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

Oh my god, his wife had praised him. He had really praised him. He had personally complimented him on how awesome he was.

Fu Yanhe was a little in disbelief and couldn’t help but ask, “Wife, what did you just say? Could you say it again?”

Gu Wenning bent his eyes, shook his head, and replied lightly, “I’m almost at school, so I won’t say anything more.”

Soon after, the video call was hung up.

Fu Yanhe felt that his wife had deliberately changed the subject, but he had no evidence.

What a pity. Why hadn’t he turned on the recording to capture his wife praising him?

Although he regretted it, Fu Yanhe quickly comforted himself. If his wife had praised him once, he would surely do it a second and third time. The days were long, and they had plenty of time ahead. There was no need to rush this moment. Praising over a screen was good, but what truly mattered was hearing his compliments face-to-face.

It had to be said that Fu Yanhe’s optimism was remarkable. No matter the situation, he seemed capable of enlightening himself and crafting his own logical explanations that made perfect sense to him.

With a happy and light mood, during the company’s quarterly meeting that afternoon, all the senior staff in attendance unanimously felt that their boss was in an unusually good temper. The atmosphere at the meeting could almost be described as gentle and refreshing, a stark contrast to the stormy and oppressive tone of past meetings. For once, none of the subordinates left feeling beaten down and humiliated.

One manager realized with a jolt that the execution plan submitted by his department had a glaring error. A careless employee had moved a decimal point one place back, creating a significant gap in the calculations. If they had followed the current plan, they wouldn’t have achieved their goals no matter how hard they worked.

The manager braced himself for Mr. Fu’s usual fury, especially since he had just seen another manager leave the president’s office pale-faced and dejected. But none of his expectations came true. Mr. Fu calmly pointed out the error in the plan, asked him to revise it before resubmission, and even offered constructive guidance on areas of improvement.

By the end of the meeting, the manager who had narrowly avoided disaster still felt like he was dreaming.

He had passed the test so easily. When had Mr. Fu become so mild-mannered?

“It must be because of the boss’ wife. Haven’t you noticed that since Mr. Fu fell in love, he’s become much more approachable and easier to talk to? If this had happened before, tsk tsk tsk…”

The speaker was a female supervisor. Her analysis was clear and logical, and the colleagues around her nodded in agreement, their expressions showing sudden understanding.

“Then why am I still dealing with a violent and vicious Mr. Fu?” a puzzled manager asked.

“Maybe you were just unlucky and caught Mr. Fu in a bad mood. This is fate, hahaha…”

“Ah, my life is too bitter.”

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At four o’clock in the afternoon, Fu Yanhe received a call and ended his workday early.

Lately, he had made a habit of going to find Gu Wenning after work. Sometimes, he went directly to the school, and other times he showed up at Gu Wenning’s residence, cornering him like he couldn’t function without being near him.

But this time, instead of going to see Gu Wenning, Fu Yanhe instructed the driver to head to a private hospital owned by the Fu Group.

The doctor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat, adjusted his glasses and spoke in a serious tone. “Mr. Fu, based on these medical records, it is almost impossible to fully cure the patient’s illness.”

The records, of course, did not belong to Fu Yanhe but to Gu Wenning.

Although Gu Wenning had deliberately avoided discussing his illness and rarely mentioned it to him, Fu Yanhe had been aware of it from the beginning. He had seen Gu Wenning’s frailty during his bouts of illness and couldn’t remain indifferent. Even though he knew that investigating Gu Wenning’s condition behind his back might upset him, Fu Yanhe had still asked someone to look into it. He had also contacted a renowned international doctor to return to the country.

Hearing the doctor’s words, Fu Yanhe felt his heart sink, and his face grew sombre.

The doctor added, “Mr. Fu, there’s no need to lose hope just yet. ‘Almost impossible’ means there’s still a possibility. Furthermore, these records are from a year ago. The patient’s condition might have improved since then. There’s hope for recovery in the future, but everything will depend on seeing the patient and conducting detailed examinations.”

“When can the patient come to the hospital?”

Fu Yanhe was silent for a moment before replying in a low tone, “He can’t come for the time being.”

He recalled how Gu Wenning had avoided hospitals altogether and frowned, wondering how he could convince him to cooperate with the examinations and follow-up treatment. It was unlikely to be easy.

Fu Yanhe had found several painkillers in Gu Wenning’s belongings, which he likely used to manage his discomfort. He also discovered that Gu Wenning hadn’t gone for a hospital review in over a year. It seemed like he had given up on caring for his health.

Under such circumstances, getting Gu Wenning to cooperate with treatment would require patience and careful planning. If he mentioned it casually or too abruptly, it might only touch on his wife’s sadness.