President's Substitute Wife

Marcia said as she picked up the pen and wrote a string of numbers in the corner of the record-sized paper. She tore the paper off and handed it to me.

I knew it was her phone number.

I put the paper in my pants pocket, and when I looked up, Marcia had already steered the wheelchair in the direction of the elevator.

I followed her.

We just arrived by the elevator, but the elevator that had stopped on the second floor descended.

“Look, I said he can’t wait.”

There was no change in the expression on Marcia’s face as she spoke.

She seemed to know what Ming was thinking.

Sure enough, Ming stood inside when the elevator came up again. The elevator door opened and he looked a little embarrassed when he came out.

He had discovered that this was an elevator with the single-sided glass.

Ming stepped down the elevator and saw Marcia and I standing at the door. He asked with a barely smile. “Are you done?”

“Yes.”

I nodded softly and tried to approach him, but I could not help feeling a little resistance in my heart.

Marcia behind me smiled. “Ming hasn’t seen you in just a few minutes and he can’t wait to come up.”

It sounded like she was mocking Ming.

Instead of looking at her, Ming said to me, “Now that you have finished measuring the size, let’s go to dinner. I have made a reservation.”

Then he reached for my hand and took me to the elevator.

His tone was obviously less mild than before, even with some impatience.

When we got on the elevator, I waited for Marcia to come in. After Marcia came in with the wheelchair, she said to me, “Thank you.”

take me away, but Marcia deliberately said, “Rosalind, take one of my business

the front desk

in his pocket. “I will bring her here next

surprised by Ming’s behavior either.

Ming with a bleak smile.

did not say anything about it, but I looked at Ming and there was only one question in my mind: Ming,

secret between him and Marcia that I didn’t know?

I got to the car with him and he started the car, I could not help but ask him,

“Don’t mention her.” Before I finished speaking, Ming turned and took my hand. “I

gaze was focused on me. It seems that he changed back to Ming who had

at him with hesitation. Then I nodded and said

But there was a little concern in my

the car and was going to the restaurant. On the way, he asked me, “What’s your plan lately? Now that the hospital’s quarantine is lifted,

I refused subconsciously. After I said that, I felt I had refused him too quickly, so I quickly added, “A designer I knew before invited me to join her in a Tyloo High-End Interior-Design Competition. I will go to this competition the next

designer? A man or a woman?”

Ming looked at me with smile.

He sounded like he was joking.

But I knew he was asking it on purpose.

“Of course it’s a woman.” I looked at Ming. In order to reassure him, I deliberately said, “I promised to marry you, so naturally I won’t be too close

The next day, I contacted Linda who had rented a small office in the city center.

When I got there, I found there was nothing outside the

that there were no signs except a few desks and computers.

pushed the door in.

Linda was immersed

Mr. Richards find you? If I don’t know the details, I

was joking, so she wasn’t angry. She picked up a small book next to her and handed it to me, “Look at this. About the Tyloo High-end Interior Design Competition.”

it. I knew that there would be

awards for all winning works, outstanding works can

In summary, this was an opportunity for both fame and fortune.

the brochure aside and said seriously, “Well, I feel like

get a third prize.”