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.”

me away, but Marcia deliberately said, “Rosalind, take one of my business cards to Becky.”

“OK.”

picked up a business card from the front desk and passed it to me.

But Ming grabbed the card and put it in his pocket. “I will bring

Marcia was not surprised by Ming’s

She squinted at Ming

I did not say anything about it, but I looked at Ming and there was

Was there any secret between him and Marcia that I didn’t

the car, I could not help but ask

turned and took my hand. “I and she have passed. My future belongs to you, only you.”

focused on me. It seems that he changed back to Ming who had been gentle and calm after

at him with hesitation. Then I nodded and

concern in my

was going to the restaurant. On the way, he asked me, “What’s your

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

“A designer? A man or a woman?”

Ming looked at me with smile.

He sounded like he

asking it on purpose.

I deliberately said, “I promised to marry you, so naturally I won’t be too close to other men.”

contacted Linda who had rented a small office in the city center.

I found

that there were no signs except a few

pushed the door in.

Linda was immersed in computer graphics.

you? If I don’t know the details, I definitely think this is a bogus company.”

up a small book next to her and handed it to me,

would be a salon sale after the design competition.

for all winning works, outstanding works can also be

was an opportunity for both fame and fortune.

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

“Yes, I will get a third prize.”