife, of course, he’s thinking of me too.]

Gu Wenning scrolled through the messages, a slight curve forming on his lips.

The real person talked a lot and could also chat endlessly on WeChat. Even though Gu Wenning hadn’t replied, so many messages had been sent.

Although Fu Yanhe was a little narcissistic, with brain circuits that seemed a bit strange, he was surprisingly not annoying.

Meanwhile, after leaving, Fu Yanhe began to miss his wife.

God knew how much he wanted to live with him, be by his side constantly, and hold him in his arms at night…

But it seemed his wife wasn’t yet accustomed to his rhythm and hadn’t agreed to live with him. He had wanted to move in with him but was rejected.

Missing him intensely, Fu Yanhe began bombarding Gu Wenning with WeChat messages, trying to get his attention. He wanted to share everything he thought and saw with him.

One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed…

He sent texts, emoticons, and even voice messages, but there was no response. Fu Yanhe couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated and lost.

“Xiao Li, under what circumstances would someone not reply to WeChat?” he asked.

Driver Xiao Li thought to himself that he was just a driver. Why was his boss asking him such a profound question? It wasn’t just about not replying to WeChat—the boss was obviously asking why his wife hadn’t replied to his messages.

“There could be lots of reasons. Maybe the phone’s out of battery, maybe they haven’t looked at their phone, or maybe they didn’t notice…” Xiao Li suggested.

Though, in Xiao Li’s mind, the reason was clear; the boss’s wife simply didn’t want to reply. If it were him, he wouldn’t want either. Sometimes, he wished he were deaf so he wouldn’t have to hear the boss’s voice messages to his wife. They were unbearable.

No one had told him that being a driver would involve eating so much “dog food,” like having his head forced down into a plate of it. Xiao Li screamed internally.

Sure enough, it wasn’t easy being a worker in this world. He couldn’t complain, so he silently shed tears of bitterness.

After listening to Xiao Li’s analysis, Fu Yanhe found an objective reason for why his wife hadn’t replied. It must have been due to external circumstances—it definitely wasn’t his fault.

He just wanted to share his daily life with him. Sharing was part of love.

When Gu Wenning was about to go to bed, he received another WeChat message from “I Love My Wife.”

It was a decent message of safety.

Gu Wenning moved his fingertips and replied with the word “ok.”

Fu Yanhe was as excited as if he had just received thrilling news.

His wife had replied to him. He must care about him. He didn’t say it verbally, but he cared for him in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have cared whether he returned home safely.

‘I must save this message. This is the first time my wife has replied to me on WeChat. It’s very memorable and must be treasured,’ he thought.

Looking at the time, it was half past ten at night.

It was getting late, so Fu Yanhe barely contained his excitement and sent a “Good night, wife” emoticon. After that, he sent an image of two cute, big-headed cats sleeping together, facing each other.

The adorable emoticon made Gu Wenning chuckle a little. He could almost picture the expression on Fu Yanhe’s face, probably identical to the big-headed cat.

On the other hand, after returning home, Fu Yanhe stayed up almost the entire night, frantically searching the Internet for love advice like “how to quickly get closer to the person you like,” “what kind of man is most popular in love,” and “twenty small details you must pay attention to when pursuing someone.”

Not only that, Fu Yanhe also ordered a bunch of love books, such as [Love Guide], [Dating Rules for Couples], and [How to Make the Person You Love Fall in Love with You.]

Although Fu Yanhe was very confident in his own charm and wasn’t worried that his wife wouldn’t like him, he still had a sense of urgency. His wife was so attractive and excellent—he must be popular. He needed to act quickly, follow his pace, and make him fall in love with him sooner. His goal was to defeat all the suitors who coveted him and ensure he was the only “royal” partner.

So learning was essential.

As the saying goes, “Live and learn.”

After not sleeping all night, Fu Yanhe was still full of energy. He first sent a morning greeting to his wife on WeChat, freshened up, and then drove to see him. Along the way, he bought breakfast from the famous restaurant.

Gu Wenning woke up at seven o’clock. With no classes in the morning, he planned to head to the school library to read, gather information, and work on a paper. After getting ready, he opened the door—and bumped right into Fu Yanhe.

Today, Fu Yanhe looked entirely different from yesterday. He wore a light-coloured tracksuit with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscular arms. A sports headband sat on his head, with a few strands of black hair hanging down messily at the edges of the band, giving him a carefree and rebellious look.

If yesterday Fu Yanhe had appeared as an elite professional, today he resembled a healthy, cheerful college student. His sunny smile, revealing eight neat white teeth, added to his youthful and energetic aura. One could easily mistake him for a college student, and people might even believe it if he were out more often wearing this. But in reality, Fu Yanhe had been away from university for seven years.