Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 112 Undercurrents Flow Beneath the Three-Person Couple's Dining Table
Fu Shizheng's eyes blazed with fury.

Caught in the act, Yan Wenjin remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. She slowly withdrew her hand, a slight smile playing on her good-natured face, and turned to look at Fu Shizheng.

"Shi Zheng, Hua Hua just poured me a glass of water, you're not going to be so petty and angry, are you?"

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Minghua.

It was as if he wanted her to reconsider. A man with such a strong possessive nature was the kind who would prevent Minghua from making friends after marriage, and would call to check up on her and get angry if she came home even a minute late.

Fu Shizheng's face darkened when he saw this.

Her expression, which had just been excited by Ming Hua's coaxing, immediately turned cold, and she looked at Yan Wenjin with a cold face:

"How did you get in?"

He had clearly told the receptionist not to let anyone come up today to disturb him and Minghua.

"Shi Zheng, don't look so suspicious."

Yan Wenjin wore a sly smile. "We've been such close friends for so many years. It's perfectly normal that we just happened to be passing by the Fu Group building and stopped by to visit you."

"Ah!"

good friend.

Fu Shizheng was so angry he almost laughed.

So that's how it is. That explains why the receptionist put Yan Wenjin up alone. He didn't believe the others hadn't tried to sneak into the Fu Group building.

Because of Yan Wenjin's sudden appearance, Fu Shizheng was completely unable to concentrate on his work.

He sat alone at his desk, while Yan Wenjin and Ming Hua sat on the sofa, occasionally exchanging words that made Ming Hua smile with her eyes crinkling.

Depend on!
Is this a date for him or for Yan Wenjin?

Fu Shizheng even vaguely felt like he was a 100-watt light bulb.

Fine, fine, so Yan Wenjin dares to scheme against him like this, huh? He doesn't believe that he can keep Ming Hua locked up at home for the rest of their date.

*
It was soon noon
Fu Shizheng happily booked a romantic restaurant near his company.

Now she's hooked up with Yan Wenjin, this mistress.

The mistress, with an air of refined manners and impeccable politeness, asked, "Shi Zheng, would you mind if I joined you for dinner?"

I mind, I mind a lot.

I'm so bothered by it it's explosive.

Fu Shizheng felt a surge of anger burning within him, and he wanted to disregard all decorum and simply punch Yan Wenjin to the ground.

Use the most primal and violent methods a man can employ to drive away his love rival.

But no, he still remembered that he was on a date with Minghua.

If a fight really breaks out, and Yan Wenjin pretends to be injured and needs to go to the hospital, today's date is over.

What's even more infuriating is that Minghua nodded without hesitation and agreed:
"Sure, Wenjin, come eat with us. It'll be more lively with more people."

"What do you think, Shi Zheng?"

After Minghua finished speaking, she turned her head and tilted her head slightly to look at Fu Shizheng, her beautiful peach blossom eyes widening slightly as she waited for the man to speak.

Seeing this little dependent look, Fu Shizheng's lips curled up slightly, barely managing to suppress the anger in his heart.

He glanced sideways at Yan Wenjin, thinking, "You like being a third wheel, huh? Go ahead and try."

He snorted coldly and replied, "I have no objection."

Yan Wenjin raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "Then I thank Shi Zheng for his hospitality."

*
Walk all the way to the couples' restaurant

Fu Shizheng had done his research beforehand, and the restaurant he booked not only had a romantic and atmospheric decor, but also delicious food.

It is the first choice for many elite groups to go on dates.

Because it's a weekday, there are fewer people dining at the restaurant.

However, when the waiter saw that the three of them were dining as a couple, he couldn't help but look a little surprised.

The astonishment reached its peak after Fu Shizheng presented his appointment information.

We booked a meal for two, and everything was clearly for couples—a standard couple's meal. Now, how come there's an extra person? Luckily, the waiter has worked at couples' restaurants for many years and is quite experienced.

Three people traveling together is quite common, isn't it?
Minghua, standing between the two, smiled and reminded the waiter, "Could you please order another meal for me? Thank you."

After speaking, Fu Shizheng took out his terminal to make the payment.

The waiter's surprised gaze swept back and forth between Fu Shizheng, Ming Hua, and Yan Wenjin.

Fu Shizheng's face was cold and dark.

Hey!
He, the powerful head of the Fu Group, actually had the audacity to invite his love rival to dinner. It was truly an eye-opener to encounter Ming Hua, this living ancestor.

After paying, the waiter led Fu Shizheng and his two companions to their reserved private room.

"Hello, this is your reserved private room. Please be seated. The kitchen will begin serving your dishes shortly."

"Just press the bell anytime you need anything."

After the waiter left, the three of them entered the private room one by one.

When I sat down, a new problem arose.

Minghua sat down first, and Fu Shizheng faced two choices: sit opposite Minghua, so that he could look at her with ease and express his feelings through his gaze.

The restaurant for couples has specially adjusted the width of the tables so that the knees of the two people sitting underneath can easily touch.

It can be considered a form of ambiguity.

But it's even more impossible for him to give up the seat next to Minghua to Yan Wenjin.

This person could secretly touch Minghua's palm while he was tidying himself up in the lounge. Who knows what he might do when he's sitting next to her?

Finally, he gritted his teeth and sat down next to Minghua.

Yan Wenjin chuckled and sat down opposite Ming Hua with satisfaction. In any case, he hadn't lost out today.

The two of them sat down leisurely.

The waiter quickly brought over the three-person couple's meal.

On the surface, everyone ate quietly, adhering to the rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping, displaying impeccable manners.

In reality, beneath the surface, a turbulent undercurrent was brewing.

Fu Shizheng held Minghua's hand as he helped her serve the food, looking every bit the considerate boyfriend.

Sitting opposite Minghua, Yan Wenjin still maintained that aloof and noble demeanor, with every move exuding elegance.

Every now and then, under Fu Shizheng's glaring gaze, she would add a dish or two to Minghua's plate.

In fact, thanks to the special design of the couples' restaurant, Yan Wenjin's knees and Ming Hua's knees were almost touching under the dining table.

The man's scalding body temperature seeped through the thin fabric of his suit trousers and onto Minghua.

Suddenly, Minghua, who was sipping her soup, felt a man rub her leg in an intimate way.

The man's ascetic dark suit trousers and the woman's white long dress complement each other, creating a striking contrast.

Minghua, who was drinking soup, stopped and looked up at Yan Wenjin across from her, whose expression remained unchanged. She thought to herself, "What a good actor."

"What's wrong? Is the soup not good?"

Fu Shizheng observed very carefully, and he became completely engrossed in feeding Minghua.

Watching her pick up every piece of food I added for her and eat it, her cheeks puffed out, was so cute.

So the moment Minghua's expression froze, he realized something was wrong.

Almost immediately, they turned their questioning gaze to Yan Wenjin, who was sitting opposite them.

Powerful thigh movements.

Minghua heard two muffled thuds from under the table; both men were extremely restrained and did not overturn the table.

"Hmm, this soup is quite delicious."

Minghua praised.

(End of this chapter)