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

Knowing that Gu Wenning had taken the medicine, Fu Yanhe put the pills back intact, then found two hot water bottles, filled them with hot water, and stuffed them into Gu Wenning’s hands, staring at him as he placed a warm water bottle on one knee. “Is the temperature, right? Is it too hot?”

It wasn’t hot, it just felt warm and soothing.

After a while, Fu Yanhe went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Gu Wenning curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

In the past few years, any rainy weather had never brought Gu Wenning a good experience. It always made him a little uncomfortable, especially when the pain was severe. It made him unable to sleep, and even when he finally fell asleep, he would wake up painfully. He lived alone and was too lazy to bother with things. He usually just swallowed the medicine, huddled in bed, and took it slow. Was it possible that part of the reason for this was a lack of willpower? After all, when people weren’t feeling well, it was hard to muster the energy to do anything.

Fu Yanhe would poke his head out of the kitchen from time to time to check on Gu Wenning. If the kitchen hadn’t been a small space, he would have wanted to keep Gu Wenning right under his nose, otherwise he would have felt uneasy.

When he stuck his head out from the kitchen again, he found Gu Wenning curled up on the sofa, seemingly asleep. He frowned slightly, walked out of the kitchen quietly, and picked up a thin blanket to cover Gu Wenning.

Looking at him from this angle, Fu Yanhe thought his wife looked so obedient and soft. The bridge of his nose was so high and straight that Fu Yanhe wanted to slide his finger down it.

It was impossible to do it, but Fu Yanhe, feeling mischievous, couldn’t help but stretch out his hand to gently scratch the bridge of Gu Wenning’s delicate nose. He pinched it several times, mischievously, until it turned red. Then, he stopped.

Seeing this, Fu Yanhe quickly withdrew his hand with a guilty conscience.

In fact, Fu Yanhe hadn’t used much force, and he hadn’t intentionally tried to wake Gu Wenning. The nose was such a fragile part of the body, and Gu Wenning’s skin was thin and fair, so every trace on his body would be very noticeable. It was easily amplified, so after just a few pinches, the tip of his nose turned red, making it look like it had been bullied.

Fu Yanhe hadn’t expected this. As he took back his hand, he silently apologized to Gu Wenning in his heart. ‘I’m sorry, wife, I really didn’t mean it. I just wanted to touch it. I didn’t mean to do anything. Honey, don’t be angry.’

Gu Wenning didn’t even know about this, so why would he be angry?

After observing for a while, Fu Yanhe saw that Gu Wenning was still sleeping soundly, showing no sign of waking up. Fu Yanhe secretly felt relieved that his wife hadn’t woken up, or he would have felt truly guilty. He knew that the quality of his wife’s sleep wasn’t great, and that sometimes he needed to take sleeping pills to help. Now that his wife was sleeping well, he didn’t want to wake him up, even by accident. Though it would have been an unintentional mistake, it was still a big deal to him.

After squatting for a few minutes, his legs were starting to feel numb. Fu Yanhe stood up and was about to walk to the kitchen to check on the soup he was making when the screen of his mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly lit up.

Fu Yanhe glanced at it casually. He swore that he really just glanced at it by accident, and never meant to pry into his wife’s privacy. The next second, he nearly exploded with anger.

The reason was that the information displayed on the mobile phone screen was extremely obscene and vulgar. At first glance, it seemed to have ulterior motives, bad intentions, and could even be described as the work of a psychopath.

There wasn’t just one message, but several had been sent one after another.

Wasn’t this just plain harassment?

Where did this lunacy come from, to harass his wife?

He had no idea how long his wife had been harassed and how many messy, unsightly messages had been sent to him.

“Mr. Fu?”

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Fu Yanhe’s hand holding the phone paused.

“My cell phone?”

Gu Wenning tilted his head with a confused look on his face. He didn’t understand why Fu Yanhe was holding his phone.

Although the phone cases were the same, the wallpapers were different, and the bright screen made Gu Wenning recognize that Fu Yanhe was holding his phone.

“Honey, don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to steal your phone,” Fu Yanhe hurriedly explained.

‘Oops, my wife caught me doing something bad. This is so embarrassing. How could I make excuses?’

No, he hadn’t done anything bad. There was no need to feel guilty. He just needed to explain things clearly. There was no need to quibble.

After thinking fast, Fu Yanhe quickly put on a frank expression, said what he had to say, and explained everything in detail.

“Honey, do you know about this? Is this the first time you’ve received such messy messages, or have you received them before?”

Gu Wenning’s expression remained unchanged, but his voice sounded a bit colder. “It’s been two days, and I’ve called the police, but nothing has been found out yet.”