Chapter 33: Who Are You?

re all directed at her.Yu Lin handed her a cup of freshly brewed milk tea, her face full of envy as she propped her chin up, "Xia Yao, you're so lucky, you'll be Mr. Lu's secretary from now on, gettin...Yu Lin didn't drink, putting it aside. "You don't know yet"

"What should I know" Fu Xiaoyao looked at her amusedly.

"It's just gossip. Don't you notice that the atmosphere at the company today is off Didn't you hear them gossiping about you when you came in this morning compared to when you left" 。Fu Xiaoyao nodded. "But I don't know what they were discussing about me." 。She was still puzzled just now. 。From morning till now, it's already afternoon, and she has been receiving all sorts of attention and discussions. 。She even doubted if someone had stuck little notes on her body. 。"My goodness, you're truly living in your own world, oblivious to everything happening outside." 。 。“You think I want to I’m too busy, I don’t even have time to pay attention to other things” 。Fu Xiaoyao rested her hands on her cheeks, “Just spit it out, what did I do to become the topic of their idle chatter” 。"Actually, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that the incident of you dancing with Mr. Lu last night made some women in the company unhappy." 。"Dancing" "Yeah, they're jealous you won Lu Zong..." 。"But I feel like it wasn't jealousy, but mockery." 。" She laughed out loud, covering her mouth hastily. " 。"Why are you laughing" Fu Xiaoyao glared. 。Yu Lin couldn't hold it in anymore. She let go of her hand and slapped the table with a laugh, tears streaming down her face. "It's nothing, nothing. I just remembered you dancing with President Lu. It was so funny, Xia Yao, do you know how many times you stepped on him"Fu Xiao Yao shook her head 。She really doesn't know 。She only knew for sure that she had stepped on Lu Hanchuan several times. 。"Eight times" 。"Yu Lin made a gesture with her fingers, “They all envy you for stepping on Lu Zong so many times, and he hasn’t fired you yet.” 。"Eight times!" Fu Xiaoyao exclaimed, biting her nails and looking embarrassed, "So many" 。" Yeah, I've got videos here too. " 。Yu Lin took out her phone and tapped it a few times before handing it to her. 。After reading it, Fu Xiaoyao's whole face turned red. 。 Could that be her dancing with Lu Hanchuan She's so bad at dancing, she can't even look at herself. 。Even though it was such a terrible dance, Lu Hanchuan actually finished dancing with her and didn't leave her behind. It really showed his good upbringing. 。"Now you know why everyone's been talking about you." 。Yu Lin, with a smirk, took her phone back. 。

Fu Xiaoyao covered her face, "Because this video..."

"That's right, after all, not all employees who participated in the welcome party saw you and President Lu dancing. Someone posted the whole process of you dancing to the company's large group, so everyone saw it, naturally there would be discussions about you..."

"This is not good reasoning. " 。“ They’re jealous of you, that's why I said so,” Yu Lin giggled. “Jealous of your luck and courage. If they had won the chance to dance with Mr. Lu, I don't think they would have the guts to do it.” 。"No more, I want to be quiet." 。Fu Xiaoyao sprawled on the table, looking like a salted fish. 。"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. Want to go singing tonight" Yu Lin changed the subject. 。"No, I won't be going. My husband said he needs to talk to me about something tonight," 。" That's how it is, then next time." 。Yu Lin pouted her lips a little sadly, then chatted with her for a while before leaving. 。After a short rest, Fu Xiaoyao regained her spirits and continued to devote herself to work. 。After the three secretaries left, all the work piled onto her. Even with Joe's help, she was still busy until night, working an extra three hours before finishing everything. By the time she got back to the villa, it was nine o'clock. 。Fu Xiaoyao's stomach hurt faintly with hunger, her face was a little pale. She rubbed her stomach with one hand and opened the door with the other. 。My stomach hurt so badly and I was starving, I felt completely drained. My hands were shaking, and it took me forever to get the key into the lock. Finally, Auntie Song heard the noise and opened the door from inside. 。"Mrs. has returned" 。Auntie Song took out slippers for her. 。Fu Xiaoyao put it on and raised a smile, "Good evening, Aunt Song" 。" Good evening, Madam. 。"Aunt Song also replied, but then she noticed something was wrong with her expression and immediately became tense. "Madam, why is your face so pale"

"I'm a little unwell..." 。Fu Xiaoyao leaned against the shoe cabinet and replied. 。"Are you sick" Auntie Song quickly helped her to sit down on the sofa. 。Fu Xiaoyao leaned on the sofa armrest, "I'm not sick, I'm just too hungry. My stomach hurts a little. Aunt Song, is there anything left to eat at home" "Auntie Song looked at her in surprise, "It's so late, Madam, you haven't eaten yet" 。Fu Xiaoyao weakly shook her head, "Too busy, no time" 。"Even if you're busy, you should still make time to eat something." 。Aunt Song glared at her with a mixture of sympathy and reproach, then poured her a cup of hot water. “First have some water, Madam,” she said, “I’ll heat up some rice.” 。Thank you, Aunt Song. 。Fu Xiaoyao took it and drank a few sips. 。The warm water went down her throat, instantly relieving the burning and pain in her stomach. Her complexion improved slightly, and she regained some energy. She didn't have to lean on the sofa armrest anymore; she could sit up straight and use the remote control to turn on the TV. 。After a while, Song Yi's voice came from the kitchen, "Dinner is ready, madam, come and eat." 。"

"Here comes"

Fu Xiaoyao responded with a sound, got up and walked over. 。After finishing her meal, Fu Xiaoyao tossed her chopsticks and bowl aside, letting out a satisfied sigh. 。"Has madam finished her meal" Auntie Song asked with a chuckle. 。Fu Xiaoyao nodded, "I'm full. Aunt Song's cooking is still so good, I almost ate everything." 。"

She flattered her so skillfully that Aunt Song beamed with delight, laughing till her eyes crinkled. "My dear madam, you are so sweet-tongued. No wonder your master adores you so much."

"That's because Grandpa was kind and gentle. " 。Fu Xiaoyao lazily leaned against the back of the chair. 。Although she said so, deep down she understood why the old man favored her. It was because she wasn't after the Lu family's fortune. It was precisely this reason that the old man chose her to marry Lu Hanchuan, aiming for her to give birth to the fourth generation of the Lu family. 。But after three years of marriage, the old man hadn't held a grandchild yet and was getting anxious. He even issued an ultimatum to her and Lu Hanchuan, demanding they give him a child as soon as possible, or he wouldn't allow them to enter the ancestral home of the Lu family. 。She was embarrassed. Lu Hanchuan didn't want to have children with her, and she couldn't have them on her own... She didn't know what the old man would do if they stayed married for too long. 。Thinking of this, Fu Xiaoyao's eyebrows and eyes were stained with a few traces of worry, "By the way, Aunt Song, is Hanchuan back" 。"Aunt Song shook her head. "Will Master be coming back to stay tonight"

"He said he would be coming back" 。Fu Xiaoyao hammered her aching shoulders in response. 。"Why don't you give Mr. a call and ask him" Aunt Song suggested while clearing the dishes. 。

Fu Xiaoyao thought about it and agreed.

Lu Hanchuan only let her wait, and she didn't know how long she had to wait. 。Fu Xiaoyao took out her phone and, encouraged by Aunt Song, called Lu Hanchuan. 。The phone was quickly answered, and she tensed up, "Hanchuan, when are you coming back""Who is this" A strange female voice, with a sharp question, came from the phone instead of Lu Hanchuan's. 。Fu Xiaoyao was taken aback, instinctively thinking she had dialed the wrong number. She hurriedly took her phone to her face and when she saw that it was indeed Lu Hanchuan's number, she was dumbfounded again. 。What's going onWhy would a woman answernd, urging the two to hurry out and prepare their speeches.After the eulogy, the funeral drew to a close.At this time, the sky had grown dark, and a cold wind was blowing, as if it were about to rain....