Chapter 35: Wishful Thinking

Chapter 35: Dream On

Chen Miao instantly came up with several plans in his mind, and without hesitation, he assured, "Chairman Fu, don't worry, I will arrange everything properly! I'll make sure no one else objects!"

Fu Yan appreciated how quickly Chen Miao understood what he meant. "Mm, the laptop should cost about twenty thousand yuan. Arrange the other lottery prizes as you see fit."

"Understood! Chairman Fu, I'll set it up right away!" Chen Miao suppressed his excitement and left the office after getting the task.

Once outside the office, he could barely walk straight from excitement. Watching from the front row was a thrill—so intense!

The boss was so smooth!

What kind of fairy-tale romance was this!

If he had known these moves back then, he wouldn’t have been dumped.

On Monday, Fu Yan had Du Yang rest at the office for the whole day. By Tuesday, the bruises on Du Yang's face had completely faded.

After finishing the cleaning, Du Yang went on a field assignment with Fu Yan and Chen Miao.

At noon, they had a meal with clients, which was all about socializing, so Du Yang ate very little.

In the evening, Fu Yan declined the client's invitation and took Du Yang and Chen Miao to an upscale private kitchen restaurant.

The private kitchen restaurant featured an elegant and understated modern Chinese style, with antique decorations and hanging paintings, each of which was extremely valuable. Naturally, the service fees and dishes were also pricey.

The manager recognized Fu Yan and politely showed the three of them to a private room on the second floor.

After Chen Miao ordered the dishes, the food arrived quickly, with each dish presented like a work of art.

Chen Miao liked spicy food, and even the two oily, richly colored spicy dishes were elegantly arranged.

In his previous life, Du Yang had gone through periods of feast and famine. In the Du family, he never ate spicy dishes; the most he ate was pickled vegetables, occasionally vegetables, and sometimes leftover meat dishes.

Later, when he went to college and started livestreaming, he gradually had more money but still didn't care much about food, mostly simple and light dishes, still mainly vegetables.

Most of the money he earned was taken away by Du Debao, and some of it went to learning tea ceremony, dance, and singing.

Very little was actually spent on food; he couldn't even afford to buy expensive milk.

Du Yang had zero experience with gourmet food. In the past few days living with Fu Yan, he had eaten many delicious foods he had never tasted before.

His appetite had also improved slightly because Fu Yan would make him eat more.

Watching Chen Miao eat so happily, Du Yang also picked up a slice of spicy fish and put it into his mouth.

The numbing sensation of Sichuan pepper exploded in his mouth, very fragrant, but even more striking was the intense spiciness.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Du Yang coughed violently from the spiciness. Fu Yan stood up and placed his large hand on the young man's back to soothe his coughing. Once the coughing eased, he brought a glass of warm water to Du Yang's lips.

Taking the glass, Du Yang tilted his head back and drank it all in one go.

Fu Yan then handed him the chilled double-skin milk. Du Yang looked at it as if seeing a lifesaver, took two big spoonfuls, and finally felt better.

"This is just mildly spicy. Du Yang, you really can't handle any spicy food at all." Chen Miao's eyes lit up, and added, "Chairman Fu doesn't eat spicy food at all either."

Meaning, you two are a perfect match.

Fu Yan sat back down quietly and served Du Yang a bowl of fish soup.

Du Yang's eyes were slightly red from coughing. He wiped away the involuntary tears and took a few sips of fish soup to soothe his throat before speaking.

"I've never eaten spicy food before. It tastes really good, but it's way too hot."

"Eating spicy food is like playing games—you get better with practice."

Seeing that Du Yang was sweating and tearing up from the spiciness, Chen Miao handed him some tissues.

Du Yang took the tissues and covered his nose. "I... I need to go to the restroom."

He got up and quickly left the private room. If he stayed any longer, his nose would run. Never eating spicy food again, ever—boohoo.

After a while, Du Yang came out of the restroom feeling refreshed, but as soon as he stepped out, he saw someone he didn't want to see.

Lu Yu was taken aback at first, clearly not expecting to run into a nobody like Du Yang in such an upscale place.

He gave Du Yang a dirty look. After checking him out from head to toe, Lu Yu's jealousy and dislike grew even stronger.

Du Yang was indeed good-looking, and the cream-colored sweater suited him perfectly.

Vixen!

"I didn't expect to see you here. Working as a waiter?" Lu Yu's voice was laced with undisguised mockery.

"What? Can't I come here?" Du Yang's face held a faint smile, as if he didn't get the insult.

Lu Yu crossed his arms and looked at Du Yang with disdain. "You're just an ordinary student. How could you get into such an expensive place unless you're a waiter?"

Du Yang also folded his arms and looked at him with a half-smile, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "What do you think qualifies me?"

The ceiling light made his expressive features stand out, making his face exquisitely beautiful.

Lu Yu's expression changed. Suddenly, it hit him: Was Du Yang interning at Fu Yan's company? Did Fu Yan bring him?

Impossible. Fu Yan wouldn't bring such a clueless nobody to a place like this. It would be too embarrassing.

Lu Yu sneered. "Are you going to tell me that Brother Yan brought you here? How funny. You want to climb the social ladder, but you haven't even checked if you belong. You'll never even come close to Brother Yan."

Fu Yan is cold and distant. Even if he had protected Du Yang at the hospital that day, it was just a boss protecting his employee. There's no way he'd bring him to such an exclusive and pricey spot for a meal.

This restaurant required a membership, and even he couldn't get a reservation. Tonight, he had to beg Ji Zichu to secure a private room.

"Go ahead, take a wild guess."

Du Yang's lips curled into a smile. He dropped his arms, walked past Lu Yu, and kept going.

"You… you're delusional! Brother Yan."

Before Lu Yu could finish his sentence, Du Yang had already opened the door to one of the private rooms, walked in, and closed the door without hesitation.

"Du Yang!" Lu Yu gritted his teeth, his fingertips digging tightly into his palm.

A nobody like that, how dare he treat him like this!

Vixen!

Bitch!

Once his anger passed, Lu Yu quickly calmed down.

What if Fu Yan was really in that private room? Thinking of this possibility, Lu Yu found himself moving toward the private room Du Yang had just entered.

The door of the private room had good soundproofing, so he couldn't make out what was inside, let alone Fu Yan's voice.

Lu Yu wanted to press his ear to the door and listen more, but before he could, he heard Ji Zichu's voice.

"Xiao Yu, what are you doing?" From two doors down, Ji Zichu stood at his door, frowning at Lu Yu, who was bent over, leaning close to another private room's door.

He had once confessed to Lu Yu and been led on. Now he got it: Lu Yu didn't like him, so he'd moved on.

As a CEO, was he afraid no one would like him?

If Lu Yu hadn't begged him tonight, he wouldn't have brought him.

Had he come just to eavesdrop?

Lu Yu quickly turned around and walked towards Ji Zichu, his face showing an innocent expression, "I thought I saw my brother, so I wanted to listen to check if it was him, but I couldn't hear a thing."

Ji Zichu didn't say anything and turned back into the private room. He didn't care about eavesdropping.

But the person Lu Yu had asked him to look into—he was actually pretty interested.

At nine o'clock in the evening, as they came out of the private room and got into the car, Du Yang hesitated but still spoke, "Chairman Fu, I haven't done the evening cleaning yet."

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