The Former Wife of Invisible Wealthy Man - Chapter 84.4
Chapter 84: Unvarnished Truth (4)
At this time, Chen Shu’s sixth sense kicked in. He was super sensitive to the message she had received.
Chen Shu, who was sitting across from her, silently took out his cell phone and saw a bullet screen calling Ye Sui their wife.
His face slightly darkened as he immediately registered an account, entered a comment, and sent it out.
“She is my wife alone. I don’t allow any rebuttals.”
The comment on the internet looked similar to the above, but no one could see the bitterness contained in it.
The company’s president, Chen Shu, was among the netizens and could not see any difference between his tone and that of the other netizens. He just sat there by himself, eating stifled jealousy alone.
Ye Sui was looking down at her cell phone and didn’t find Chen Shu’s comment. In addition, she did not look at Chen Shu, who was sitting there. What if she had eye contact with him and the netizens discovered it?
As a result, Chen Shu’s remarks of swearing sovereignty over her were submerged in the bullet screen.
Chen Shu wouldn’t leave it at that, though. He kept repeating his comments during the live stream, pushing his presence up to attract Ye Sui’s attention.
“Ye Sui, your makeup looks good today. You really look like a goddess. Can you tell me what the red lipstick’s number is?”
“She is my wife alone. I don’t allow any rebuttals.”
“When will the new movie be released? Really looking forward to it! Can you spoil it a little?”
“She is my wife alone. I don’t allow any rebuttals.”
“What’s the matter with Ye Sui’s husband fan? It’s been brushing the screen and has seriously affected my viewing of the live broadcast! Stop talking and shut up!”
Ye Sui: “…”
Ye Sui pretended to be thirsty and took a look at Chen Shu while picking up the glass.
The next second, as expected, Ye Sui saw the grumbling in Chen Shu’s eyes. So he was the husband fan just now. He had become skilled at spamming.
Ye Sui smiled. Chen Shu was not her husband fan. He was a real husband.
Ye Sui was sitting on the edge of the sofa. Behind her was a small, high table with a vase on it. At this time, someone sent a question in the comments.
“Ye Sui, is that an antique behind you?”
The comment quickly swiped. When Ye Sui looked down at her cell phone, it was gone. After a while, someone mentioned the topic again.
“That vase is super beautiful. It seems to be a real antique.”
“Hey, are we talking about antiques now? But I’d love to know.”
It wasn’t until the focus in the bullet screen was shifted to the authenticity of the vase behind Ye Sui that she turned around suspiciously and looked at it.
The moment her eyes fell on the vase, Ye Sui thought of her previous experience of buying a vase in the antique market.
The ten vases were all purchased for Chen Shu, and after buying them, Ye Sui didn’t care anymore. She let him keep them at home, probably because he had put them here.
Chen Shu also saw the question from netizens. He looked at the vase behind Ye Sui.
Among the vases Ye Sui got, one was genuine, while the other nine were all fakes. Chen Shu bought the real thing at an auction.
He then replaced the fake vase with the real one and left it at home. The fake was then taken to his office and placed there, where it would be pleasing to the eyes every day.
If Ye Sui knew that he had replaced the vase she had bought, she might be unhappy.
He never understood the woman’s thoughts, and of course, he also couldn’t figure out Ye Sui’s. As a result, he planned to tell her about it later.
Ye Sui looked at the phone screen and continued her live stream. Chen Shu also withdrew his eyes and looked down at the phone silently.
In front of Chen Shu, Ye Sui opened her mouth with a smile and clarified, “What real antique? I just picked it up at the antique market.”
After listening to Ye Sui’s clarification, Chen Shu continued to hold the phone without changing his expression.
At the end, Ye Sui did not forget to emphasize the sentence, “It’s very cheap.”
A crack finally appeared in Chen Shu’s calm composure: “…”