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Honeyed Words
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The bed sheet—a shapeless, straight-cut dress, wide black-framed glasses, an eternally unchanged bun, and white shoes...
Fu Qingyu sighed helplessly as he handed over the signed documents, feeling a mix of emotions inside. With a secretary of such appearance, how could he dare take her to a social event?
"He Xiaozhu, your great-grandmother has been dead for seven years. Can you please stop treating her words like scripture? What era are we in? Occasionally changing your outfit is a responsibility to yourself and others, alright?" Fu Qingyu thought about her glaring outfits over the years and felt a pang of distress.
Heaven knows what her legendary great-grandmother, who was supposedly a descendant of a Manchu noble family, was thinking. The education she received from childhood was nothing short of harsh. Smiling was forbidden if it revealed teeth, turning back while walking was not allowed, eating soup was out of the question, and even using a spoon was prohibited... Even more exaggerated was the fact that since this girl moved across from his house at the age of ten until her great-grandmother passed away when she was sixteen, he had never seen her wear a skirt that was above the knee.
The problem was that all her female classmates who graduated with her had already married and started families, living happily ever after. Yet this clearly twenty-three-year-old young lady still adhered to her great-grandmother's traditions, dressing herself like a fifty-three-year-old woman. Tsk tsk tsk, at this rate, which man would dare to want her?
He Xiaozhu looked at her boss who was shaking his head and sighing in confusion while holding the documents. "President, are you feeling unwell?" Fu Qingyu nearly choked on his saliva and quickly cleared his throat, forcing himself to appear calm. "Oh, no... I'm fine..."
He picked up the invitation from his drawer only to put it back down again. Finally, with a sense of resignation, he closed the drawer and said, "Call Secretary Lu and tell her I can't make it to tonight's banquet due to an unexpected matter."
Heaven knows this was already the fifth time this month he had an "unexpected matter." What could he do? His treacherous friends always liked to drag their secretaries out for some fun every few days. However... ever since he replaced his quirky secretary under his mother's threat, he hadn't attended any gatherings like that again; he couldn't afford to lose face!
"Huh? But my schedule clearly shows you’re free tonight," He Xiaozhu hurriedly pulled out her electronic planner to check. Fu Qingyu helplessly stood up and walked out of the office. "From the moment this invitation appeared, I’ve been busy."
He Xiaozhu watched his retreating figure in confusion as she set down her electronic planner and adjusted her black-framed glasses. She felt a bit sad as she wondered if she had done something wrong.
In the brightly lit villa of the Fu family, Fu Qingyu chewed his dinner absentmindedly while imagining the lively scene at his friends' holiday gathering.
"Qingyu, what's wrong with you today? You seem so distracted," Mother Fu said with concern as she set down her chopsticks and reached out to check her son's forehead.
"Ah, no... it's nothing." Fu Qingyu suddenly snapped back to reality and quickly took a couple of bites from his bowl.
"By the way, the tenant at the old house has a flight to Canada at seven tonight. She left the keys with He Xiao Zhu when she moved out. After you finish eating, go over and get the keys back. Also, please take some freshly baked date paste cookies for her," Mother Fu said fondly. She had grown quite attached to the well-behaved girl who had moved in next door at the age of ten, and after learning that the girl's parents had passed away, she felt even more protective of her.
Noticing that her son was staring blankly at his bowl and clearly hadn’t absorbed her words, Mother Fu raised her voice: "Fu Qingyu! Are you even listening to me?"
"Huh?" Fu Qingyu finally lifted his head and saw his mother's stern expression. He quickly forced a smile and said, "Uh... yes, yes! I’ll go get the keys from the old house, right? I’m on it!" With that, he grabbed the car keys from the table and headed for the door.
"And don’t forget the cookies!" Mother Fu reminded him with a hint of annoyance.
"Okay, okay, I know! I'm going to deliver them now!" Fu Qingyu replied helplessly as he carried the still-warm cookies and turned to leave.
As he stepped out of the dining room, he heard Mother Fu's strong voice calling after him: "If He Xiao Zhu needs any help, make sure you assist her before coming back!"
Fu Qingyu's hand holding the box trembled slightly. I'm her boss, not her housekeeper!
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