The domineering president goes on a blind date

Tong Nuanwan cleaned up the kitchen and put the garbage at the door.

Li Anhe put on his suit and came out of the bedroom.

"Mr. Li, help me take out the trash."

Tong Nuanwan put a few bags of garbage in front of Li Anhe.

Li Anhe took a look and nodded to Tong Nuanwan.

"I have sorted the garbage and there are labels on them." Tong Nuanwan pointed to the stickers on the garbage bag.

"Okay," Li Anhe picked up the trash and went out.

As soon as he reached the elevator door, Ying Zong came over.

"Young Master, that..." Ying Zong reached out to take the trash from Li Anhe's hand.

"Don't talk to me." Li Anhe moved the garbage to his other hand.

Li Anhe was worried that Tong Nuanwan would suddenly come out, discover Ying Zong, and doubt his identity.

"Young Master..." Ying Zong wanted to say something, but the elevator arrived and Li Anhe walked in. Ying Zong had no choice but to follow him in without saying anything else.

When they got downstairs, Ying Zong took the garbage from Li Anhe.

"Don't move. Go wait for me by the car."

Li Anhe came to the trash cans, where red, blue, green and yellow trash cans were neatly arranged.

It’s just a trash can, why does it have so many colors?

Li Anhe stuffed the garbage into a trash can nearby.

"Brother, is this your first time helping your wife with housework?" A man about the same age as Li Anhe walked over.

The man was holding three garbage bags and put them into three garbage cans.

The man clapped his hands and stood in front of Li Anhe.

Li Anhe took a look at the garbage he had just thrown in, putting it in one bag at a time. What a hassle.

"Garbage needs to be sorted," the man pointed to the instructions on the trash can, "Your wife has written it for you." The man pointed to the trash can for kitchen waste.

Li Anhe looked at the sticky notes and put them into the corresponding trash cans according to the categories on them.

"Brother, where do you live? Why have I never seen you before?"

"I live upstairs." Li Anhe didn't want to talk much with his neighbors.

"You live upstairs? Is it the upstairs of this building?" The man pointed at the residential building in surprise.

"Correct."

"How long have you been here?"

"More than half a month."

"Half...your wife is such a good woman. She hasn't asked you to do housework for half a month. Cherish her well."

The man grinned, turned and left.

Li Anhe frowned. It was just throwing away garbage, so why was she given the title of a good wife?

I hope Tong Nuanwan didn’t say anything about me outside. Otherwise, how would this person know that I haven’t done housework for half a month?

Li Anhe's face darkened and he walked towards the Hyundai.

Li Anhe got in the car and the Rolls-Royce followed behind. After they drove a certain distance, he got out and handed the Hyundai to the driver.

"Go check Tong Nuanwan and see what she usually does after get off work? Who does she meet with? What do they talk about?"

"Yes, Master." Ying Zong looked at Li Anhe and scratched his hair. "Master, actually, you don't have to come out to throw away the garbage. There are trash cans in the safety passages on each floor."

“Is there a trash can in the emergency passage?”

"Yes, there is none on the first floor. Residents from the second floor upwards don't have to go downstairs to throw out their garbage."

No wonder the guy just now said that it was his first time helping his wife with housework. He didn’t even know where the trash can was. He must not do anything normally.

"No need to check on Tong Nuanwan."

"Yes."

Li Anhe closed his eyes and rested in the back of the car, the busy figure of Tong Nuanwan appeared in his mind.