My 100-Day Secret Marriage With The Boss

Chu Wuyou was studying the photo when the ringtone filled the room. She picked up the call immediately upon realizing who the call was from.

"Wuyou, Wuyou, breaking news. Go on, look at the photo I sent to you." Qin Yutong's high-pitched voice blasted through the other side of the phone right away.

"I've already seen it." Chu Wuyou was amused at Qin Yutong's personality that seemed to be fueled with never-ending energy.

"I found out the name of that model from last time. Her name is Meng Ruoting and she's here looking for your husband again. This photo was taken secretly not long ago when both of them were leaving Ye Company. It's not been spread across the internet yet. I found it in a random Weibo account and the photo was taken down in less than a minute. I only managed to download it because I moved at the speed of lightning." Qin Yutong blurted out a lot of information at once.

Chu Wuyou shifted her attention toward the photo again. Since the both of them were walking out of the building, the photographer managed to capture the front view of the woman's face this time. Meng Ruoting appeared to be all smiles.

The standard indifferent expression also disappeared from Ye Lanchen's face. He seemed multiple folds gentler compared to how he appeared when he left the villa not long ago.

Unquestionably, anyone with a fully functional vision could notice the unusual relationship between the two people.

However, what kind of relationship exactly?

If Ye Lanchen and Meng Ruoting were truly in a romantic relationship, why did they not marry each other straight away when pressured by his grandfather? Instead, ignoring what was close at hand in favor of the far afield, Ye Lanchen came to ask for Chu Wuyou for her hand?

With Chu Wuyou in disguise, any sane man would pick Meng Ruoting without a doubt.

Chu Wuyou could not fathom the reason behind his decision.

"Don't you have anything to say about the photo?" Qin Yutong on the other end of the phone was obviously getting antsy because of Chu Wuyou's silence.

"It's a good photo." Chu Wuyou looked at the photo again and provided her fair evaluation. The woman in the photo was beautiful and the man was good-looking too. It was indeed a nice picture.

In actuality, Chu Wuyou really wished the two of them were in a loving relationship. Things would get way less complicated for her if that was the truth.

Chu Wuyou kept staring at the photo intently. Once again, she felt a sense of familiarity at Meng Ruoting's face as if she had seen her before.

Logically, she had a great memory and generally would not forget about the faces that she had laid her eyes on. However, she could not bring herself to remember where or when she met the woman in the photo.

The name Meng Ruoting also did not ring a bell.

"What the hell? Is this how you should react upon realizing your husband meeting another woman behind your back?" Qin Yutong was panic-stricken. She would probably slap Chu Wuyou across the face if she was present right now.

"What else do you expect? Should I go catch them in the act?" Chu Wuyou was brought back to reality and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She only said that to play along with Qin Yutong.

"Sure, that's a great idea." However, Qin Yutong took her words seriously and her voice was laced with excitement. "Babe, we should go and catch them in the act along with the two darlings. It'll be extremely exciting! Initially, Zhimo and I were planning to…"

Chu Wuyou felt annoyed but amused upon hearing Qin Yutong's response yet she narrowed her eyes immediately as she listened on. "What were you planning with Zhimo?"

"Nothing, Nothing at all." Qin Yutong had always been a forthright and outspoken person. She nearly leaked her secret plan when excitement took over her. However, she knew better than to confess to the aforementioned matter or Zhimo would inevitably regard her with contempt.

"Yutong, I suspect Ye Lanchen is the birth father of my children." Instead of inquiring further, Chu Wuyou changed the topic of the conversation.