She didn't understand, if she was just dispensable to him, why didn't he agree to divorce?

Or, in order to save his face, he has not thought about divorce in the short term.

If the latter is true, that would be great, and there is still room for discussion on this matter.

She thought wildly for a while and didn't know when she fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she heard Cheng Zitong's low voice, "...She called you. Are you sure she said she had found the person who leaked the bottom price? Did she say who it was? You asked her to

The other party’s information tells you that you are checking according to my instructions..."

"Tell her that I am on a business trip and will be back in three days."

Fu Yuan'er sat up, rubbed her eyes and asked, "Didn't you say you had a phone with you because you were worried that Zi Yin would find out your whereabouts?"

"This is not my usual phone," he replied.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking there was something wrong with his words.

At this time, the driver's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Cheng, the dock has arrived."

Cheng Zitong agreed.

Fu Yuan'er stood up and looked out the window in surprise, and saw that the yacht was indeed docked at a pier, but it was different from when she set off.

"Where have we been?" she asked.

"City C."

After running for a day and a night, we arrived in City C.

"Now that we've docked, can we go to City C?" she then asked.

For a press release she recently compiled, the interviewee happened to be in City C.

When she was finishing the manuscript, she found that there were still many things that needed to be added, but she never had the chance to come over. Now that she is here, she really wants to go to the city.

"How can you contact people if you don't have a phone?" Cheng Zitong asked.

When leaving the tea house, Fu Yuan'er's phone was taken away by Cheng Zitong to prevent Ziyin from peeking.

This sentence stunned Fu Yuan'er.

Cheng Zitong prepared breakfast after getting up, but Fu Yuan'er was nowhere to be seen in the yacht.

"My wife is at the pier." The driver saw his panic and immediately pointed to the pier.

Cheng Zitong raised his eyes and saw that Fu Yuan'er was indeed walking on the pier, with a thoughtful look on her face.

An idea suddenly came to his mind. When she was at sea, she had nowhere to go and had to go back to the cabin to look for him. It would be cute~

He sighed softly, understanding that she was worried about finding someone in City C.

Indeed, Fu Yuan'er had at least thought of dozens of ways in her mind, but they all required contacting people in City A, so she overturned them all.

She had seen Ziyin's abilities before, and she really didn't dare to take risks.

She walked to the railing of the pier, turned around again, and almost hit a wall of flesh this time.

He looked up and saw Cheng Zitong standing in front of him.

"Who are you going to interview?" he asked.

She said a name in confusion, not understanding why he asked this suddenly.

Cheng Zitong pondered the name for a moment, "I know him. He is the second son of the Zhan family and runs an investment company."

Fu Yuan'er didn't expect that he was even familiar with people from City C. However, "I don't care which family he is the second son of. I care about how his second wife bullied his ex-wife."

This interview was filed under a topic on the social media page called "What happens to women who think they have the whole world when they steal a man?"

As soon as this topic came up, the colleagues in charge of the complaint hotline were so busy that they had no time to eat every day, and the click-through rate of the social page also hit a record high.

Therefore, the social version is to be close to the society.

OK~

Cheng Zitong frowned: "The person you want to interview is Zhan Laoer's wife?"

Fu Yuan'er nodded, "It doesn't matter if you don't know him. I'll figure it out myself."

"Follow me." He took her hand.

"It's useless for you to take me to find Zhan Lao Er," she said repeatedly, "The person I want to find is his wife..."

"Can't I get to know his wife?" Cheng Zitong asked disdainfully.

Fu Yuan'er:......

She forgot how good his luck with women was.

Sure enough, he took her to a certain hotel. One glance showed that the hotel was of high quality. As soon as they entered the lobby, a waiter came up and asked Cheng Zitong's identity and whether he had a VIP card.

"We are here to dine on the third floor." Cheng Zitong sent the waiter away with these words.

"There is a service in the restaurant. If you spend a certain amount of money, you will receive professional skin care for female guests." Before entering the restaurant, he told Fu Yuan'er, "Zhan Laoer's wife likes to come to the hotel for skin care at this time. You must be sure to do it after you enter."

I can meet him."

The look in Fu Yuan'er's eyes when she looked at him suddenly became meaningful. She knew exactly what a woman's skin care routine was, and she really couldn't do this unless she was a boyfriend or girlfriend.

"In order to reach a cooperation with Zhan Laoer, I sent someone to understand the working and living habits of him and his wife." Cheng Zitong said calmly.

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but blush slightly. It turned out to be because of work. It seemed that she was thinking too much.

"It's not appropriate for me to show up. I'll just wait for you in the restaurant. Besides, you'd better not show your identity." He warned again.

Fu Yuan'er understood that her true identity was revealed here, and Zi Yin might be able to find it out in City A.

She nodded to Cheng Zitong, stood up and left with the waiter.

Cheng Zitong ordered a bottle of wine and had reached the minimum consumption. She could do skin care first and then eat.

Naturally, the skin care room is also comfortably decorated, with luxury and nobility everywhere. Even though Fu Yuan'er is a serious young lady, lying here doing skin care, she instantly feels like a queen being served...

However, there were a lot of "queens" here, and they were all wearing facial masks. For a while, Fu Yuan'er really couldn't figure out who was Zhan Lao Er's wife.

She could only take care of her skin first and plan to get close to the beauty consultant later.

"Is the product you are using for me the latest product sent from Haizhou?" Suddenly, I heard a female customer not far away ask.

The beauty consultant answered her: "Don't worry, Mrs. Zhan, we can sign a guarantee letter with you."

Mrs. Zhan... Fu Yuan'er turned her head and glanced, remembering her burgundy hair.

"Okay, you guys bring the warranty first and I'll sign it before using the product." Mrs. Zhan said unceremoniously.

The beauty consultant got up and went out first.

During this period, Mrs. Zhan also got up to go to the bathroom, and the discussion in the skin care room started.

"Who is that? There are quite a lot of things going on."

"That's right, what kind of card did you apply for?"

"I am Mrs. Zhan and I have a Supreme Gold Card. Of course I am asking for too much."

Upon hearing this, many people stopped talking.

Being able to get a Supreme Gold Card in a place like this means that he is not an ordinary person and cannot be offended easily.

Fu Yuan'er doesn't think Mrs. Zhan is too busy, so what's wrong with safeguarding her own rights?

After finishing the complimentary skin care program, Fu Yuan'er went to the teahouse next to her. She also got the information from the chats of the guests. After finishing the skin care, they usually come here to rest for a while before leaving.

She waited for almost an hour, and Mrs. Zhan, who had burgundy hair,

Tai finally showed up.

According to the information, Mrs. Zhan is forty this year, but to the naked eye, she looks younger than her peers.

The cost of maintenance is not wasted.

Fu Yuan'er remembered the life photos of Zhan Laoer's ex-wife that she had seen in the interview materials. Her condition was incomparable to Mrs. Zhan's.

Sometimes it’s really hard to figure out why women live.

"Is this Mrs. Zhan?" Fu Yuan'er came to her.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Zhan glanced at her sharply.

"Hello, Mrs. Zhan, I am a reporter from Xin A Daily. My colleague reporter Qian once interviewed you."

She handed over her press pass.

Mrs. Zhan just glanced at it and didn't answer, "Why are you looking for me?"

Fu Yuan'er just didn't want her to see her information. She put the ID away calmly and said, "My colleague still left some omissions in your interview. Can I add a few more questions?"

Mrs. Zhan looked at Fu Yuan'er's attire. She still had to take off the nightgown she had just worn for facial makeup, and it was blue only for temporary customers.

At a glance, it was obvious that this person had gone to a restaurant to spend money in order to wait for her here.

She enjoys this feeling of being sought after.
To be continued...