Chapter 69: Chapter 53 Fiery_3 Chapter 69: Chapter 53 Fiery_3 From the second-floor balcony, Shu Wan could see the rooftops of the nearby Imperial Palace and the dazzling lights within.
Shu Wan picked up her phone, took a picture of the night view, and then posted it to a short video platform, quickly attracting a large crowd of fans.
“Wow, isn’t that the Royal Castle over by Bruce?
Rich lady, do you need a leg ornament?
Can you spare me a leg hair, rich lady?”
My wife is actually in Europe, too.
Honey, stick close, I want to know what my wife looks like.”
“It’s nice to be rich; they get the best views.
You can even see the rooftops of the Imperial Palace.”
Everyone was curious about Shu Wan’s identity and how she could afford to stay in such a high-end hotel, though a few people had wild guesses.
“The couple from that popular novel are in Bruce right now.
The blogger couldn’t possibly be the heroine from that photo, could she?”
But since the speculation was too outrageous, the comment was quickly submerged in the sea of other comments.
Shu Wan read the comments for a while, browsed the short video platform a little more and, as sleepiness took over, soon fell asleep.
At this time, in the study, Fu Siyu was still in a video meeting.
“My dear Young Master Fu, you’ve left me to tire myself out,” a handsome man with peach blossom eyes complained mournfully on the screen, “Where on earth have you gone?
“Bruce,” the man with peach blossom eyes murmured, then suddenly remembered something, “No way, that mysterious photo that’s gone viral—it couldn’t really be you, could it?
At first, I thought it just looked like you.”
After all, no matter how you looked at it, Fu Siyu didn’t seem like he would stand next to a woman.
Ah, right, a woman—the man suddenly widened his eyes, “Fu Siyu!
You couldn’t possibly be in love, could you?!
Who is this amazing person who has made our Young Master Fu bend his proud stance?”
Did you get done what I asked you to do?”
“Do you even have to ask if you can trust me?” the man chuckled, “Come on, spill it.
Who’s this incredible person capable of making the inaccessible flower bow down?”
Fu Siyu cut off the video, leaving the man perplexed in front of his computer.
“Cheh, that’s not very nice,” the man grumbled, then blew up the photo taken by netizens, “Too bad, you can’t see the face; this paparazzi skill is just awful.”
The night grew deeper, and the rain hadn’t stopped, with the relentless drizzle shrouding the entire sky in a blanket of mist.
The next day, when Shu Wan got up, she thought it was still early, but to her surprise, it was already 9 a.m.
Shu Wan hurriedly got ready and went downstairs.
Fu Siyu was still sitting in the living room, looking over documents, calm and collected.
“I slept in,” Shu Wan thought of the scheduled time with the film crew, “I need to leave now.”
“No rush.” Fu Siyu put down the documents, his gaze deep, exuding a calming strength that settled everything, “I’ve already checked for you.
It’s about twenty minutes from here to the filming location, ten minutes for you to get ready, so you have half an hour left.
You can sit down and have a good breakfast.”
Amid the unsettlement of the unknown, Shu Wan felt calmed by Fu Siyu’s orderly arrangements.
Shu Wan set down her bag, walked to the dining table, and sat down, sincerely exclaiming, “Fu Siyu, it’s really great to have you around.”
Unfortunately, Fu Siyu wasn’t the kind of man who would take orders from someone else.
Otherwise, what an assistant he would make, just to handle her affairs—that would save her so much trouble.
In a past life, Shu Wan had always wanted to find a perfect Think Tank to work with, but alas, she never met one.
She had indeed met one in the modern era, but he would definitely not be an assistant to anyone.
Of course, Fu Siyu had no idea what Shu Wan was thinking.
It was just that her comment made his eyes light up slightly, “Well, I’m quite honored.”
Shu Wan smiled at him, “Let’s eat.”
Sigh, such a capable person with such meticulousness, it’s a pity he couldn’t work for her.
Breakfast was still a mix of Western and Eastern cuisine.
Shu Wan ate half Eastern, half Western, and then finished with a cup of tea.
You take your time,” Shu Wan wanted to head over earlier, so she put down her cup and got up to leave.
“Alright, the driver will take you.”
Fu Siyu accompanied Shu Wan to the garden and waited until the car drove out of the castle before turning around and heading back inside.
He didn’t continue with his breakfast either, returning instead to the study to prepare for the day’s meetings.
That woman from the East was using chopsticks to eat spaghetti.
My God, it’s so tacky.
How can someone not have eaten Western food before?”
“And she didn’t drink milk, but tea, that bitter and astringent leaf water—so undrinkable.
I really don’t know why the boss is so nice to her.”
In front of an ancient building on West Street, Shu Wan had arrived.
She glanced at the address in the email and walked straight in.
Unfortunately, she was stopped at the entrance, “Do you know where you are?
You’re not allowed in without an invitation.”