Chapter 10

Her wife by marriage is a boring person.

Yu Qian had already reached this conclusion before meeting Chen Fengni.

The innocent and simple little white flower grew up obedient and sensible. She achieved excellent grades, was admitted to a prestigious university, graduated successfully, and meekly accepted the marriage arranged by her parents.

When others mentioned Shen Fengni, they usually followed it up with words of praise.

But in Yu Qian's eyes, every detail of this beautiful resume was so dull and boring that it aroused no interest at all.

She likes excitement and excitement, and her love must be vigorous and her hatred must be unforgettable. A partner as plain as boiled water is not suitable for her at all.

Yu Qian had fought this marriage with her family, both openly and covertly, but to no avail. The complex inter-family interests were like a giant, solid spider web, trapping her in it and preventing her from escaping.

Fortunately, her nominal wife was simple and obedient enough, and she was able to control her with a little trick, and now their lives are relatively peaceful.

The bird in the cage just needs to sing nicely and serve as her good foil.

That’s right, Shen Fengni is just her foil.

Yu Qian has always thought so.

So when Yu Qian heard Jiang Zhuoyan say "I've long heard of you" to Shen Fengni, she suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

She was the boss, and Shen Fengni was her employee. The phrase "I've long admired you" should be addressed to her, not Shen Fengni, both emotionally and logically.

Yu Qian couldn't suppress the disbelief in her eyes, and her facial expression was at risk of getting out of control.

However, the cold and noble woman opposite had no intention of paying attention to her. Her eyes were always on her side, where Shen Fengni was.

Shen Fengni hadn't expected that the responsibility of greeting such a prominent figure would fall upon her. After a moment's pause, she spoke, "I don't deserve it. Mr. Jiang, thank you for the compliment."

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Yu Qian paused, wanting to regain the initiative. "Mr. Jiang, do you know my wife?"

This time Jiang Zhuoyan finally looked at her, with no emotion in his eyes, "I've watched Miss Shen's live broadcast."

Chen Fengni is a well-known anchor on the "Moments" app with a large fan base, so it's normal for Jiang Zhuoyan to say that he has seen it.

Yu Qian relaxed a little, but still felt something was wrong.

It was clearly the first time she and Jiang Zhuoyan met, but for some reason, she seemed to sense a faint repulsion from him.

But she must have been overthinking it. She and Jiang Zhuoyan had no grudges or enmity, and she had heard that this young Mr. Jiang was always cold to everyone.

Shen Fengni tried hard to maintain a smile, "I'm honored."

It’s not that she had any problem with Jiang Zhuoyan, but after walking for a while, the discomfort in her ankle became more obvious, burning and probably breaking the skin.

In addition, the skirt was tightly attached to her body, and Shen Fengni felt as if she was a doll in a vacuum plastic package, and her chest began to feel stuffy.

Yu Qian always likes beauties with petite figures. It is unknown whose size this dress was chosen according to. Chen Fengni, who is 170cm tall, feels really uncomfortable in it.

Jiang Zhuoyan looked at her, a hint of thought floating in his dark blue eyes, "Miss Chen is feeling unwell?"

"No." Shen Fengni denied subconsciously.

In an occasion like this, it would be enough to just chat and laugh and maintain a superficial cheerfulness. Complaining to Jiang Zhuoyan about uncomfortable clothes and shoes was ridiculous just thinking about it.

Yu Qian was left aside and became more and more confused.

She had never expected that she would be the one being left out in the conversation between the three of them. And wasn't it said that Jiang Zhuoyan was aloof and difficult to approach? How could she take the initiative to care about Shen Fengni?

She opened her mouth, trying to join the conversation, "Mr. Jiang, I heard..."

Yu Qian originally wanted to praise Jiang Zhuoyan first, and then take the opportunity to mention several currently popular virtual anchors of "Yimeng" to seek possible cooperation, but she was interrupted just as she started.

"Sorry, I have to excuse myself."

When Jiang Zhuoyan said "Excuse me", he didn't even look at her.

The unfinished words were interrupted, and when he came to his senses, all that was left in his sight was a slender figure.

This is completely disregarding her.

Yu Qian narrowed her eyes, a gloomy look appearing on her face.

But Jiang Zhuoyan has the capital to do so. Not only can she not do anything to the other party, she also has to continue to flatter and beg.

Chen Fengni noticed Yu Qian's displeasure and laughed secretly in her heart.

She and Yu Qian didn't really care about each other, so when she saw Yu Qian getting humiliated, she was happy to watch the show.

However, Yu Qian was also a well-known figure in the business circle. From time to time, people came over to chat and joke with her, and the atmosphere was quite lively. The embarrassing scene just now was quickly turned over.

Shen Fengni continued to act as a vase, and the muscles on her face were almost stiff from smiling.

She was about to use the excuse of going to the bathroom to catch her breath when someone suddenly bumped into her gently, and then she felt a chill on her arm.

The cold liquid flowed down from her fingertips, leaving large stains on her skirt.

Shen Fengni turned around in surprise and saw those deep dark blue eyes.

Jiang Zhuoyan stood behind her, a step away. Her slender fingers slanted around the empty glass.

She said, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Jiang Zhuoyan bumped into her when she walked over and got her skirt dirty.

"Feng Ni, why are you so careless?" Yu Qian was the first to react, her tone tinged with blame. After saying that, she turned to Jiang Zhuoyan and asked, "Is Mr. Jiang okay?"

"Mr. Jiang, I didn't notice someone coming over. Sorry." After realizing what happened, Shen Fengni quickly regained her composure. "I'll go to the bathroom to clean up."

In fact, she was chatting with other people just now and didn't move at all, but she couldn't blame Jiang Zhuoyan after all, so she still had to say some polite words.

"Miss Chen, please follow me." Jiang Zhuoyan didn't dwell on who was right or wrong, and said calmly, "I'll take you to change your clothes."

This is Jiang Zhuoyan's private residence, so there are naturally clothes to change into.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, yet it was so incredible.

Shen Fengni's mind was a little confused. She heard Yu Qian's voice, "Don't bother Mr. Jiang. I'll take Fengni to the bathroom to clean up."

Then came Jiang Zhuoyan's cold voice, "She needs to change her clothes."

The two people stood on the left and right, with Shen Fengni sandwiched in the middle.

Under the glow of the crystal chandelier, Jiang Zhuoyan, dressed in a white dress, seemed covered in frost and snow, her eyes and tone cold. Yu Qian noticed this coldness, and her expression darkened, remaining noncommittal.

The subtle sense of conflict is like a drop of ink falling into clear water, quickly spreading.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Jiang."

After a brief confrontation, Yu Qian lowered her head first and compromised with a smile.

Jiang Zhuoyan nodded slightly, and the tension in the air dissipated, and the atmosphere became relaxed again.

She motioned for Shen Fengni to follow.

The moment the two turned around, the smile on Yu Qian's face disappeared.

She had actually noticed that Shen Fengni's dress and shoes were uncomfortable, and she also realized that she had misjudged her nominal wife's clothing size, but she didn't take it to heart. It was only one night, and it would pass if she just endured it. Why be so squeamish?

only……

Yu Qian looked at the two figures leaving one after the other, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Jiang Zhuoyan's attitude was so resolute that she couldn't help but have an absurd idea. Could it be that Jiang Zhuoyan deliberately spilled the wine on Shen Fengni in order to take her to change into suitable clothes?

No, it's impossible.

Yu Qian suppressed the doubts in her eyes and rejected the idea.

Chen Fengni stays at home both for work and rest, often staying at home for ten days or half a month. She has almost no social life and it is impossible for her to have any intersection with someone like Jiang Zhuoyan.

For someone they met for the first time, even if Jiang Zhuoyan noticed that the other person's skirt was uncomfortable, she would not go to such lengths.

It must be just a coincidence.

Yu Qian smiled at this thought, thinking that she was probably too nervous. She picked up her glass as if nothing had happened and blended back into the crowd.

Shen Fengni was also confused.

Even after I followed Jiang Zhuoyan into the elevator and reached the second floor of the villa, I was still confused.

This was probably where Jiang Zhuoyan had been living recently. The cloakroom was incredibly spacious, filled with all sorts of expensive and exquisite dresses. Shoes and bags filled two entire walls, and the jewelry in the glass cases shone brightly under the light.

"Take off your shoes first."

A pair of flat shoes was placed in front of her, and Shen Fengni came back to her senses from the glittering jewels.

She was startled. "I can do it myself. Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

The shoes are pointed-toe and clean, brand new. Although they are high heels, the soles are soft and beautiful and comfortable.

The moment she put it on, Shen Fengni felt that her health bar, which had been depleted, had recovered by more than half, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Zhuoyan's voice sounded not far away: "Come, the dress is over here."

The coldness he had shown in the banquet hall just now disappeared, and his deep, beautiful dark blue eyes looked at her gently, as if wrapping her in warm sea water.

Shen Fengni's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she nodded at a loss.

Jiang Zhuoyan was estimated to be about two centimeters taller than her and had a similar figure to her, so the size of her clothes was suitable for her.

The wardrobe is full of dresses, some noble and graceful, some charming and elegant, some gentle and grand, with all kinds of styles available.

Shen Fengni stood in front of the glass window and heard the person next to her continue to say, "Pick something you like."