Chapter 14 Looking at him is better than looking at other men…

Jiang An's shirt was custom-made, with the cut and design all by a famous designer. Wen Lingshuang had planned to give it to the maid for dry cleaning the next day, but the shirt was nowhere to be found. Wen Lingshuang searched for a long time in the cubicle but couldn't find it. She tilted her head and asked Ah Shui, who was arranging flowers.

Ah Shui pondered for a long time after hearing that they were looking for a shirt.

Then, looking troubled, he said, "It's been sent to the cleaning room for cleaning."

Wen Lingshuang exclaimed "Oh dear!" and hurried towards the washing room. The huge washing room was filled with dozens of professional clothes washing machines, all of which were working. It was impossible to tell which machine Jiang An's shirt was in, but no matter which machine it was in, the shirt was definitely ruined.

Ah Shui followed behind, observing Wen Ling Shuang's expression. Realizing she must have done something wrong, she lowered her head and whispered, "Miss..."

She really didn't know that shirt was so important.

I thought it was just a regular shirt, so I washed it along with the servants' clothes.

Seeing her guilty expression, Wen Lingshuang stepped forward, patted her arm, and said, "Never mind, it's already washed."

Just give him a replacement.

After figuring things out, Wen Lingshuang went into the restaurant for breakfast, a standard Western meal. After finishing, she picked up the new bag she had bought a few days ago and went out.

It rained last night, and the damp air carried a fresh, rain-soaked scent. Golden rays of light filtered through the clouds, slightly dazzling. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light and, through the gaps between her fingers, saw a car not far away and the person standing beside it.

It is Jiang An.

He was wearing a black shirt with a dark gray suit jacket. His tall and slender figure was like a green bamboo standing proudly in the wind and snow. His profile was smooth and distinct, sharp yet gentle. He had broad shoulders and a strong waist. He was more outstanding than a model and more handsome than a star. Wen Lingshuang slowly lowered her hand and then remembered that Jiang An had said he would take her to work at the group.

They really did give it to you.

The road from here to the group is not far.

He would take her to the group and then back to Xining Group, which would probably take one or two hours round trip.

Jiang An probably noticed her too, and very gentlemanly opened the car door for her.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Lingshuang took a step towards him.

"So early." She picked up her bag, got into the car, and yawned. "Don't you ever get any sleep?"

Jiang An raised an eyebrow. "It's because you've been sleeping too much."

"..."

After Jiang An got into the car, it slowly drove down the mountain. Wen Lingshuang leaned against the car and looked out the window with great boredom. She became sleepy and found a comfortable spot to fall asleep. As soon as she turned around, she saw Jiang An's hand, which was naturally hanging down on his lap. He was wearing the matching rings that they had put on each other at the press conference.

Actually, her mother had told her yesterday that the pair of rings were made by Jiang An after he learned that he was going to marry her, and the size was given to him by her.

As for why her ring has a diamond the size of a pigeon egg, while his ring is just a plain band, it's hard to explain.

Half of the wedding rings are supposed to be symmetrical, so there's no reason why hers is so big while his has nothing.

Perhaps sensing the burning gaze, Jiang An touched the ring on his finger and said, "I'll wear it, you don't have to. After all, it's not formal. I'll buy you a better one when we get married."

What do you mean by "you wear it, but I don't need to"?

Jiang An turned to look at her and said with a smile, "You didn't seem to like it much at the press conference."

"..."

It's not that she dislikes it, but she prefers clear sapphire to pigeon blood red sapphire, as pigeon blood red sapphire has higher collectible value and complements her clothes better.

But was it obvious to her?

Wen Lingshuang tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember how much she disliked it, so she took out her phone and opened a webpage to find videos released by the media.

There are now plenty of videos of the press conference online, and even private photos of Jiang An carrying her skirt to the basement.

Clicking on any one of them reveals a caption: "[Who would understand? The president of Xining Group shows such a doting smile when he sees his wife. Indeed, all it takes to win over a man like that is top-tier beauty and a top-tier family background.]"

In the video, Jiang An held the trailing hem of his skirt with one hand, while the other hand hung naturally at his side. He was dressed in a sharp suit, and his tall figure made him look like he was holding a large bouquet of blooming roses in the deep corridor. Then the video switched to the press conference venue.

The two sat upright on the stage, one prim and proper, the other exquisitely beautiful. Next to them, words posted by the creator would occasionally appear: "[What a perfect match! They look so good together! Truly, a powerful combination looks best!]"

Countless comments flooded the screen: [Yeah, they're such a perfect match! They look so good together!]

Wen Lingshuang stared at the comments, her mind in turmoil. She wanted to turn them off, but accidentally liked one: "[Such a powerful physique difference, so powerful...emmm...should I not be staring at that area? Mr. Jiang, you are truly too outstanding in some ways.]"

By the time she wanted to unlike the post, the comments had already scrolled past.

have no choice.

You can only continue watching.

Finally, the moment of exchanging rings arrived. Jiang An put the ring on her hand, and for a fleeting moment, he did show a hint of displeasure, but it was so quick that the camera couldn't capture it. Based on his understanding of himself, he did indeed show displeasure for that one second when he frowned.

How could he know her better than she did?

There's definitely a reason why living six years longer...

Wen Lingshuang thought sullenly, "Do I have to be more restrained in what I think and do in the future, so as not to give myself away in front of him?"

Seeing that she was playing the video of the press conference on a loop, Jiang An reached out and took the phone from her hand, pressed the pause button on the video, and said, "How about we see when you're free, I'll go with you to get it customized. You can choose the material, the craftsmanship, and the inlay yourself."

Hearing this, Wen Lingshuang turned her head slightly and looked at him, "I'm free today, are you free?"

"Today?" Jiang An pulled a folder from the cabinet next to him, looked through the work schedule for the past few days, and said, "There's something at six o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, come pick me up this evening, and we'll go get a shirt made."

"?" Jiang An raised an eyebrow. "A shirt?"

Wen Lingshuang pursed her lips, "The shirt you took off yesterday is ruined from washing."

She said matter-of-factly, "It's just a shirt, I'll pay you back!"

Jiang Anzhen had absolutely no way to deal with her.

All that fanfare, and it all came down to a shirt.

He nodded: "Okay, I'll pick you up this evening."

*

The Wen family's business empire is vast, primarily concentrated in real estate, the internet, and financial investment. Its business spans multiple industries, forming a large, diversified operating system. Headquartered in Beijing's Nanyang District CBD, Wen Lingshuang has to come here every week to "work." While she claims to be working, she's really just getting acquainted with the various departments of the group, not doing any real work. The reason for this is that Wen Jinye wants Wen Lingshuang to take over the Wen Group. Unfortunately, the young lady has been spoiled, and with the real estate, trust funds, and various assets given to her by her grandparents since childhood, she earns hundreds of millions a month even without doing anything.

Wen Lingshuang didn't have any grand ideas.

She's not the only direct granddaughter of the Wen family; with so many cousins, there's bound to be someone more suitable than her to take over the Wen family business.

Today I'm going to the grassroots level. Several managers are accompanying me to introduce the work and personnel at the grassroots level. Seeing a dozen tall and thin men going in and out of the warehouse, their work clothes all wrinkled and crumpled, I can't help but think of what Jiang An told her before, that when she was eighty years old and he was twenty-four, he was already working at the grassroots level.

So, is it like this, wearing work clothes and struggling at the very bottom of the company?

That seemed like another world to her.

I can't imagine it, and I dare not imagine it.

I inexplicably felt a pang of sympathy.

At twenty-four, Jiang An was not yet the head of the Jiang family, nor had he completely overshadowed Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi. He was just like the workers coming and going, unknown and obscure.

"Miss, why don't you go to the development department on the second floor?"

Wen Lingshuang regained her senses, nodded, and left.

She clocked in at the department, and it was noon. She took her company's meal card to the cafeteria on the thirteenth floor to get lunch. Ever since she was required to "work" at the company, she hadn't eaten at the cafeteria. Her housekeeper would always prepare the food and bring it to the company. She didn't know what she was thinking today. Maybe she saw those junior employees and wanted to try the cafeteria food.

She ordered four dishes, all of which were her favorites: salt and pepper chicken wings, stir-fried bamboo shoots, braised shrimp, and abalone soup. She sat down in the private room to eat, and just as she took her first bite, her phone lit up. It was a message from Jiang An.

Ask her if she's off work yet.

Wen Lingshuang sent him a picture of the food on the table, saying, "[Eating now, so tired, my legs are already sore.]"

When Jiang An saw the picture and then her caption, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up.

What can Wen Lingshuang do at the group?

It's already quite impressive that the young lady can stand there without attracting attention or disturbing other people's work.

He raised his hand to type: [Thank you for your hard work.]

After saying that, he sent another voice message: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll have someone order it."

Soon, Wen Lingshuang replied, "I've gained weight recently, so I'm not eating dinner; I'm on a diet."

Jiang An was taken aback.

Have you gained weight?

I can't tell.

Jiang An: [Can I eat a diet meal then?]

Wen Lingshuang: [A diet meal?]

Jiang An: [Yes.]

Looking at the delicious-looking food in front of her, Wen Lingshuang thought it was terrifying to imagine that it would all turn into boiled vegetables, chicken breast, and eggs in bland soup.

She replied: [Never mind, I'll just go hungry!]

Jiang An chuckled: [。]

After lunch, Wen Lingshuang began to repeatedly check in at each department, busy until after 5 p.m. When she swiped her card to leave the office, Jiang An had already sent her several location messages, from the private parking lot of Xining Group to the parking lot of Wen's Group. Following the location, she quickly saw Jiang An's car.

I don't know why, but seeing him after a long day was a pleasant surprise.

If we can maintain this state after marriage...

Getting married isn't such a scary thing.

"Hi." She waved to him. "I'm so tired."

She walked over from a distance in high heels, wearing a white shirt and suit pants, her long black hair tied up. She said in a coquettish and charming voice that she was tired. Her sweet voice spread throughout the parking lot, like countless raindrops falling into his heart. It was just an ordinary sentence, but it felt like she had said it a thousand times.

They weren't even that close yet.

They already have a very familiar way of getting along.

Jiang An opened the car door. "Get in and rest."

Wen Lingshuang didn't stand on ceremony with him and slumped down inside the car as soon as she got in.

Seeing how relaxed she was, Jiang An smiled and said, "Is there a lot going on at the company? How come you look so tired?"

“A lot,” Wen Lingshuang replied weakly. “Jiang An.”

"Um?"

How many meetings do you hold every day?

"It's hard to say."

"How many people are you going to manage?"

That's a really hard question to answer. The handover between departments is different. If we're just talking about key figures, he only needs to manage the board members and core senior management departments, such as the R&D department, investment department, and strategy department. But from a holistic perspective, it's not just about these people.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I will manage as many people as there are in the Xining Group."

Wen Lingshuang recalled the reports she had read before.

This year, the number of employees at Xining Group has exceeded 200,000.

Oh my god.

She was exhausted after only visiting a few departments today. Jiang An manages so many departments and so many people, attends meetings, goes on business trips... and still manages to find time to come see her...

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. The streetlights along the road were already on, and the light shone into the car like a projection. Wen Lingshuang felt sleepy and fell asleep against the car window without realizing it. She didn't know how long she slept, but she vaguely heard people talking in her ear.

A very soft tone.

But because the surroundings were so quiet, even such a soft sound could be heard clearly.

It was a boy's voice.

"Third Brother, why is the shirt you wore when you came back yesterday different?"

"You called just to ask this question?"

"Hehe, did you and Third Sister-in-law... you know?"

"What what?"

"It's like you go on a date with her, and then for some reason, she takes off your clothes, and you tear her skirt. By the time you both realize what's happened, you find that your clothes and skirt are ruined, so you have to come back wearing clothes you've never worn before. That's it!"

The boy spoke without taking a single breath.

Wen Lingshuang was also awakened by the series of sounds. She opened her eyes groggily and saw Jiang An sitting in his seat, making a phone call. His profile was elegant and smooth, with deep eyes and eyebrows. "It's a real pity that someone with your imagination doesn't study screenwriting."

"Hehehe, just tell me if I guessed right or not."

"Which bastard dares to talk about me like that?" A sweet, cloying voice slowly came over. "If I hear him talking about me like that, I'm going to lose my temper."

Upon hearing the voice, Jiang An hung up the phone without making a sound.

He turned his head and saw that Wen Lingshuang had woken up. Her beautiful, bright eyes were staring at him, a mixture of sleepiness and allure.

She leaned closer. "Who is it?"

“Jiang Ting,” Jiang An betrayed without hesitation, “he’s young, don’t take it to heart.”

Wen Lingshuang pouted, "I'm not that old, I'll remember this debt."

Jiang An smiled and looked away, saying nothing more.

As long as you're not angry with him, let her be.

A dozen minutes later, the car stopped in front of a high-end dress studio that Wen Lingshuang frequented. The shop had a French retro style decor from the last century and three floors in total: the first floor was for customers, the second floor for tailors, and the third floor for fittings. The two walked in one after the other. The owner, Aunt Mei, who was tidying up in the shop, looked up when she heard the sound. When she saw that it was Wen Lingshuang, she immediately greeted her with a smile.

Wen Lingshuang is a regular customer.

Every year, they come to order several formal and casual outfits.

This was the first time I'd ever seen her bring a man.

Aunt Mei's gaze fell on Jiang An. Seeing his handsome appearance and noble demeanor, she suddenly remembered the marriage press conference she had seen before. She was shocked to find that he was actually the vice chairman of Xining Group.

He stepped forward respectfully and asked, "Miss Wen, what would you like to order today?"

“A shirt,” she said, pointing to Jiang An behind her, “and while you’re at it, you might as well order a suit.”

Don't say she wronged him.

This time, I'm even paying him back with interest, and I'm giving him a new suit.

Aunt Mei smiled and said, "Okay, sir, please come in with me to take your measurements, or you can let me know if you have any measurements you wish to keep."

Jiang An gave her the dimensions.

Aunt Mei said, "You can go upstairs to choose the fabric."

"Oh, no need to pick, just take the most expensive one," Wen Lingshuang's sweet voice came from behind. "Are there any Crispaire left?"

Yes, yes.

“Then we’ll use this.” After saying that, she turned to look at Jiang An, “It’ll match my dress perfectly.”

Only Wen Lingshuang in this world would dare to say such a thing.

Is he only fit to be her partner?

Jiang An adjusted his wristwatch but did not reply.

Since she had come to the store, she couldn't possibly just be there to order a shirt or a suit. Wen Lingshuang remembered that she had several banquets to attend next month, so she thought about getting a few more dresses made. As the weather got hotter, the designs of the dresses she was working on were very eye-catching and attention-grabbing. She stared at one of the dresses, which had a large exposed back and a very short skirt, in a daze.

With her graceful figure, she absolutely carries off this dress.

I just don't know if her dad will allow her to wear it?

After all, the level of exposure is greater than ever before.

Just as he was hesitating, Jiang An's voice came from behind him, "You're not allowed to wear this outfit."

"?" Wen Lingshuang turned around abruptly. "Why!?"

Jiang An frowned deeply.

Why is that?

Does she intend to go out dressed like that? Even if she were already married to him, let alone if she wasn't, a whole bunch of reckless men would still be throwing themselves at her.

The image of her wearing this dress, surrounded by men, comes to mind.

simply……

Jiang An's temples throbbed twice, and for the first time, he said seriously, "Anything is fine, just not this one."

Old man, old geezer!

Wen Lingshuang cursed inwardly and clenched her fists.

Even her father never disciplined her like this!

Her red lips were tightly clenched, and she was indignant.

But after a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "You want me not to wear it? Sure, take off your clothes and show them to me. Once I've had my fill, I won't wear it anymore."

It was originally intended as a means to keep him in check, and I never thought he would agree.

Such a self-disciplined, gentle, and modest man would be hard to get rid of even a single suit jacket.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds of silence, Jiang An seemed to have made a major decision and slowly said, "Okay."

Looking at him is better than looking at other men.