Chapter 345: When did 0345 become love-struck? Chapter 345: When did 0345 become love-struck? “I heard this event’s organizer detests evil and is extremely rigid and harsh. With your sister-in-law’s current reputation, I’m afraid she may not receive an invitation…”
Fu Qiyuan’s brows lightly furrowed, and a hint of chill tinged his expression. Mo Shangjie instinctively quieted down, touched his nose, and couldn’t help but mutter to himself.
To think that such a significant meeting doesn’t outweigh a few casual remarks about your wife.
Since when did the boss become so love-struck?
When Fu Qiyuan received Aunt Sun’s call, Mo Shangjie had still been prattling away beside him.
“Boss, you’ve been at work all day. Since I entered your office, I haven’t seen you close the documents in your hands once. No matter how busy you are, you need to balance work with rest. How about going out with your brothers tonight?”
Just as Mo Shangjie finished speaking, the phone on Fu Qiyuan’s desk started to ring.
He ignored Mo Shangjie and answered the call.
“What is it?” His voice was low, indifferent.
With those three short words, Aunt Sun also felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.
She steadied her mind and quickly spoke.
“Miss Xiao Ran is waiting for you to have dinner.”
Fu Qiyuan’s brow moved slightly, “She’s back home?”
“Yes, she arrived home ten minutes ago.”
Fu Qiyuan closed the files in his hands without any hesitation, files he hadn’t finished dealing with.
“Mm, I’ll come back right away.”
“All right, Young Master.”
Mo Shangjie, who felt snubbed, was left speechless.
Fu Qiyuan stood up, picked up the coat that was laying over the chair, and prepared to leave the office.
Coming back to his senses, Mo Shangjie yelled at his retreating figure, “Boss, where are you going?”
Fu Qiyuan didn’t even turn his head, as two words floated back through the air.
The perpetually single Mo Shangjie: “…”
Aunt Sun, who had hung up the phone, wore a face filled with joy.
She remembered the task given by the old lady at heart.
The Young Master had finally got a girlfriend; it was safer to marry the future lady back home as soon as possible.
It was time for their Platinum Lanting to have a mistress as well.
A low-profile yet luxurious car slowly drove into the sprawling estate.
The door of the villa was opened.
Hearing the sound, Aunt Sun quickly went to the door. Fu Qiyuan, tall and upright, dressed in a light-colored shirt, walked in with firm steps.
“Young Master, you’re back?”
A faint smile was on Aunt Sun’s face, completely composed.
Fu Qiyuan responded lightly, his black suit jacket draped over his arm, changed his shoes, and walked directly into the living room.
However, he did not see the familiar figure in the living room and his brow slightly furrowed.
A sharp gaze fell on Aunt Sun’s face, who still maintained her composure as she seriously replied:
“Miss Xiao Ran is tidying up the room.”
Fu Qiyuan turned and looked at Aunt Sun.
“Tidying up the room?”
“Yes, the dresses you prepared for Miss Xiao Ran were delivered this afternoon, and she said she would handle them herself. She’s still in the room now.”
Fu Qiyuan fell silent, knowing that Su Ran always liked to do things herself, so he didn’t ponder deeply on Aunt Sun’s words.
“Young Master, why don’t you go help Miss Xiao Ran? With so many dresses, she must be tired tidying them up by herself.”
Aunt Sun spoke, the smile on her face growing a bit deeper.
Fu Qiyuan nodded, and he stepped towards the stairs.
Aunt Sun watched his figure gradually disappear at the staircase, smiling with loaded significance.
Moving the dresses upstairs had taken some time, and now at this moment…