"I'm still dizzy and my head hurts." He didn't tell the housekeeper that she couldn't go to the party just now, she just followed what he meant.

"Get a good rest." He dropped these words, turned and left.

Before long, the sound of a car engine came from the garden.

Fu Yuan'er got up, except for her weakness, she had almost recovered.

After she finished washing, she half-lied on the sofa to study the interview materials.

Someone knocked on the door again.

The housekeeper brought her breakfast.

Murong Jue followed.

"Too grandma!" Fu Yuan'er sat up quickly.

"Lie down, lie down well." Murong Jue came to her with a smile, and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

"much better."

Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips: "I didn't expect to be able to toss like this in the rain. Normally I have very good physical fitness."

"Small illnesses like this kind of pain are just your body reminding you that you should rest." Murong Jue put a bowl of fish porridge into her hand.

Fu Yuan'er stared at the heat rising from the fish porridge for a while.

What about taking a break? She didn't just take up the heavy responsibility of the social edition in the newspaper.

"Yuan'er, why are you in a daze?" Murong Jue asked.

"Too grandma, to tell you that, I was appointed as the head of a section of the newspaper yesterday." Fu Yuaner ate the fish porridge and told Murong Jue the matter.

Murong Jue smiled after hearing this, "I didn't expect Cheng Zitong to do such a thing."

Fu Yuan'er was at a loss as to what Cheng Zi had to do with him.

"Stupid boy," Murong Jue patted her head lightly, "Why did he help you to vent your anger in front of the editor-in-chief?"

Fu Yuan'er was taken aback, yes, why?

"Of course it was because someone instructed him to do this." Murong Jue was amused. "You go to check, who is the investor behind Gengdu Culture Company, isn't it all clear?"

As he said, Murong Jue shook his head with emotion, "Nowadays young people are really good at playing, and they guess each other."

Fu Yuan'er couldn't wait for Murong Jue to leave, so she quickly found someone to check.

It didn't take long for her to receive the result. There are several investors in Gengdu Culture Company, and she doesn't know the others, but there is a company that is surprisingly Cheng Zitong!

"Do you understand now?" Murong Jue raised her eyebrows at her.

Fu Yuan'er was stunned. The first thing she did after she recovered was to find Cheng Zi and ask her questions.

"Don't worry, you're still sick," Murong Jue said with a smile, "You can't drive yet, I'll let the driver take you there."

"Thank you, grandma." She gave Murong Jue a big kiss on her face.

Murong Jue was surprised at first, then smiled happily, "Okay, slow down."

When Fu Yuaner's footsteps disappeared on the stairs, the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Madam, why do you tell her this to make them feel better together?" the butler asked.

The housekeeper has been in Cheng's house for a long time, so the name Murong Jue still stays when he first arrived.

Murong Jue changed his former kindness and smiled coldly, "It's very interesting to watch these young people fighting."

**

Fu Yuaner went directly to Cheng Zitong's company.

However, he was not at the company, and his secretary told her: "I don't know where Mr. Cheng has gone. He doesn't tell me every trip."

Fu Yuan'er took a look at the secretary. This secretary is pretty.

"I'm not looking for him, I'll talk to you." Fu Yuan'er suddenly had some other thoughts, "Can you make me a cup of coffee?"

"Didn't you have a cold, can you drink coffee?" the secretary asked immediately.

Fu Yuan'er was surprised. Did she tell people that she had a cold at a glance?

"I'll make you a cup of dried longan tea." The secretary said.

In a moment, she returned from the pantry and sat on the other side of the sofa.

"Thank you." Fu Yuan'er picked up the cup of tea and warmed her hands.

"Mrs. Cheng, just tell me if you have any questions," the secretary shrugged. "I don't know much about personal matters, but I don't know much about it."

Fu Yuan'er smiled: "How do you know that I want to ask him about private matters?"

The secretary curled his lips, "Do you want to ask for official business?"

Coincidentally, all she wanted to ask was official business.

"Can I know what percentage of the company's investment in farming and reading culture is?"

The secretary was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fu Yuan'er again.

At first she thought Fu Yuan'er was different, but she didn't expect it to be so.

In fact, some women wanted to ask the company before, but when she heard the question, she knew what they really wanted to know about Mr. Cheng's money.

Like Fu Yuaner asked so carefully, it really didn't.

"Not much, about ten percent," the secretary replied.

It turns out that there is really investment.

"Why would he invest in a cultural company?" Fu Yuaner asked.

"I really don't know this." The secretary shook his head.

Fu Yuan'er stared at the secretary silently, telling her instinctively that the secretary was lying.

Her staring skills are very good. During the interview, if she feels that the other party is not telling the truth, she just looks at the other party quietly.

Hundred percent will end with the other party admitting defeat and telling the truth.

Over time, her peers gave her a nickname, Hawkeye.

The secretary really couldn't hold it.

"Mrs. Cheng, I don't know why you asked this suddenly, but I can guarantee that although Cheng is always for a girl, he and this girl are absolutely innocent."

This answer was really beyond Fu Yuan'er's expectation.

"Why do you say that?" Could it be that Cheng Zitong didn't like others again.

"Because that girl is only sixteen years old."

Fu Yuan'er:...

How should she describe her current mood.

It's like riding a roller coaster. I thought Cheng Zitong was investing in farming and studying culture for her, but in fact, it was for a girl.

Asking the company representative to help her get ahead in front of the editor-in-chief should be his help.

It's not very surprising.

Today, the relationship between the two of them can become helping each other. When she was sick, he poured water and gave medicine or something, which exceeded her expectations.

For Cheng Zitong, she has no more emotional needs.

Even what is now available is dispensable.

When she returned to the Cheng’s villa, the party was probably held in the family bar on the basement floor, and the housekeeper had already taken people there to deliver all kinds of food.

"Yuan'er," Murong Jue asked, sitting on the bench at the top of the steps, "have you asked him, why did he do this secretly?"

Fu Yuan'er thought silently about her role in the Cheng family, Cheng Zi and his true wife.

Therefore, she should be blushing with tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter," Murong Jue was taken aback, "Why are you still crying? Come here, come here, Grandma will be your master."

Fu Yuan'er sat down beside her, immediately hugged her shoulders, and cried: "Too grandma, he has a woman outside, oooo..."

Tears slid down Fu Yuan'er's face, she was very sad.

"Really?" Murong Jue frowned solemnly, and immediately ordered the housekeeper: "Go and call the son."

Fu Yuan'er was full of question marks. Is Cheng Zi at home? She passed the garage just now and didn't see his car.

In a moment, Cheng Zitong followed the housekeeper.

Seeing her holding Murong Jue's shoulders twitching, he was also full of doubts.

But he quickly understood that Fu Yuaner was pretending.

She had already blinked at him secretly, motioning him to pay attention to cooperation.

"Too grandma." He said hello first, then looked at Fu Yuan'er: "Aren't you sick, don't you take a good rest?"

Murong Jue patted the armrest of the chair seriously, "Zitong, do you have a woman outside?" she asked directly.

"No...no." Cheng Zi stammered in the same voice, an expression of hesitation and unconfidence.

"Grandma, look, I didn't lie to you!" Fu Yuaner cried again, "he dare not tell the truth at all!"

Cheng Zitong frowned: "I'm telling the truth."

"Then I ask you, what are you investing in Gengdu Culture for?" Fu Yuaner asked softly.

An accident flashed through Cheng Zitong's eyes. She didn't expect that she already knew about his acquisition of the newspaper.

"Too grandma, I have heard that he did this for a girl, a 16-year-old girl!" She said with tears.

Cheng Zitong's eyes darkened slightly, his eyes became complicated, and no one could understand what he was thinking.

"Zitong, tell me what's going on." Murong Jue said.

Cheng Zi nodded at the same time, "Gengdu Culture signed a 16-year-old traffic celebrity, I think it is very valuable."

He has developed a five-year training plan for this influencer, and then transfers her contract after five years to make a lot of money.

Fu Yuan'er complained in her heart, only doing business, and even used the concept of the cultivation system.

This kind of thing is not just to deceive children and make their money.

In order to make money, Cheng Zitong did some things that were not worth mentioning in the upper class.

However, thinking of this, Fu Yuan'er was not disgusted, she even showed a trace of sympathy.

As the illegitimate child of the Cheng family, he not only didn't enjoy the benefits, he had to rely on his own means to keep moving forward.

Is he a person who will stray sooner or later?

"Even if you are right, but no matter how valuable you are, you can't neglect your wife." Murong Jue frowned, "Now you take Yuan'er back to the room and let her calm down."

Cheng Zi nodded at the same time, found Fu Yuan'er's hand very accurately, pulled it up, and walked towards the villa.

After closing the door "pop", Fu Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm exhausted." This is acting every day, when is the head.

"Did you go to my company today? Cheng Zi asked the same.

She nodded honestly, "I heard that you invested in Gengdu Culture, I'll go see what's going on."

"Do you think I'm for you?" Cheng Zi raised his eyebrows, ruthlessly piercing his fantasies.

"I don't think so, but you should all know the other shareholders, are they familiar with you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to figure out who has the final say in the new A Daily News, and whether the matter in charge of the social edition that I have received is a trap!"

Cheng Zitong nodded slightly, "Then you can rest assured that the goal of our investment is to make money, not for someone."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Fu Yuan'er sat there, feeling as if she had figured out something, but she was even more puzzled.