闪电算

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

But before she could get carried away, Fu Zhuo sent her a message: [Miss Ye, please delete your Weibo post immediately. I was the one who independently decided to help you set up your Weibo account. Your President doesn’t know about it. Do you want him to kill you for your post or me for my meddling?]

Ye Xingguang lamented: [So, tell me how I can stop embarrassing myself in front of those folks at the Registry Office?]

Fu zhuo: …

He didn’t know either, so he had no choice but to throw the problem back at Ye Xingguang: [In any case, you have to clean up the mess you’ve made yourself! ]

After thinking for a while, Fu Zhuo sent another message: [Miss Ye, I’m saying this for your sake. After all, you and the President aren’t destined to be together for a lifetime. You’re just temporary guests in each other’s lives. If you draw too much attention to yourself now, how will the media ridicule you when you go your separate ways later? Can you bear that gap?]

Fu Zhuo sent three messages in a row: [Don’t think that I’m being harsh. I’m just laying out the truth for you. The President will never fall for you. So next time you post on Weibo, be careful. It’s enough to let the public know that he has been kind to you-nothing more. Don’t let them wrongly assume that he likes you. That’s wishful thinking on your part!]

You think I would fall for your President? I was just supporting the presidential candidate I deemed as the best! What’s with the overreaction?

Frustrated, Ye Xingguang put away her phone, not wanting to engage in this any further.

Fu Zhuo waited for a while and when Ye Xingguang didn’t remove the Weibo post, he couldn’t help but mumble to himself: “This Miss Ye really does harbour delusions about the President.’

No sooner had he spoken than the door to the racetrack changing room was pushed open.

The President spent an hour at the racetrack with a few friends, during which he casually concluded a multi-million dollar deal. He had taken a bath and changed clothes. As he walked out of the changing room, he overheard Fu Zhuo’s words.

His peachy eyes flickered imperceptibly. Stepping out, he dropped a question: “What delusions?”

Fu Zhuo was visibly guilty, his voice trembling a little.

The President gave him a stern look, one that was both dignified and authoritative.

Under the pressure of that look, Fu Zhuo confessed the full story, ultimately concluding: “l didn’t expect that Miss Ye would be such a schemer, trying to create a false impression of you fancying her.”

Fu Zhuo assumed that the President would be livid once he saw the Weibo post by Ye Xingguang.

But he had been waiting anxiously for a long time…

And nothing happened.

Startled, Fu Zhuo covertly observed the President’s reaction. Surprisingly, he seemed to be lost in thought while looking at the post by Ye Xingguang.

“President? What are you thinking about?”

Only after Fu Zhuo asked three times did the President respond: “Do you think she’s taken a liking to me?”

“What woman wouldn’t fall for a man like you with such status, looks, and wealth? From the moment Miss Ye met you, she refused to sign a refusal pledge. It’s clear that she wanted to climb up to your level. Now that she’s succeeded, wouldn’t she be thinking about how to make it last? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have snuck into your room last night…”

“Huh… She’s just a naive little girl who can’t tell her left from right!”

President didn’t elaborate further. He merely walked over to a single-seater couch, lounged comfortably in it. Propping up his chin with one hand, he played idly with the mermaid charm hanging off his keys in the other, pinching the little fishtail back and forth….