22. My Heart Is Full of Love

Vivian was puzzled when her boss Jia Lan came to her rescue late at night:

"I didn't say anything special to Ziqi. We just chatted about work for a while in the afternoon."

"She told me that you wanted her to leave, implicitly or implicitly? But when she suggested rotating to Lao Zhou's place, you refused."

"I swear to God." Although Weiwei'an and Jia Lan were superiors and subordinates, they didn't care much about the hierarchy when they spoke. After all, they had been on business trips together many times and had endured many hardships together. "Do you think I would say something so unemotional? Besides, I'm just a soldier. How can I make such decisions?"

"Okay, I know you wouldn't do that." Jia Lan also seemed very annoyed. "Then I'll comfort her first and go back to find her to ask what's going on."

"Well, what else could it be? The little princess probably rarely had her problems pointed out since she was little, so she's stressed. I just hinted that she should work harder and stop making up data..."

"If it weren't for her father's face, I wouldn't have the time to care about her mess. Anyway, just do more on your own recently and don't count on her. Hey, don't hang up yet. Don't ignore her, otherwise she will come crying to me again. Everything will be the same as before, just pretend you don't know."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Vivian was left in a state of confusion. She was still reflecting on how harsh she had been on Yang Ziqi due to her personal feelings, but the girl had already gone to complain to her. She was indeed as clueless as Feng Simiao had described her, and her tactics were as childish as those of an elementary school student.

She didn't expect that the elementary school student's methods were so lethal.

The next day at the company, Vivian went to the tea room to make coffee. Amy from the Human Resources Department came over and winked, "Let's go downstairs and talk for a while?"

When they got to the smoking area downstairs, Amy asked her with a strange smile, "How did you provoke Yang Ziqi?"

Weiweian smiled bitterly. This little bit of news spread so quickly. "Sister, how dare I? Lao Jia called me last night. I was completely confused. I don't know what she said to Lao Jia."

"Not only Lao Jia, her father also called Mr. Zhang."

"Huh? What did her father say?"

"How would I know? Mr. Zhang just told me to find out what happened and then ask you when he gets back to Beijing."

Seeing Vivian speechless, Amy asked, "What's wrong with you? You've never had any conflicts with anyone since you came to the company. How did you offend her?"

"Don't you know me? I'm timid, afraid of things, and a coward to the death. This time, it was really weird."

"Anyway, I'm just reminding you privately. Just keep it in mind. Otherwise, if Mr. Zhang suddenly asks you about it, you won't know what's going on."

"Thanks for thinking about it. Maybe I should go to the Lama Temple."

"You and her are not compatible." Amy said this unintentionally, but to Vivian's ears, it seemed as if there was something more to her words.

"Come on, let's go upstairs quickly, in case Lao Zhang calls me to blame me." Vivian put her arm around Amy's shoulders and walked back, thinking about how to respond to Jia Nan and Zhang Ruolin's questions.

When he met Jia Lan, he was calm and composed. He said he had already made up his mind and would let Yang Ziqi continue to follow "Sanchuan" to the end. At least it would be a project, which would be a courtesy. It seemed that Yang Ziqi had a deep prejudice against Weiwei. Furthermore, she was afraid of hard work and thought that investing was all about wearing a formal dress, shaking a glass of wine, and chatting with people at social events. So he arranged for her to stay somewhere quiet and not force her to make PowerPoint presentations. For example, the TMT department he had previously invested in entertainment had been very idle for the past two years, and all the colleagues who had any career aspirations had left.

The entertainment industry is a mystery. There aren't many investment opportunities, and many of the ones we've invested in are mired in stagnation, beyond the reach of even the most powerful. So-called post-investment management is little more than having companies fill out a form every quarter, but no one believes the business progress and financial figures. It's just a sham.

By leaving this little straw bag there, she can have some free time and the company can rest assured.

If things really don't work out, she'll be promoted to investment manager next year. Normally, it takes three years of diligent work to get promoted, but this title doesn't cost money, so the boss can give it to her at will.

This gave her father enough face. Everyone was happy.

"After all, he's the boss, great." Vivian gave Jia Lan a thumbs up, thanking him for not being so confused.

When Yang Ziqi saw Vivian, she continued to call her "Sister V." Vivian also appeared to be acting normal, always taking her with her when she went to meetings to prevent her from feeling left out. A misunderstanding wouldn't matter, but if she complained to her boss again, even dragging her father into the matter, even if she was young and naive, it would always be Vivian's fault.

The world is big, but making a living is the most important thing. Vivian doesn't want to be the troublemaker in her boss's eyes.

The message she sent to Qiu Fang fell on deaf ears, but she unexpectedly received a message from Eric.

"Are you free to have dinner together?"

"What's up?" She typed these words, thought for a moment, and deleted them one by one. She had been especially careful to avoid suspicion before, all because of Yang Ziqi's presence; she didn't want to mix personal matters with work. But this girl's recent behavior really upset her. After all, she and Eric were old acquaintances who knew each other first, so why couldn't they meet?

So she replied: “Of course.”

After a while, she added: "By the way, happy engagement."

He didn't reply, just sent the restaurant location.

It was a bright, clear day. The night before, a force 8 gale had washed the sky a pale, high blue. The restaurant was close to both her office and her apartment, so she thought for a moment and decided to go home and change. The lingering smell of work from a day in an air-conditioned room was unbearable, and even perfume couldn't dispel the languid air.

She took a shower, her whole body exuding a misty aura. She slowly packed up and then walked towards the restaurant leisurely.

Now she didn't mind being late, or even her image. She'd once met him with ulterior motives; he'd been a deeply attractive prospect. Now that was over; it was clear he didn't like her, and he was already someone else's fiancé. So why was she so cautious?

He was already waiting there.

"Sorry, I'm late." In fact, she didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"No, I've been here all afternoon." A huge beer glass on the table was half empty. "I told you there's no rush."

"No, that won't work. I don't like being late."

"We...really don't need to be so polite." He said with an extremely serious expression.

"Oh, I haven't congratulated you in person yet." Vivian had originally planned to keep things light and casual tonight, just chatting with an acquaintance. Wasn't that easy? She could just pretend.

But facing him, she couldn't hold back for a moment: "I hope your wish comes true."

He looked up at her: "Really?"

"24K."

He shook his head and smiled, then brought out the menu and asked her to take her order: "I guess you like Thai food."

"How do you know?"

"I saw it on your Moments."

"Thank you for your concern. Oh, by the way, speaking of Moments..." At this point, the two of them burst out laughing at the same time for no reason - "By the way, speaking of..." is exactly the weird and clichéd meme that has been popular on the Internet recently.

The tense atmosphere between them suddenly relaxed. For the first time, Vivian felt that air was tangible, capable of being sharp and cold, or as gentle as a hand.

"Why don't you show me your Moments?" she asked casually, flipping through the menu. But as she asked, she scolded herself for being so impatient.

"Honestly, I don't really want you to see it." He raised his head and stared at her.

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