Chapter 12 Wen Nanxi, Apologize

"Sister Nanxi, you've been on leave for so long and didn't participate in the final part of the project. It's normal that your signature isn't there."

Ji Jiaojiao's voice came from behind. She was wearing a suit and short skirt, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, looking like an exquisite urban beauty.

Lisa was standing next to her, looking at Wen Nanxi with some pity in her eyes.

Wen Nanxi frowned:

"I've been following this project for a month and a half, and it's been revised more than a dozen times. I only took a week off sick, so how come I wasn't involved?"

She has been working for so long and has never seen anyone grab the results so fiercely.

Ji Jiaojiao laughed:

"Sister Nanxi, when you followed up with the client before, the client was not satisfied at all. But now that you've just taken leave, the client is satisfied. Doesn't this prove something?"

Wen Nanxi didn't understand what she meant, but a fire was rising in her heart, and her voice was rude:

"What does that prove? Even when I took leave, I never stopped working. I was the one who submitted the final version. I drew it at home while I was sick!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Lisa quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Alright, alright, it's just a byline. There's no need to argue so much. Stop it, Nanxi."

Wen Nanxi's face suddenly darkened:

"Sister Lisa, you can't say that. I'm the lead designer and I did most of the work. Why shouldn't my name be on the jewelry I designed?"

Ji Jiaojiao's voice also became much colder:

"Wen Nanxi, don't take yourself too seriously. Do you think Aurora can't turn without you?

Everyone here contributed, but you're saying it's all your credit. Besides, I submitted the final design, so it has nothing to do with you."

Wen Nanxi suddenly looked up at Lisa, but saw a bitter look on her face.

"I want to see the final draft!"

Ji Jiaojiao snorted coldly: "Wen Nanxi, you have been kicked out of this project. You are not qualified."

Wen Nanxi's fists suddenly clenched:

"How come I didn't know? Who informed me?"

Lisa stepped forward and pulled Wen Nanxi, whispering:

"Nanxi, don't argue. This is all arranged by President Fu."

For a moment, it was like thunder exploding in his ears, and Wen Nanxi's pupils became a little unfocused.

Fu Ci Yan knew how hard she worked to follow up on this project.

In order to please Ji Jiaojiao, he just casually gave his hard work to others?

The sour pain filled my heart.

Why does he do that?

At this moment, Wen Nanxi really wanted to ask Fu Ci Yan why he treated him like this!

Seeing Wen Nanxi's devastated expression, Ji Jiaojiao felt extremely happy. She took a step forward, approached Wen Nanxi, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"I just said it casually, and Brother Yan gave me the project. So what if it's your hard work? Now it's all mine, Wen Nanxi. Brother Yan loves me, what can you use to fight me?"

Snap——

There was a crisp sound and everyone was stunned.

Wen Nanxi shook his hand, and the slap he had just given Ji Jiaojiao knocked her face to the side.

Her green tea behavior has already hurt her twice, and now she is trying to steal the fruits of her labor. It would be rude to tolerate it any longer.

Ji Jiaojiao covered her face in shock:

"You dare to hit me?"

Wen Nanxi narrowed his eyes:

"I'll hit you if I want to. Do I need to choose a day?"

Lisa was stunned. This was the future president's wife! Did Wen Nanxi want to do this?

She quickly pulled Wen Nanxi away:

"Nanxi! Are you crazy?"

The angrier Wen Nanxi got, the colder his expression became:

"Ji Jiaojiao, don't force me."

"Wen Nanxi!"

A low and gloomy voice was heard, and everyone turned around instantly.

Fu Ci Yan was standing at the door of the office, his brows furrowed and his whole body feeling extremely depressed.

Ji Jiaojiao whimpered and threw herself into Fu Ciyan's arms, clutching his clothes, tears streaming down her face:

"Wuwuwu, Brother Yan, Sister Nanxi hit me. What did I do wrong that she keeps targeting me? It hurts so much, Brother Yan..."

Fu Ciyan looked at Wen Nanxi with deep eyes:

"Wen Nanxi, apologize to Jiaojiao."

Wen Nanxi stood there, his back straight, looking directly at Fu Ciyan:

"What if I don't?"

Ji Jiaojiao was still sobbing, calling out softly: "Brother Yan..."

Her eyes were red and she couldn't stop crying. The hand that was holding Fu Ci Yan's clothes trembled slightly, and she looked so pitiful.

Fu Ci Yan didn't push her away again, letting Ji Jiaojiao throw herself on his chest, with some emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have hit Jiaojiao, Wen Nanxi, apologize, and don't make me say it a third time."

"hehe……"

Wen Nanxi sneered softly.

Fu Ci Yan has always been fair and strict. No matter what happens, he will ask the reason before making a decision.

Only towards Ji Jiaojiao, he could blame himself without asking for reasons.

My heart feels like it's been entangled in a hemp rope, suffocating and causing dull pain.

"Mr. Fu, I just want to ask you one question. Was this project arranged by you?"

Fu Ciyan frowned slightly:

"Yes, I arranged for Jiaojiao to participate in this project. It's just a project. Is there a problem?"

Wen Nanxi's hand at her side trembled slightly. These words were like a sharp knife stirring in her heart, causing her breathing to stop in pain.

He admitted it, so nonchalantly.

Wen Nanxi turned her head away, suppressing the sourness in her nose:

"I don't acknowledge it. You can give it to her, but I want all my designs to be withdrawn."

Ji Jiaojiao coughed twice while crying and said pitifully:

"I know Sister Nanxi can't tolerate me, Brother Yan, why don't I just leave."

Fu Ci Yan frowned, not understanding why Wen Nanxi was so intolerant of Ji Jiaojiao.

"Wen Nanxi, there's no need to be so fussy. Jiaojiao never gets in your way."

Wen Nanxi looked at Fu Ci Yan in disbelief, her eyes trembling.

"Care about it? She stole my work, shouldn't I care about it? I worked hard for several months, why should I give it away?"

Fu Ci Yan suddenly felt a little upset.

Wasn't what he said clear enough?

"Wen Nanxi, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Wen Nanxi's body shook slightly, and the extreme pain seemed to make her unable to feel any information from the outside world.

Everyone in the office held their breath, their eyes shifting between the three people.

Lisa kept signaling Wen Nanxi to lower her head and stop going against the president. She was extremely anxious, but Wen Nanxi remained indifferent.

"I understand, Mr. Fu."

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard Wen Nanxi speak again:

"But I won't apologize. I still say that I can give her the project, but I ask that the design part be withdrawn."

After saying that, she walked straight to the door.

There was no point in her staying any longer.

Fu Ciyan grabbed her arm:

"What do you mean? Can't you be more sensible?"

Wen Nanxi tried hard to hold back her tears until her eyes turned red. She spoke word by word:

"cannot!"