Fu Jingchuan glanced at him and reached out to take the phone.
"Hello?"
The only response he got was a busy tone of "beep".
Fu Jingchuan: "..."
Ke Chen: "..."
"Maybe Miss Shi accidentally pressed her." Ke Chen tried hard to make amends for Shiyang, "She just told me she was busy, and she sounded a little breathless, as if she was on her way."
Fu Jingchuan ignored him and threw the phone back to him: "Don't do anything unrelated to work during the meeting."
Ke Chen: "..."
Fu Jingchuan looked at Yan Zhongshuo, who was looking at him in confusion: "Sorry, I made Mr. Yan laugh."
Yan Zhongshuo is over sixty years old. Like Fu Jingchuan, he is also a big shot in the construction industry, but his qualifications are much older than Fu Jingchuan. He appreciates and is wary of Fu Jingchuan, a rising star who has suddenly emerged in recent years. He came here today mainly to think about He wanted to win over and cooperate with others, so he waved his hand cheerfully to Fu Jingchuan's apology: "No matter what Mr. Fu said, people always encounter emergencies."
After saying that, he couldn't help but look at Fu Jingchuan: "If Mr. Fu has something urgent to deal with, you can do your work first. It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. I'll just come over today and have a casual chat with you."
Fu Jingchuan: "It's okay."
He glanced at Ke Chen's cell phone vaguely, but his face remained expressionless.
After all, Yan Zhongshuo was someone who had come before, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fu, how about we take a rest first? It just so happens that I didn't sleep well last night, old man. I was so angry that I couldn't fall asleep all night because of my unfilial son, so I can take this opportunity to rest."
Ke Chen immediately took over: "I'll ask someone to take you, Mr. Yan, to rest first. We've just prepared afternoon tea in the restaurant downstairs. Mr. Yan, can you go over and have something to eat to cushion your stomach?"
"Okay." Yan Zhongshuo stood up with a smile, "I just happen to be a little hungry right now."
Ke Chen called his assistant over and asked him to show Yan Dong and his team around and arrange an afternoon tea.
The assistant quickly took the person out.
When the conference room door closed, Ke Chen hesitated and looked at Fu Jingchuan, who had been sitting still, and called him softly: "Mr. Fu?"
"What did she say to you?" Fu Jingchuan suddenly asked.
Although he didn't name him, Ke Chen knew that Fu Jingchuan was asking about Shiyang.
"Ms. Shi said that the money you transferred to her brother yesterday has been transferred back to your card. She asked me to say thank you to you on her behalf. Then she said..." Ke Chen observed Fu Jingchuan's expression and spoke carefully, "Their family won't need this money for the time being, and they won't need it in the future. If her family comes to see you again, please ignore it."
Fu Jingchuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, he turned his head and glanced at Ke Chen thoughtfully.
Ke Chen was immediately excited: "Mr. Fu."
Fu Jingchuan turned his head and looked at him: "When did you and Miss Shi become so familiar?"
Ke Chen: "..."
Fu Jingchuan: "She has something to say that she can't tell me directly. Does she still need you to relay it on her behalf?"
Ke Chen: "..."
He was wronged...
How did he know what the quarrel between the two of them was like? He, the middleman, had to be the sounding board for something that could be solved with just one phone call. He didn't want to be the sounding board.
But Ke Chen didn't dare to openly express his inner complaints.
"Mr. Fu, you have misunderstood. I have had little contact with Miss Shi and are not very familiar with each other." Ke Chen explained cautiously, "Maybe it was because Miss Shi couldn't contact you and the matter was urgent, so she called my mobile phone to find you. After all, who doesn’t know that if they can’t find you, they’ll look for me, right?”
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Fu Jingchuan's office, reminding him: "You forgot to bring your mobile phone when you went out."
Fu Jingchuan raised his eyes, looked through the glass wall of the conference room, and landed on the mobile phone that was placed casually on the desk. After a short pause, he stood up and walked to the office.
Ke Chen also followed eagerly.
He watched Fu Jingchuan pick up the phone, press it, and unlock it. Then, he saw Fu Jingchuan's expression suddenly dim.
Ke Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at the screen of Fu Jingchuan's phone, with a look of confusion on his face.
There are no missed calls on Fu Jingchuan’s mobile phone!
Shiyang had no intention of looking for Fu Jingchuan from the beginning!
Ke Chen wished he could slap himself on the spot. Before the facts were verified, why should he take it for granted? He gave Fu Jingchuan hope for nothing, but now Fu Jingchuan's face...
He couldn't help but glance secretly. Fu Jingchuan's handsome and handsome face did not show much emotion. He just narrowed his dark eyes slightly and looked at the phone expressionlessly.
Ke Chen called him nervously: "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingchuan threw the phone back on the table: "You go out first."
"Yes." Ke Chen didn't dare to stay, quickly closed the door and went out.
Fu Jingchuan's expression was no longer good. He glanced at the phone he had thrown away, and then turned his gaze to the window. After a moment of silence, he picked up the phone and opened WeChat. When he opened it, he saw the message Fang Wanqing had sent him. Message: "Since it's the person you arranged, what's his name?"
Fu Jingchuan passed by expressionlessly, and when he saw that there was another voice message, he clicked on it.
"Jingchuan, don't help Shiyang hide everything from me. Even though you are busy at work, you still have to take care of your wife. Shiyang is a married person after all, although I believe she will not do anything extraordinary. But if acquaintances see it, they will be gossiped about."
Fang Wanqing's faintly angry voice came from the loudspeaker of the mobile phone. Fu Jingchuan ignored it. When he wanted to exit the chat interface, his dark eyes inevitably turned to the photo Wan Qing sent.
The man's distracted look as he stared at Shi Yang made his already bad mood become even more depressed, but he was forced to suppress it.
The man looks pretty good, about the same age as them, has a calm demeanor, sharp eyebrows, and a tall and straight figure. He is a man who can easily make women fall for him.
Fu Jingchuan didn't know what his relationship was with Shiyang, and why they agreed to study abroad together. She didn't even tell him about her plans to study abroad.
Thinking that she was secretly preparing for divorce and further study, Fu Jingchuan's eyes dimmed again, he turned off his phone again, threw it aside, turned around and wanted to leave, but stopped halfway, his Adam's apple rising and falling with the ups and downs of his emotions. As he rolled over, Fu Jingchuan turned around, leaned over and grabbed the mobile phone on the table, opened Shiyang's WeChat, and sent her a message directly: "Leaving today?" Unexpectedly, a message popped up on the chat interface: "Yang~Open After the friend verification, you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first, and you can only chat after the other party has passed the verification."
Fu Jingchuan: "..."
He suddenly remembered that in his senior year of high school, at the class reunion after the college entrance examination, the head teacher told everyone before the class started that Shiyang had something to do at home and would not come to the graduation party. I hope everyone had a good time.
There were fifty-eight people in the class, but she was the only one who didn't come. After the last English course, she walked out of the examination room and everyone's lives, disappearing cleanly.
It's the same now. She chose to divorce and deleted all contacts with him. Fu Jingchuan had no doubt that Shiyang had even deleted his phone number, so he chose to ask an intermediary to pass the message even for such trivial matters as paying back the money.
It's something she can do.
Fu Jingchuan shook his head and smiled. When he rubbed the fingertips of his left hand gently between his eyebrows, the thumb of his right hand holding the phone opened Shiyang's WeChat main interface without any nostalgia. In the pop-up "Data Settings", he slid down the fingertips to "Delete". At "Contact", Fu Jingchuan clicked with his long finger without any pause. A dialog box popped up on the mobile phone interface, "Delete the contact 'yang~' and delete the chat history with the contact at the same time." Fu Jingchuan pressed directly with his long finger. He went down and stopped when he almost touched the screen of the phone. His fingertips hung on the screen of the phone. He hesitated for a moment, and the palm holding the phone tightened slightly.
Finally, the fingertips that were about to click moved to "Cancel" next to him. Fu Jingchuan directly pressed the phone interface, put the phone in the palm of his hand, leaned over to pick up the car keys on the table, and turned around to go out.
"Please entertain Mr. Yan, I have something to go out for."
When passing Ke Chen, Fu Jingchuan gave instructions quietly.
Ke Chen stood up in confusion: "Ah? Mr. Fu, are you going out now? That dinner with Mr. Yan that night..."
Fu Jingchuan: "Cancel!"
Ke Chen: "..."
