Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

Gong Yayue took a last look at the place where she had lived for nearly 30 years.

As a loser, she knew very well that if she continued to stay here, her life would stop here.

In the past, in order to compete for the position of the heir to the royal family, she gave up too much and turned herself into a power-hungry woman.

From now on, she wants to live for herself once.

Gong Yayue withdrew her gaze, took firm steps, and left without looking back.

Fengming Terrace.

The window of the box on the second floor was half open.

Ming Qiuhe was sitting by the window, holding a teacup in his hand, watching the opera performance on the stage downstairs.

With a leisurely posture, he said slowly: "Second Master Chu, it's really rare that you invited me here to listen to the music instead of going to the banquet at the Lord's Mansion."

With lowered eyebrows and eyes, Chu Zhou flicked the floating tea leaves with the lid of a celadon cup, and said lightly, "Didn't you go too?"

"Me?" Ming Qiuhe turned his head to look at Chu Zhou, and said self-deprecatingly: "I am an ordinary businessman, one has no contribution in catching traitors, and the other is no prominent status, how can I be honored to receive an invitation from the royal family?"

Chu Zhou exposed it bluntly: "If you hadn't played around, how could someone like Jiang Shuwen come forward to help so easily?"

That's right.

Ming Qiuhe has always been a low-key person and doesn't like to be in the limelight.This time he helped the Xin family reverse the case and arrested Zheng Hongan. Although he didn't show up in the open, he has been helping in secret.

"Mr. Chu will keep this kindness in mind, so naturally he won't make Mr. Ming's work in vain."

As Chu Zhou said, he put down his teacup, took out a thin rectangular box, and handed it to Ming Qiuhe.

Ming Qiuhe: "This is..."

"Open it and have a look." Chu Zhou motioned.

Ming Qiuhe opened the box hesitantly, and a faint woody fragrance wafted out, which shocked him.

Seeing the contents of the box clearly, surprise flashed in his eyes.

It was actually a folding fan made of agarwood!

Chu Zhou took his reaction into consideration, and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Ming likes to collect this object, and I will do what I like to express my gratitude."

Ming Qiuhe didn't have time to speak, and impatiently stretched out his hand to touch it.

The tentacles are warm and moist, the wood is simple and unsophisticated, and the elegant and refined aroma is exuded.

This is definitely agarwood over 500 years old!

Ming Qiuhe doesn't covet fame and wealth, nor is he a womanizer. She only has a little fun, which is listening to ditties and collecting all kinds of fans!

This gift from Chu Zhou was more than just for what he wanted, it was for his heart!

How could he refuse it?

Ming Qiuhe took a slight breath, put the fan back into the box, and wanted to push it back, "It's too precious..."

Chu Zhou pressed his hand and shook his head slightly, "Compared to everything you have done for Ah Chen, it is nothing. You can accept it with peace of mind."

Ming Qiuhe looked at the seriousness in his eyes, and couldn't refuse anymore, with a smile on his face, "Thank you."

The two chatted again, and Chu Zhou talked about his next plan.

Ming Qiuhe was a little surprised when he heard that he was going to leave the capital, "Are you going back to Haicheng?"

"Do not."

Chu Zhou thought for a while, "I might go abroad, so if we are in China... maybe I need Mr. Ming to help Ah Chen. Now he has to manage the Chu family and is in charge of the capital. The chamber of commerce has a heavier burden on its shoulders than before."

"I will help him." Ming Qiuhe said obligingly.

Chu Zhou nodded. After finishing what he had to say, he got up to leave.

Ming Qiuhe watched his back go down the stairs, and walked towards the door, only to look away when he couldn't see him.

I took out the fan from the box, unfolded it slowly, and admired it with great interest.

Chu Zhou left Fengming Terrace and walked towards his car.

A figure stood beside his car, saw him appear, and shouted: "Chu Zhou."