Chapter 7 The Future President’s Wife

Despite her inner turmoil, her face remained calm.

Just as Tong Xiaoge was going through the resignation procedures, whispers were suddenly heard in the hall.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the main entrance, and a tall, exquisitely dressed woman slowly walked into the office building.

She was wearing a beige dress that was simple yet elegant in design, her long hair gently draped over her shoulders, and her face was delicately made up. Every detail looked particularly exquisite.

"Oh my God, is that Bai Youwei? Our president's childhood sweetheart?" an employee in the office whispered, his eyes not hiding his admiration for her beauty.

"Yes, I heard that she has a prominent family background and is beautiful. They are really a perfect match." Another employee went on to say with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Bai Youwei walked gracefully through the crowd, her eyes determined, and headed straight for Fu Chen's office.

Along the way, many employees looked at her with admiration, and some even privately speculated that she would become the future president's wife.

Tong Xiaoge witnessed this scene and couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart.

She didn't dare stay too long, and quickly completed the resignation procedures, then turned and left, but she couldn't help feeling a little lost and bitter in her heart.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Fu Chen's office seemed unusually calm. Fu Chen sat behind his desk, his demeanor still reserved and indifferent. When Bai Youwei knocked on the door and entered, his expression barely fluctuated.

"Achen, I came to see you." Bai Youwei said with a smile, her voice soft and a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Fu Chen just nodded lightly, and said in a flat voice, "You are here."

Bai Youwei walked up to Fu Chen and sat down gently. Her every move revealed her pure temperament.

"I heard that there have been some changes in the company recently?"

Fu Chen raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were as cold as ice, "It's okay."

Bai Youwei took out a small porcelain bowl from an exquisite thermal insulation box and gently placed it on the table. Her movements were gentle and delicate.

She looked at Fu Chen with a smile, her voice soft and caring, "My mother knew I was coming to see you, so she made your favorite chicken soup and asked me to bring it to you."

Fu Chen's eyes softened a little when he heard "my mother's soup". He looked at Bai Youwei quietly, with a barely perceptible warmth in his voice, "Thank you, Auntie. I haven't had her soup for a long time."

Bai Youwei nodded slightly, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a gentle smile.

She gently handed the soup to Fu Chen and said, "Achen, you look a little tired recently. You need to take some rest."

Fu Chen took the soup; his movements were a little stiff, but under Bai Youwei's gaze, he still took a sip.

The warm soup flowed down my throat, seeming to take away some of the frost in my heart.

At this moment, several employees passing by the office door accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene. Seeing Fu Chen and Bai Youwei together, they couldn't help but exchange a meaningful look and whispered.

"Look, what a perfect couple. Miss Bai is so gentle and virtuous."

"Yes, the two of them standing together look like people in a painting, a perfect match."

These whispers quickly spread throughout the office, and many people even secretly speculated that Bai Youwei would definitely be the first lady of the Fu Group in the future.

At the same time, Bai Youwei noticed the whispers and a barely perceptible smile crossed her lips.

She knew that every step she took was carefully calculated, and every action was aimed at consolidating her position in Fu Chen's heart.

Fu Chen finished his soup, put down the bowl, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Bai Youwei, the indifference in his eyes seemed to dissipate a little.

"Are you okay? I haven't seen you for a while, and you seem to have lost weight."

Bai Youwei shook her head gently and replied with concern, "I'm fine, I'm just a little worried about you. Achen, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Bai Youwei's eyes flickered slightly at this warm moment, and she suddenly changed the subject, with a tentative tone, "Achen, you know about Xiaoge's recent actions, right? Is she still angry with me?"

Her voice was soft, as if she was very concerned about whether Tong Xiaoge would stay or go.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his face maintaining his usual indifference.

"Don't worry about her affairs. Her decision has nothing to do with us."

His voice was low, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

At this moment, Tong Xiaoge quietly walked into Fu Chen's office, holding her resignation application in her hand, ready to give it to Fu Chen for final confirmation.

The door was slightly ajar , and her arrival went unnoticed.

Her steps were heavy, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she clearly heard the conversation between Fu Chen and Bai Youwei.

a barely perceptible hint of pride in Bai Youwei's voice , "I'm really worried. After all, we are all good friends, and I don't want our relationship to be damaged because of a small misunderstanding."

Fu Chen responded calmly, "Don't worry, I will handle Xiaoge's matter. We don't need outsiders to interfere in our affairs."

His voice was calm and firm, as if drawing a line in the sand.

Tong Xiaoge stood outside the door, the folder in her hand clenched so tightly that it turned white.

Her heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer. It turned out that in Fu Chen's heart, she had completely become an outsider.

At this moment, she fully understood how insignificant her position in this relationship was.

She silently took a few steps back, decided not to go in and disturb them, turned around and left, each step was unusually heavy.

Fu Chen's indifference made her completely give up.

Tong Xiaoge secretly swore in her heart to draw a clear line with this relationship and never look back.

At the same time, Fu Chen seemed to sense something unusual and looked out the door, but he only saw the office door slowly closing without any human figure.

His heart was slightly moved, but he quickly calmed down.

Bai Youwei saw that Fu Chen was distracted and gently pulled his attention back, "Achen, you must pay more attention to rest recently. If you need my help, please tell me at any time."

Fu Chen nodded, his eyes complicated, "Thank you, Youwei . "

Tong Xiaoge walked out of the company's door, her heart seemed to be shrouded in heavy dark clouds.

The moment she stepped out of the company, the sky seemed to sense her mood. Suddenly, dense clouds gathered and heavy rain fell mercilessly.

She did not immediately look for shelter from the rain, but let the cold rain hit her body, as if this could wash away the bitterness and despair in her heart.

The rain blurred her vision, her steps seemed weak and slow, the street lights reflected her lonely figure, her long hair was wet by the rain, sticking to her cheeks and shoulders.

Her thoughts drifted in the rain, thinking about her future direction, and the pain in her heart made her almost unable to feel the cold.