"I don't dislike him. In fact, I think he's quite a good person."
He was learned, refined, and exuded a gentle aura in his every move.
It was hard not to like him.
She didn't quite know how to express it. After a moment's thought, she said, "Just consider me overly cautious. My intuition tells me there's something strange about him. For instance, if his business is so successful, why hasn't he come forward to acknowledge his identity? Could it be that he never knew about his background before?"
"Then how did Fu Tingyi find out?"
This was something she couldn't understand. She had asked Fu Tingyi about it, and his explanation was that he had seen Fu Tingsheng by chance during a business trip to C City.
Fu Tingsheng, claiming to be unwell, mostly stayed at his company and rarely went out. Their meeting was pure coincidence.
However, as a woman's intuition would have it, she found this explanation rather weak.
Fu Jingshu didn't press further. "I'll listen to you."
The next morning, after Fu Jingshu went to the company, Lin Mo handed him the investigation results and the paternity test. Fu Jingshu then called Shen Qingqing.
The investigation results were exactly as Fu Tingsheng had stated.
He was unwell, didn't appear often, and thus few people had seen his face. This meeting was indeed a coincidence; had Fu Tingyi not gone to discuss a project with his company, they wouldn't have met.
Everything seemed perfectly reasonable.
Shen Qingqing didn't say anything more upon seeing the investigation results. "Alright, then you sign the contract with him. I'll take this paternity test back to show Grandma."
"Okay."
Fu Jingshu reached for her hand, but she dodged him. "Qingqing?"
Shen Qingqing shot him a glare. "Focus on your work. I'm going home first. Grandma is waiting."
He could only watch her leave.
He then had someone look into Fu Tingsheng's property developments. The locations were excellent, and construction was already complete, with only design and promotion pending.
He swiftly signed the contract with Fu Tingsheng and issued an order for the design proposal to be submitted within a month.
Concurrently, the marketing department was to begin their promotional campaigns during that same month.
Instantly, the entire company was abuzz with activity.
At noon, Shen Qingqing arrived downstairs at the company with a lunchbox. The date for their wedding had been set for a month later, so everyone in the company was aware of her identity.
"Mrs. Fu, you're here," the receptionist said, smiling radiantly.
Shen Qingqing nodded slightly. "Is Jingshu busy?"
"Not at all, not at all. He's not busy when you're here." The receptionist quickly ushered her into the elevator, chattering excitedly about the pressing tasks Fu Ye had recently assigned.
Shen Qingqing listened patiently. As the elevator doors opened, she said softly, "Keep up the good work."
Then she turned and left.
The receptionist blinked, then excitedly posted a message on the employee group chat.
— OMG, don't let the President's wife's appearance as a heavenly beauty fool you, she's actually a super gentle and wonderful fairy sister!
— Really?
— Is she really that gentle?
…
Shen Qingqing pushed open the office door. The interior was starkly monochromatic, with a solemn and cool ambiance. Fu Jingshu sat behind his desk, his head bowed over documents.
He heard the sound and, without looking up, said, "Leave the file and get out."
A moment later, a glimpse of a red object caught his eye.
A red object?
He looked up. "Didn't I tell you to—"
His voice trailed off as he saw the familiar face before him.
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow. "You want me to leave? Fine, I'll leave then."
She turned to go, but he embraced her from behind, the familiar scent of him enveloping her. His deep voice echoed, "Who said you could leave?"
Shen Qingqing tilted her head slightly. "I came to bring you lunch, and you're chasing me away? How heartbreaking."
"I was wrong."
He apologized readily and naturally, pulling her to sit on the sofa. With his other hand, he placed the red thermos on the coffee table in front of him.
As he opened it, the aroma wafted out.
"You made this yourself?"
"How did you guess?" Shen Qingqing had cooked it personally.
Fu Jingshu's lips curved upward. The simple meal tasted exceptionally good, as if a warm current flowed through him as he ate.
In the days that followed, he gradually became busier.
But no matter how busy he was, he would return home before six in the evening, sometimes bringing work home.
During these times, Shen Qingqing would quietly keep him company, working on her own tasks, while Shen Jinxi and Chenchen played with building blocks on the carpet or sat at their computers, one playing games.
Yet, they maintained a默契 of quietude.
Occasionally, they would look up and feel a sense of contentment just being near their family.
A month later, on the day of the press conference.
Their wedding was scheduled for three days later. They planned to announce the wedding date during the press conference. Fu Jingshu would preside, while Shen Qingqing remained backstage.
Just as reporters began to inquire about the property development, Lin Mo received a call and his expression instantly changed.
He walked over to Fu Jingshu and whispered rapidly, "Master Fu, our design drafts have been leaked. Fengxing Group has released theirs first."
Fengxing Group had always been Ruisi Group's formidable rival.
However, Fu Jingshu's tactics were so exceptional that they had never truly won. But this time was different; with the design released ahead of time, their press conference today was effectively in vain.
The journalists below, noticing their prolonged silence, began to stir.
Fu Jingshu took a deep breath, resolving to stabilize the situation. At that moment, Fu Tingyi stormed in, "Fu Jingshu, how dare you hold a press conference! The design drafts have been leaked, what's the point of a press conference now!"
His words struck like thunder above everyone's heads.
The venue erupted into chaos.
"What does it mean that the design drafts were leaked?"
"Were the designs for this development leaked? Leaked to whom?"
"Is there a mole within Ruisi Group?"
The crowd bombarded them with questions. Fu Jingshu shot a cold glance at Fu Tingyi, whose incompetence was causing a scene, making him shift guiltily and avoid eye contact.
"I've only just learned of this. I will provide an explanation."
Fu Jingshu left after uttering these words, taking Lin Mo with him.
The reporters, of course, wouldn't let them leave, but the security guards maintaining order immediately stepped in to block them. The reporters could only shout after them.
"No, we need to investigate thoroughly and find out what happened!"
Meanwhile, Fu Jingshu and Lin Mo rushed back to the company. Fu Tingyi directly led them to the meeting room door.
A peculiar smile played on his lips. "You owe the shareholders an explanation."
As it turned out, all the shareholders had arrived and were seated in the conference room. The atmosphere was heavy. The moment Fu Jingshu entered, all eyes snapped towards him.
An elderly man with a stern face stood up. "Mr. Fu, we are all aware. How could such confidential design drafts be leaked?"