Misplaced Relationship - 132 - I’m thinking of you

132 – I’m thinking of you

The next day, Fang Tang didn’t even say goodbye to Tao Shishi before she left. She slept on the plane, continued to sleep in the car, and even slept at home until Lu Yan returned from work in the evening. Her mother came over to cook for them and was surprised to see Fang Tang sleeping so heavily. She thought Fang Tang was pregnant, but when she called her in to eat, she saw the h*ckies all over her neck.

“…..”

Fang Tang’s new company is near her home. She doesn’t like to drive and doesn’t have a driving license, so she usually rides her bike to work. Because the new company isn’t as prestigious as overseas or other big cities in the country, she hasn’t revealed her overseas experience or her work as a journalist. Instead, she works in post-production, specializing in video editing for the company. After all, there aren’t many important people to interview in her small town.

Their lives have been peaceful, except for Lu Yan’s move to the research institute. They are currently working on a medical project and stay up late every day. Fang Tang lets him finish his work before coming home to avoid the hassle of commuting back and forth.

On the days when Lu Yan is away, she goes to her parents’ house to eat. During the day, she works, and after work, she takes her DV camera and films. Her colleagues at the company often see her dressed in a relaxed and casual style, not wearing branded clothes, so they assume she comes from an average family.  They assume that her family background is average and sometimes ask her to participate in group tasks. Fang Tang is happy to help them. With her cheerful and lively personality, it doesn’t take long for people to get a good impression of her in the new environment.

On weekends, after eating together, a group of colleagues admire the luxury car parked at the entrance. “I can’t afford that, even if I work all my life, right?”

“Don’t even talk about a lifetime, you can’t even afford it in two lifetimes.”

As they spoke, the back door opened and a man lowered his head and stepped out of the car. His tailored suit accentuated his tall, slender frame, and his cool profile turned towards them, revealing sharp, defined features. His collar was crisp and he exuded an air of nobility.

His dark eyes scanned the crowd, then softened when he saw something. His thin lips curved into a gentle smile.

Everyone gasped.

Is he too handsome?!!!

The next second, they saw Fang Tang, who was usually using various money saving apps with them, leap down the stairs like a cannonball and rush into the man’s arms. She hugged his face and kissed him several times, saying, “Why didn’t you tell me you were back?”

Colleagues: “…..”

They looked at the luxury car, then at the man, then at Fang Tang. After a few seconds of stunned silence, they came to a conclusion: the clown was actually them.

Lu Yan held Fang Tang’s waist and said with a hint of laughter in his voice, “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” Fang Tang hugged him tightly.

After a while, she remembered that there were colleagues behind her. She was quite open and let go of Lu Yan, then introduced the group of colleagues behind her and said, “This is my husband.”

Lu Yan nodded politely while keeping his eyes on Fang Tang. After exchanging greetings, the two of them got into the car and drove off. Leaving behind a group of dumbfounded colleagues, they looked at the direction the car was going and said enviously, “That man is actually her husband? She’s actually married… What does her husband do? Why is he so rich?”

“It looks like it’s not just her husband who’s rich.” A colleague said weakly, “Didn’t you find Fang Tang familiar? She’s Fang Tang, the big V journalist, very famous abroad.”

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds, then they all opened their phones to search and saw that Fang Tang’s personal account had been posting various daily videos of her and her husband for years. The latest post was from their recent dinner, with a location tag.

Fang Tang took a photo of a pure white porcelain plate with a heart-shaped arrangement of corn on it. The caption read: ?There’s corn on the table, but I’m thinking of you.?

Everyone: “…..”

They didn’t know whether to envy or mock the completely unrelated but incredibly rhyming words.