Chapter 33: Zheng Anran’s Little Thoughts

Chapter 33: Zheng Anran's Little Thoughts

When Fu Yining got home that evening, it wasn’t actually that late.

She had dinner with Chen Yujia and Wu Yuan, and even dropped Wu Yuan off at the train station.

Since Wu Yuan was eager to start working for Fu Yining, she had bought a ticket to go home that night and planned to quit her job the next day.

When Fu Yining returned home after dropping her off, she didn’t see Yu ZhiLi immediately.

Had he not come back yet, or was he already resting in his room?

She wasn’t sure, and before she could find out, Song Qingyu successfully distracted her with a gift.

"What's this?"

"Mom, I picked out a skirt for you. I hope you like it."

Fu Yining opened it and saw a very stylish denim skirt, the kind that the previously disdainful "Fu Yining" would have never liked.

But this time, Fu Yining really liked it.

Not bad, how did she know what I wanted?

"Mom, are you satisfied?"

"Hmm, it’s pretty good."

Seeing Fu Yining carefully fold and put away the gift, Song Qingyu smiled to herself.

So, that means she liked it, right?

She knew she would like it, judging from Fu Yining’s reaction when she saw the skirt she took out yesterday.

Song Qingyu boldly guessed that the woman standing in front of her, who she now considered her mother-in-law, was probably around her age.

If she liked something, her mother-in-law probably would too. This was Song Qingyu’s unique intuition.

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On a weekday afternoon, the hardworking employees went out for lunch, preparing to return for a nap before tackling the afternoon work.

Some chose to eat at the company’s second-floor cafeteria, while others went to nearby restaurants together.

Molly, sitting at the front desk on the first floor, hadn’t been relieved by her colleague yet and watched enviously as others headed out to lunch.

Thinking that no one would come by at this time, she took out her phone from the drawer and started scrolling through short videos.

"Excuse me, are you there?"

Molly was so focused on her phone that she was startled by the voice.

She looked up and saw a pretty girl, well-dressed, standing in front of her, smiling gently.

Molly immediately put down her phone and put on a professional smile. "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

The girl in front of her was holding a square handbag containing food.

She replied, "I'm a friend of Young Master Yu, here to deliver lunch to him."

Molly already knew that Yu Mingze was married, but this girl in front of her said she was his friend and even brought him lunch?

Something doesn't add up here, does it?

Could she be one of Mr. Yu's persistent admirers? Even if she's just a female friend, going to all this trouble to deliver lunch to a married man doesn't seem quite appropriate.

No matter how you look at it, something feels off.

Despite her suspicions, Molly kept her cool and continued the process by asking the woman, "May I ask if you have an appointment?"

The woman, maintaining an elegant posture, replied, "I don't have an appointment, but you'd better let him know. Mr. Yu will definitely want to see me."

She sure is confident!

"Alright, please wait a moment," Molly said with a smile.

She asked the woman for her name and then made a call to Yu Mingze's office.

Soon, she got a response that Yu Mingze did know this woman named "Zheng Anran," but he asked Molly to hold her off for now, as he would come down to meet her in person.

Molly hung up the phone and led Zheng Anran to the lounge, saying, "Miss Zheng, please have a seat here for a moment. Mr. Yu will be down shortly."

"Thank you so much!" Zheng Anran replied, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Hmph, don’t think I missed that look of disdain just now. Once I’m the boss’s wife, the first thing I’ll do is fire those who look down on me!

Zheng Anran sat on the sofa, glancing around the nearly empty lobby, still feeling unsatisfied.

She had rushed to prepare this meal but didn't manage her time well, and it seemed she had still come too late.

Everyone in the company had gone to eat, so how could she make sure they knew she was going to be Yu Mingze's wife, the future young mistress of the Yu family?

Looks like I need to come earlier next time.

Soon, the elevator door nearby opened, and Yu Mingze strode out.

"Mingze!"

"Anran, what are you doing here?"

Zheng Anran stood up from the sofa, her eyes shining with affection as she watched him approach.

"Mingze, you said you've been very busy lately, so I made some food and brought it over for you to try."

Of course, the real reason was to show everyone how much she cared for him and how perfect she'd be as the future mistress of the Yu family.

Yu Mingze felt really happy, but with people around, he couldn't show it openly.

He gently took the lunch from her and said, "Let's head upstairs and talk?"

"Yes!"

Molly was stunned as she watched them step into the elevator, clearly close.

What’s going on here?

Her colleague Wang Ke, who had just arrived to take over, stepped up to Molly and said, "Molly, I've finished eating. You should go grab something to eat—I'll handle things here."

"Molly? Hey, Molly?"

Wang Ke saw that Molly hadn't responded for a while and was just staring straight at the elevator. She waved her hand in front of Molly's face.

"Huh? What is it?" Molly looked at Wang Ke with a dazed expression.

"I’m taking over, so you can go grab some lunch."

Wang Ke followed her gaze and looked at the same spot, full of confusion. "What were you staring at so hard that you didn’t even notice me standing right here?"

Mentioning this, Molly instinctively said, "Damn," and grabbed Wang Ke’s hand, spilling out everything she had just witnessed.

Wang Ke’s expression shifted from curious to surprised, and then to confused. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Could it be that the person you saw was actually Mr. Yu’s wife?"

Molly couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Come on, I’m not an idiot. The girl first said she was Mr. Yu’s friend. If she was really his wife, why would she introduce herself as a friend? She’d just say who she is, right?"

"What you said kind of makes sense!"

Wang Ke thought carefully for a moment and then asked, "What if it’s just some kind of private joke between them?"

Molly shook her head. "I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure Mr. Yu’s wife isn’t named Zheng Anran. Her last name is something else… I just can’t remember what."

"What is it?"

"Ah, I just can’t remember, but it definitely isn’t Zheng. You can ask others if you don’t believe me."

None of them had actually met Yu Mingze’s wife, but they’d all heard about who the richest man in Lingchuan City’s only son had married.

Molly just couldn’t remember the woman’s name at that moment, though.