You can’t even tell that she is in her thirties and has a nine-year-old son.
When she went out in the morning, her son complimented her on how beautiful she was today.
Her parents-in-law looked at her dressed like this and hesitated to speak.
Zhang Yue knew what her parents-in-law was thinking. She heard everything her parents-in-law said last night.
She secretly selected and observed for such a long time that only Lu Dongming was suitable for her.
It was not easy to explain that she was the third party in the relationship between Lu Dongming and Hai Ling, so she kept it secret and waited to see how Lu Dongming would react.
As long as Lu Dongming reacts, she will be called a mistress and she will compete fairly with Hai Ling.
If Lu Dongming just admired her and regarded her as a client and partner in business cooperation, she would give up and not be the third party who interferes with other people’s feelings.
If she gave up on Lu Dongming, she would never consider getting married in the future.
Take good care of the company, raise her son, provide for her parents-in-law until they are old enough, and wait until her son grows up to take over. Then she can retire, then meet up with a group of old sisters and travel around the world.
Occasionally, if you feel upset, you can go to Cowherd’s shop to spend money.
No love, no marriage, no relationships.
Zhang Yue was telling the truth. She put her hands on the wheelchair, just for show, and she didn’t need to push Lu Dongming away.
Arriving at Lu Dongming’s desk, Zhang Yue let go of his hand.
Seeing Lu Dongming about to get up, Zhang Yue instinctively went to help him.
“Mr. Zhang, you don’t need to help me. I’ll do it by myself. I insist on doing rehabilitation every day. Although I haven’t fully recovered yet, I can still stand up and walk two steps.”
Lu Dongming rejected Zhang Yue’s support.
Zhang Yue had no choice but to retract her hand, but still looked at Lu Dongming with concern.
Lu Dongming stood up slowly, then grabbed the desk and walked around to sit down on the black swivel chair.
Seeing him sitting down, Zhang Yue followed suit.
Lu Dongming’s secretary pushed the wheelchair aside, next to the desk, for Lu Dongming’s convenience.
“Zhang, do you always want warm water or coffee?”
Lu Dongming asked politely.
Zhang Yue replied: “I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m a little sleepy now. Give me a cup of coffee to refresh me. I have to drink two or three cups of coffee every day to survive until I go home at night.”
Too tired.