After Marrying Bigshot Vegetable Boss - Chapter 30

Ms. Zhang Yan, a graduate from a prestigious university with outstanding achievements, was an exceptionally remarkable career woman who once considered her boss as a role model worth emulating.

 

She possessed sharp and insightful judgment, worked swiftly and decisively, and was known for her initiative and courage… these were all qualities she recognized in her boss.

 

The key was, she had never seen Mr. Chu indulging in any affectionate relationships, whether with men or women. Anyone who actively showed interest or tried to coax him, regardless of gender, was firmly rejected by Mr. Chu without hesitation.

 

As Mr. Chu’s most trusted secretary, she had the most exposure to and understanding of him. However, most of their interactions were work-related, and as for personal life—when busy, Mr. Chu hardly had any.

 

For a long time, Zhang Yan secretly felt that her boss was a workaholic who lacked desires in certain aspects.

 

But being a workaholic herself and having no interest in romantic relationships, Zhang Yan admired and highly respected this about Mr. Chu. When she followed Mr. Chu, although the Chu family was already influential in the business world, it was nowhere near its current scale.

 

She witnessed and participated in every step of Mr. Chu’s journey, seeing how he overcame skepticism and rumors within the board of directors. She deeply understood how difficult it all was and thus held Mr. Chu in great admiration.

 

Once, when Mr. Chu was not indisposed, she accompanied him on a business trip and heard Mrs. Xi ask him if he had any thoughts on getting married and settling down.

 

At that time, Mr. Chu seemed to find the question absurd, showing no emotional response and simply stating, “There’s no need for such unnecessary plans in life.”

 

Zhang Yan, who shared the same mindset, found this highly agreeable and devoted herself even more earnestly to her work.

 

Yes! She was indeed the right-hand woman to her boss!

 

Little did she expect that after his incident, she would unexpectedly learn—

 

That he had actually had a clandestine affair that she herself had been unaware of!?

 

Her rational mind initially couldn’t believe it, but there was solid evidence from him that left her with doubts, preventing any rash actions.

 

What’s more, Yu Lan had told her that it was her boss who had actively pursued him, relentlessly.

 

“… ” Zhang Yan recalled, walking briskly while pushing open the door to another office, silently sitting in a chair for a long time.

 

Forget it, Zhang Yan thought. As Mr. Chu’s trusted assistant, she should wish her boss happiness.

 

But…

 

Zhang Yan covered her face.

 

They hugged so tightly! So tightly!!

 

And sitting on his lap too!!

 

—Do you love each other that deeply??

 

The scene just now kept replaying in her mind, with Mr. Chu in a black shirt and the slender, fair-skinned young man wrapped around him…

 

She had a strong intuition that if she had entered just two minutes later, she might have seen more than just that.

 

Zhang Yan found it hard to describe her current feelings.

 

Firstly, she was against marriage, so she had no comments on her boss’s marriage.

 

Secondly, she had no intention of expressing any opinions on Mr. Chu’s romantic history.

 

It was simply… a strange feeling, like a former trench comrade suddenly defecting overnight and fully armed appearing in the enemy camp.

 

—It’s defection!!

 

However, apart from Ms. Zhang, who was questioning her life choices, in the office next door, someone wasn’t feeling any better.

 

Although Yu Lan was capable of pretending to be affectionate with Mr. Chu at the shareholders’ meeting, encountering such a situation unexpectedly made him somewhat unable to bear it.

 

He was still straddling the comatose person, holding him tightly.

 

His position allowed him to see the bustling scene outside through the 270-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, bustling with traffic and lively.

 

Yu Lan thought blankly to himself, it’s fortunate that Mr. Chu can’t communicate with him now, or else he would—

 

“Yu Lan, Yu Lan.”

 

The voice he least wanted to hear at this moment appeared.

 

Yu Lan: “…………”

 

Could it really be seen if the contact area increased?

 

Did he have to come out at this time?

 

“Don’t call him. Just asking would make him want to die.

 

Imagine, he’s now holding a vegetable person in his arms, and the soul of the vegetable person is still looking at him while he holds them. Leaving aside whether it’s eerie or not, the real issue is how he should face the one in mid-air now.

 

After a few seconds, Yu Lan not only didn’t let go, but even leaned his chin against Chu Wang’s shoulder.

 

Yu Lan muttered in a low voice, “Mr. Chu, let me think.”

 

He felt that it was a good thing that Chu Wang could talk to him now, but he really didn’t know how to face this situation.

 

“Damn it, I can’t show my face outside anymore.” Yu Lan felt that finding the rules together with Chu Wang was not scary enough to be terrifying, and his tone was no longer excited. “Miss Zhang… she…”

 

“It’s okay, Miss Zhang Yan completely trusts you, you can rest assured.”

 

Chu Wang was in a good mood, even drifting a few steps, and looking at the current posture of the two from a different angle.

 

When he walked behind Chu Wang: …

 

It seemed normal for Zhang Yan to be scared.

 

He thought so, pressed down on the corners of his mouth that were about to rise.

 

But the corners of his mouth did not stay up for long, and he temporarily had no time to think about the psychological damage to his secretary.

 

Perhaps Yu Lan has been languid all along, and he really feels distressed about it. Chu Wang looked at Yu Lan’s posture hanging on his shoulder, and for a moment didn’t know how to handle it.

 

Comfort seems inappropriate, and Yu Lan is not particularly sad.

 

It seems unnecessary to persuade.

 

Chu Wang felt the emotional experience that he had never appeared in his early twenties in a few days in his ghost life.

 

Perhaps he was too clear about people and things before, and it was difficult to find some elusive emotions in them.

 

So for the first time, he didn’t know how to deal with it—rather than saying he didn’t know, it was better to say he couldn’t predict it.

 

Chu Wang habitually predicts the results, judges whether the results are advantageous or disadvantageous to himself, and then makes choices that he needs.

 

But Yu Lan is not black and white.

 

He floated outside all of Chu Wang’s options and finally landed lightly like a feather in a place he had never seen before.

 

For the first time, I don’t know how to deal with it, and Chu Wang, who wants to say something and do something, hesitated for a long time before squeezing out a sentence that seemed to be repetitive and of no nutritional value: “Good. Then you slow down.”

 

Yu Lan listened to him say this, and the original embarrassment inexplicably dissipated a lot.

 

Maybe Chu Wang’s words sounded sincere.

 

Chu Wang did change a lot when he first met, Yu Lan had some intuition, but this feeling was like the first snowflake falling on his fingertips in early winter, melting too quickly, leaving only a trace of elusive trace.

 

Only then did he slowly let go of his hand from Chu Wang’s body.

 

When he left, his movements were a bit urgent, and the high-quality wheelchair rubbed against the floor, making a dull noise.

 

Yu Lan, with a pair of cheeks dyed crimson, finally dared to glance at Ah Piao not far away.

 

This was also his first time seeing Chu Wang move outside the room.

 

It’s strange to say that there was no change before going out, but maybe it was because of the environment that Yu Lan inexplicably felt that he was indeed suitable here.

 

He glanced at the soul leaning on the bedside and then at the man who was as silent as a statue nearby.

 

“Mr. Chu,” Yu Lan carefully examined his features this time and said, “actually, you’re quite handsome.”

 

Chu Wang didn’t expect that these words would slip out of his mouth, but he chuckled lightly.

 

“Really, really,” Yu Lan looked more and more convinced that Chu Wang deserved his thunderous reputation in the book, “especially here.”

 

It was fine in the conference room before, but now in his exclusive office, Yu Lan increasingly felt that Chu Wang, in a wheelchair or undergoing treatment, was indeed incomplete. His appearance and demeanor seemed naturally suited to this place.

 

He should be proud and vigorous, rather than lying helpless, needing care even to turn over.

 

“Mr. Chu, when will you wake up?” Yu Lan’s voice was not loud, not so much a question as silently counting the time.

 

When that time comes, perhaps he’ll see Chu Wang in a different light.

 

Or perhaps not.

 

Yu Lan looked down and fiddled with his fingers, thinking.

 

“After I wake up, what do you want to do?” Chu Wang heard him nevertheless, and after a moment, he asked in a deep voice.

 

His tone was calm and composed, as if politely inquiring of a partner with whom he had a cooperative relationship, asking where they would go after this collaboration ended.

 

Actually, when Yu Lan first arrived, he had been thinking about where he would go after Chu Wang woke up, what he would spend his savings on, or whether he would invest in childhood dreams he’d never dared touch…

 

But when Chu Wang suddenly asked today, he found himself tongue-tied.

 

“As for me?” Yu Lan began in a relaxed tone. “Of course, I’ll finish reading the book first. As for what to do next, whether to continue my studies or do something else…”

 

“Is that so,” Chu Wang said.

 

The earlier question had been a test, and what he truly wanted to ask remained half hidden, suppressed.

 

What he really wanted to ask was whether Yu Lan would still stay.

 

Or if he wanted to leave without a moment’s pause.

 

Yu Lan let out a light sigh and then said, “Well, Mr. Chu, as you know, I have a different idea every day. Who knows, by then I might have changed my mind.”

 

Chu Wang smiled silently.

 

Yu Lan didn’t know why Chu Wang suddenly asked this way, thinking perhaps he was suspecting whether Yu Lan knew the plot in advance. Just as he was about to say something else to divert the topic, he heard Chu Wang speak again, asking a question that seemed completely unrelated to their current conversation:

 

“By the way,” Chu Wang looked over, his eye sockets deep, creating an illusion, “have you ever liked someone?”

 

Here it comes!

 

It’s getting late, but I’ll finish now. I usually write these parts slower! It’s just a personal preference, I really like writing some seemingly useless psychological activities wuwuwu don’t scold me