President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him

The SpongeBob plushie had a smiley expression, grinning and laughing heartily. It stood to reason that anyone who saw it couldn’t help but smile knowingly, but Fu Yanhe was not infected by SpongeBob’s happiness at all; instead, he felt more depressed.

Fu Yanhe believed that the SpongeBob plushie was laughing at him, mocking him openly. Here he was, sleeping alone on the sofa, pitifully, while a plushie was sharing the bed with the person he still couldn’t have—his wife.

Just thinking about it made him very angry, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Especially when he recalled how long ago the SpongeBob SquarePants plushie had probably appeared on the bed, held by Gu Wenning as they slept together. The more Fu Yanhe looked at the SpongeBob plushie, the more he disliked it. He found himself torn between wanting to throw the plushie away and wishing he could somehow replace it, putting his soul into the body of the SpongeBob plushie on the spot.

He longed to appreciate his wife’s peaceful sleeping face up close and lay on the same bed with him.

Of course, Fu Yanhe could only hate the SpongeBob plushie in his heart; he would never dare to throw it away. He could think of it with his brain: if a plushie could be placed on the bed, it must be something Gu Wenning liked or had some special meaning. Otherwise, it would have been tucked away in a corner, gathering dust.

Through his observations, Fu Yanhe noticed more than one refrigerator magnet shaped like SpongeBob on the fridge. The cushion on the coffee table also had a SpongeBob pattern, and even Gu Wenning’s mobile phone screensaver featured SpongeBob. It was clear that Gu Wenning liked the animated character, so Fu Yanhe wouldn’t do anything to the SpongeBob plushie.

However, he secretly declared war on the SpongeBob plushie in his heart. Just wait; sooner or later, he would definitely take its place. Not only would he replace it, but he would also sleep with his wife in his arms every night. His wife could hold him, but he was too big for that, so it was better for him to hold his wife. As a considerate and good husband, how could he let his wife be tired from working so hard? When that time came, the SpongeBob plushie would be pushed aside to cool down.

Of course, Gu Wenning didn’t know that Fu Yanhe, with his wild imagination, had begun to see the SpongeBob plushie as a serious rival, secretly competing against it. If he had known, he would probably have been helpless.

As for the SpongeBob plushie, if it had any awareness of the jealousy directed at it, it might have cried out that it was wronged, feeling that it had fallen from the sky for no reason and was now saddled with a heavy blame, because as a plushie, it had no ability to move at all. It was entirely under the control of its master.

Full of murderous intent, Fu Yanhe glared at the SpongeBob plushie several times, feeling hostility toward it. He wanted to take SpongeBob and use it as a pillow for himself, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. First, he wasn’t sure whether taking the plushie, which belonged to his wife, would anger him. Secondly, in a sense, the SpongeBob plushie was now his enemy. Who would be willing to share a room and sleep with their enemy, even if that animosity was entirely one-sided?

The SpongeBob plushie looked very soft, though; it would likely be quite comfortable as a pillow. Fu Yanhe was used to soft pillows every night.

There was a desk lamp on the bedside table casting a weak orange light. Fu Yanhe had just reached out to turn off the lamp when, almost the next second, he heard a cold voice.

“You don’t need to turn off this light.”

Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes to look at the speaker, seeing Gu Wenning, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed. He had opened them at some point, revealing clear black and white eyes.

There was a hint of vulnerability that was not easily detectable. Fu Yanhe responded calmly, “Okay, I won’t turn off the light.”

He didn’t ask or delve into why Gu Wenning didn’t want him to turn off the lamp. He simply did as Gu Wenning said. Besides, it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone had their own habits; some people needed complete darkness to sleep, while others needed to wear eye masks or earplugs. It wasn’t surprising that some people preferred to sleep with the lights on.

It was just that Gu Wenning had obviously reacted a bit to the suggestion of turning off the light.

“Go on to sleep, wife. Don’t worry, the light will always be on for you. I won’t turn it off secretly. I’m not that free.”

“Do you still want to listen to my stories?” Fu Yanhe asked deliberately.

Gu Wenning was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said anxiously, “No need.”

He had heard enough bad jokes that day, more than he had heard in the past twenty years. If he heard more, he would probably dream of them.

The desk lamp remained on, but the main bedroom light was still off. With the main light turned off, the room dimmed, leaving only a yellowish halo that quietly radiated light.

Fu Yanhe stood at the door, looking at the person hiding half of his face under the quilt. A warmth spread through his heart, and a feeling called happiness quietly rose within him.

Wherever he looked, it was the person he loved. How could he not feel happy?

Laying on the sofa and inhaling his wife’s scent from every corner, Fu Yanhe tossed and turned excitedly, unable to fall asleep.

If he could stay at his wife’s house and if things continued to develop at such a gratifying and amazing pace, would he be able to sleep in his wife’s bed the next day and take him home the day after that?

There was plenty of room for imagination. The more Fu Yanhe thought about it, the more confident he became. It was strange if he could sleep.

Suddenly, an unpleasant thought crossed his mind, darkening his expression.

The Gu family needed to be investigated carefully; there was likely a lot of trouble there.

The Gu family had bullied his wife, and while he could tolerate it, he couldn’t. He had to stand up for his wife and support him. Otherwise, the Gu family would never take his wife seriously and would continue to bully him at will.

With this in mind, Fu Yanhe assigned more work to Secretary Xu. Unfortunately, Secretary Xu was jolted awake by the vibrating sound of his cell phone at midnight. When he got up and saw that his immediate boss had assigned him tasks, he replied without thinking, “Received.”

As for keeping his mobile phone open 24 hours a day, dealing with various matters for his boss, and being busy like a spinning top, Secretary Xu held no resentment in his heart. The answer was no. The reason was that the boss provided too much. As long as he was compensated fairly, nothing would be a problem, and the boss could do whatever he wanted at any time.