Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me
Chapter 82: V1: I will go on a business trip to France the day after tomorrow, would you like to join me_5

Chapter 82: V1: I will go on a business trip to France the day after tomorrow, would you like to join me_5

The third time, she remembered how she wanted to come to the Purple Dragon Mansion for a meal. However, at first, she was busy helping He Qimo start his business, so there was no time. When there was time, his social engagements increased, leaving no opportunity. Later, his status reached a certain level, and he no longer needed to entertain every night, but the women dining with him were varied.

With slightly reddish eyes, she put down her chopsticks, completely losing the mood to eat.

As she stared out the window in a daze, Feng Chengjin gripped his chopsticks tightly, his eyes growing even more somber.

The change finally caught Qi Shuya’s attention, especially since his gaze seemed to frequently fall behind him.

Putting down her chopsticks, Qi Shuya curiously turned her head.

Unfortunately, next to the secluded booth, only a waiter was clearing the dishes.

No one knew whose meal it was, almost untouched with hardly five bites taken...

On the other side, Feng Chengjin watched the pale blue dress disappear into the elevator and recalled her state of hardly eating. He picked up a small cup, turned his head gloomily, and took a sip...

...

After dinner, he sent Qi Shuya off.

Downstairs at the Purple Dragon Mansion, Feng Chengjin called Qin Nuo.

Driving, seeing that Feng Chengjin asked his secretary to send him instead of moving a single step himself, Qi Shuya raised her eyes and glanced a few times.

Without receiving a response, Qi Shuya, holding a bouquet and gift box, lowered her eyes and smiled gently, "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for today’s hospitality. Goodbye."

The sense of loss reflected in Feng Chengjin’s eyes as he regained his focus.

Only then did he remember something and said to Qin Nuo, "Take Miss Qi home, and on the way, check what kind of tea she likes at the tea house and prepare two boxes."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this particular concern, Qi Shuya’s gaze lifted with added warmth.

"Then thank you, Mr. Feng."

"You’re welcome." Feng Chengjin slightly curled the corners of his lips, watching the car depart.

Only then did he return to the car he drove today.

Beside the gear shift lever, there lay two shopping receipts.

They were from this morning when he left, mysteriously appearing on the car’s back seat — a flower gift box and shopping receipts that someone had prepared for him.

Thinking about the favorable impression from meeting Qi Shuya and how different it felt from meeting other blind date prospects over four years, his fingertips paused slightly.

But then recalling Gu Zixuan’s lonely and desolate figure eating alone earlier, his eyes deepened. He paused slightly and grabbed them into a ball, then threw them out of the car.

Loosening his tie, he stepped on the gas and drove away.

...

Returning to Shangpin Yuncui, Gu Zixuan touched her barely hungry abdomen and turned on her phone.

There were several messages from He Qimo on the phone, but the content was similar.

Just asking where she was, telling her not to worry about him, and to reply to his messages.

There was no apology. She smirked self-mockingly and then scrolled up to Feng Chengjin’s messages. f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com

[You’re off the grid and unreachable. I won’t visit for a few days. Take your time to calm down, and remember to apply the ointment to your face. Call me if you need anything.]

The warm words made Gu Zixuan’s eyelashes tremble, yet she couldn’t utter a single word.

She could only let her fingertips slightly quiver and sent a sincere yet simple message, [Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your concern. I’m fine.]

Upon receiving the message, Feng Chengjin’s expression became even more rigid. He rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat sullen and unwilling to speak.

Turning his face to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, the shareholders in the meeting were all astonished at him.

Especially the manager of the project department, who stared at the projected profit figures for the next quarter’s report with a bead of cold sweat dropping. He discreetly increased the figures by 1.5 percentage points.

...

Everything proceeded in silence.

Until the morning of the third day, Mrs. Xu called from Shangpin Yuncui, her voice anxious, "Mr. Feng, I’m really sorry to wake you up so early, but should you come over and take a look? Miss Gu seems to have a fever..."

Feng Chengjin opened his eyes, sat up from the silk-soft bed, and rubbed his temples, "What happened?"

"Miss Gu seems to have severe insomnia. Even during the day, when I come to clean, I see her sleeping in the living room with the TV on, and..." Mrs. Xu hesitated a bit and lowered her voice, "She hardly seems to be eating. The meals bought are being thrown out one by one. I just saw her uncomfortable and made her a bowl of millet porridge. She only ate half and said she was full."

Mrs. Xu spoke softly, with a faint sense of guilt toward Feng Chengjin for letting him down, "Mr. Feng, what should I do? I’m just an old woman. I suggested taking her to the hospital, but she refused, and I couldn’t persuade her."

Feng Chengjin narrowed his eyes, hearing the tone, and reassured, "Mrs. Xu, it’s okay. Please take care of her first. I’ll come over immediately to take a look."

"Okay." Mrs. Xu hung up the phone.