Chapter 371 Wedding Invitation

How is this possible?

After the huge shock, an indescribable complex emotion surged in my heart.

Ji Wan held the gold-embossed invitation card, his fingertips feeling cold.

He Wanqing is going to marry a fifty-eight-year-old man.

This fact was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She didn't understand why He Wanqing sent her an invitation. Was it to show off? Or was it a demonstration?

Or maybe there was some hidden secret that she didn't know about.

At the same time, in the top floor office of Chi Group.

The atmosphere was oppressive, like the calm before the storm.

Chi Wenyan's face was as gloomy as he stared at the shocking loss figures on the computer screen, and a terrifying low pressure emanated from his body.

"An intern?"

His voice was not loud, but it was filled with icy bits, sending chills down the spine of the project manager who was reporting on his work.

"Yes, Mr. Chi... He accidentally leaked our final bid price..."

The project manager's voice was trembling.

"Half a month's worth of hard work and billions of dollars invested, all because of an intern?"

Chi Wenyan suddenly raised his hand and swept a pile of documents on the table to the ground.

Papers were flying everywhere, just like his extremely irritated mood at the moment.

The entire team prepared for half a month and invested countless manpower and resources. The project, which was originally a sure thing, was intercepted by a rival company at the last minute.

The reason was simply a low-level mistake made by an intern.

The huge losses shocked the entire Chi Group.

"Get rid of him for me." Chi Wenyan's voice was cold without a trace of warmth.

"Yes, Mr. Chi."

The assistant responded quickly, not daring to say more.

Chi Wenyan spent the entire afternoon dealing with this sudden crisis and was extremely overwhelmed.

In the evening, he returned to the apartment exhausted.

The light at the entrance was a little dim, reflecting the tense lines of his profile.

When Ji Wan heard the door open, he subconsciously hid the eye-catching invitation behind the sofa pillow.

She went up to him and wanted to give him a hug as usual.

Chi Wenyan just glanced at her indifferently and walked straight past her to the study.

"I have work to do."

His voice was filled with obvious fatigue and impatience.

Ji Wan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something.

He is not right today.

The familiar feeling of indifference made her heart, which had just been warmed, cool down again.

Is it because He Wanqing is getting married?

This thought popped up uncontrollably.

After all, the timing was too coincidental.

I just received the invitation in the afternoon, and his attitude changed in the evening.

Ji Wan bit her lip, feeling as if countless tiny needles were pricking her heart.

She wanted to ask, to confirm.

But looking at the closed door of the study and his tired yet distant back, the words came to her lips but she swallowed them back.

She was afraid of hearing the answer she didn't want to hear.

I was also afraid of breaking the warmth that had been built with great difficulty.

In the next few days, Chi Wenyan was like a machine wound up.

He went out early and came back late, and even slept in the company several times.

Occasionally, when he came back, he looked tired and fell asleep immediately, or locked himself in the study to handle official business.

The two of them talked less and less.

The warmth and tenderness that once permeated the apartment seemed to have been washed away by the sudden bustle and silence.

The dinner that Ji Wan carefully prepared was often served late into the night, and she would throw it away silently by herself.

She looked at the empty living room and felt empty inside.

The anxieties and worries that had been finally calmed down flooded over her again like a tide.

What is he busy with?

Why did you suddenly become so cold?

Is it really because of work?

Or is it that you can't let go of the woman who is going to marry someone else?

Ji Wan's mood became more and more depressed day by day.

That afternoon, she was home alone and didn't even have the heart to read the script.

The doorbell rang at an inopportune time.

Ji Wan walked over listlessly and opened the door.

The person standing outside the door was actually He Wanqing.

Today's He Wanqing is completely different from the downtrodden image that Ji Wan had in mind.

She wore a well-tailored Chanel suit, a dazzling diamond necklace around her neck, and carried the latest Hermès Birkin bag in her hand.

The whole person is covered with jewels and looks radiant.

He Wanqing looked Ji Wan up and down, a sarcastic smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Her voice was filled with undisguised pride and superiority.

He Wanqing raised her chin with a look of contempt.

"Hey, Miss Ji, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you look so haggard? Did you receive my invitation? Are you surprised?"

Ji Wan felt disgusted when he saw her smug look on her face.

"What do you want to say?"

Her tone was very calm, and I didn't want to get entangled with her too much.

"Nothing, just came to see you."

He Wanqing lifted her hair pretentiously, revealing the huge pigeon egg diamond ring on her wrist.

"By the way, I have to tell you that A Yan doesn't seem very happy. After all, it's not easy to see the woman you once loved marrying someone else, right?"

He Wanqing's voice was sharp and full of boastful pride, and every word she said pierced Ji Wan's heart like a needle.

"Ayan has lost his appetite because of me."

She admired Ji Wan's instantly pale face, and the smile on her lips deepened, "Unlike some people, who occupy the position but cannot keep the man's heart."

Ji Wan's fingers curled up, his nails digging deep into his palms, causing a slight sting.

"Miss He, are you finished?" Her voice was cold and filled with suppressed anger. "If you're done, please leave. You are not welcome here."

Ji Wan turned around, not wanting to look at He Wanqing's disgusting face anymore.

She just wanted to close the door quickly and keep the malicious noise out.

He Wanqing suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of Ji Wan, with an undisguised look of provocation on her face.

"What are you in such a hurry for? Are you afraid that I'll burst your dream?"

"Get out of the way!" Ji Wan's voice rose, his chest heaving violently with anger.

She reached out and pushed the person who was blocking her way out of the way.

The fingertips just touched He Wanqing's arm.

He Wanqing seemed to be pushed by a huge force, screamed, and staggered backward.

She lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

An expensive platinum bag rolled onto the carpet.

He Wanqing's face turned pale in an instant, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

She clutched her abdomen and groaned in pain.

“Ah, my stomach…”

Ji Wan stood there in a daze, looking at He Wanqing lying on the ground, his mind blank.

She hadn't used any strength at all.

An ominous feeling gripped her heart.

He Wanqing's painful expression did not seem fake.

Bright red blood spread from under her light-colored skirt, leaving glaring marks on the carpet.

The red color was like a red-hot iron, burning Ji Wan's eyes.

Fear instantly overwhelmed anger.

"You're bleeding."

Ji Wan's voice trembled uncontrollably.