Chapter 37 Confession

As soon as Wen Eryu pushed open the office door, the three people who were eavesdropping at the door lost their balance and fell in front of her.

"What are you doing? Have you finished what you're doing?" Wei Yan frowned in dissatisfaction. "If you have the ability to eavesdrop, why don't you use it on your work?!"

Sister Zhang was the first to get up from the ground, and then helped the two people up.

"Sorry, Director Wei, I'll take them both back to work right away."

Sister Zhang grabbed Liu Yun and Wang Hui one by one and pulled them away like little chickens.

Wei Yan naturally understood the personalities of these old employees. They were the most gossipy among everyone in the company.

He said to Wen Eryu, "Ignore them."

"Yeah." Wen Eryu hadn't originally intended to have a good relationship with them. She just wanted to do her job well, and her mind was full of how to make more money.

When Wen Eryu returned to her workstation, Liu Yun kept staring at her secretly.

The water on the table had already gone cold, so Wen Eryu picked it up and took a sip.

Then she put down the cup and placed the card Wei Yan had just given her in the most conspicuous place on the table.

As expected, when Liu Yun at the opposite table saw this, he couldn't suppress the sourness in his eyes.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Wen Eryu turned on the computer and started working.

Since Liu Yun likes to gossip about others behind their backs, it would be better to let her say whatever she wants.

Liu Yun took out her cell phone and told the other two people in the small group chat what she had just seen.

Liu Yun: [I'm so pissed off! What's Wen Eryu's background? She's only been at the company for a few days, and Manager Wei is already giving her his credit card.]

Wang Hui: [? !!! What? We old employees don’t even get this treatment, so why should she?]

Liu Yun @ Sister Zhang: [Sister Zhang, you've been at the company the longest, and Director Wei has no intention of promoting you. I feel really bad for you.]

Sister Zhang: [Liu Yun, did you see it wrong?]

Liu Yun: [Of course not. Besides, didn't we just hear at the door that Director Wei was going to take her to the dinner?]

After reading this line of words, Sister Zhang's hand holding the phone unconsciously clenched.

As an old employee of the company, she had indeed never been taken to an event by Wei Yan.

Sister Zhang felt unbalanced in her heart for a moment, but in order to show her magnanimity, she did not say anything in the group.

She turned off her phone, looked up and called out, "Xiao Wen, please sort out last year's annual report for me today."

Wen Eryu frowned: "Sister Zhang, isn't this Liu Yun's job?"

Sister Zhang's smile didn't reach her eyes: "Liu Yun just broke his hand, so it's hard for him to type, so I'm sorry to bother you."

"Yes, yes, you don't have much work anyway, so help me." Liu Yun echoed from the side.

Wen Eryu immediately saw what the two of them were planning.

She stood up, walked to Liu Yun and extended her hand.

Liu Yun was confused by her actions.

"what?"

Wen Eryu blinked and said, "If you want me to help you, then give me money."

"You!" Liu Yun was speechless. In the company, except Sister Zhang, no one dared to talk to her like that.

Wen Eryu shook his head and sighed: "From what you said, you want me to do it for free. I'm sorry, I won't do it without money."

Liu Yun was almost mad at her and was about to quarrel with her.

Wei Yan just walked out of the office.

"What happened to you guys?"

Liu Yun's expression changed immediately when he saw Wei Yan. He smiled and said, "It's okay. Xiao Wen doesn't know how to do something. I'm teaching her."

Wen Eryu ignored her and returned to his seat.

Wei Yan glanced at a few people, then walked into the elevator with his car keys.

After get off work, Wen Eryu packed up her things on time and went to a nearby shopping mall with her card.

She walked into a shop that specialized in custom-made dresses and walked alone among the hangers filled with dresses, her steps neither hurried nor slow. Finally, her eyes stopped on a dress that was specially placed in a glass display cabinet.

The shopping guide next to her saw that Wen Eryu was interested in the skirt, so she immediately opened the cabinet and took the skirt out.

The ivory silk taffeta has a natural and warm luster that is neither aggressive nor negligible. When light passes through it, delicate lines like ripples appear on the surface.

"This is designed by an overseas designer specially hired by our store. I think it will suit you very well, miss. Would you like to try it?" the shopping guide recommended gently.

"Okay." Wen Eryu said.

After coming out of the fitting room, Wen Eryu stood in front of the full-length mirror in the store and looked at herself in the mirror.

The simple tube top perfectly outlines the graceful lines of the shoulders and neck. The waist is suddenly tightened, and the neat lines extend downwards, spreading out into a full but not exaggerated A-line skirt.

The only decoration of the dress is a three-dimensional vine made of lustrous pearls of varying sizes and tiny white sequins that winds from the left chest to the waist.

The person in the mirror is both strange and familiar.

She turned her body gently, and the hem of her skirt drew a smooth arc.

The salesperson's voice sounded gently again: "Miss, you look so beautiful in this white dress. It seems like it was tailor-made for you. Do you need me to help you adjust the hem of your skirt? Or, would you like to look at other colors?"

Wen Eryu's fingertips gently brushed the glossy pearl on her chest. After a moment, she said, "No, I'll just wear this white one."

"Okay, I'll pack it for you right away. Miss, would you like to pay by card or other method?"

“Swipe the card.”

"Okay, please wait here for a moment."

When Wen Eryu walked out of the mall with the exquisite packaging bag, it started raining heavily outside.

She didn't bring an umbrella.

A loud thunder sounded in the sky with a "boom", and Wen Eryu was startled.

At this moment, an umbrella appeared above her head.

She turned her head expectantly.

The next second, Song Bowen appeared in front of her wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses.

"Brother Bo Wen?" Wen Eryu asked, retracting his surprised and disappointed look.

"Long time no see." Song Bowen tilted the umbrella towards her, and his entire right shoulder and half of his body were completely exposed to the cold rainstorm.

Wen Eryu nervously clutched the bag in her hand. She clearly remembered that in that dream, Song Bowen liked her.

Song Bowen looked at her somewhat unfamiliar expression and pursed his lips unconsciously.

Dark clouds gathered over the mall. Soon, a gust of wind mixed with the smell of earth blew by, and dense raindrops fell.

"It's raining. Where do you live? I'll take you back."

"No need, I can just take a taxi." Wen Eryu refused.

She didn't want him to see the shabby rental house.

"It's okay, I just got off work and the car is right in front."

Wen Eryu looked forward and saw a Land Rover with its hazard lights on parked in the rain.

After a while, she said, "...Okay."

Song Bowen knew that something had happened to the Wen family. Given Wen Eryu's personality, he certainly couldn't accept this gap for a while.

He called her countless times, but no one answered the phone.

He finally met her today, and he would not let her leave so easily.

After getting in the car, Wen Eryu sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt obediently.

Song Bowen took off his wet coat and put it on the back seat.

The front and rear windows of the car were covered with fog, and he turned on the air conditioner.

Then, the car drove straight on the overpass in the pouring rain.

The wipers kept swinging, and the view that had just been cleared was instantly swallowed up by the dense water flow.

The halo of the dim streetlight stretched, twisted, and dissolved on the windshield. The car was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the heavy pounding of rain on the roof.

The car stopped at an intersection, and the eye-catching red light shone into the car.

Wen Eryu felt Song Bowen looking at her.

The man's gaze was heavy, as if he wanted to see through her.

"I heard...you divorced him." Song Bowen's voice sounded, low and a little hoarse, like sandpaper gently rubbing against wood.

He used declarative sentences, but his tone carried a subtle hint of tentativeness, cautious as if fearing to touch any invisible wound.

Wen Eryu didn't want to hide anything and nodded, "Yes, we're divorced."

"Then..." He paused, as if weighing the weight of each word. It was extremely brief, but it seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Wen Eryu could feel Song Bowen turning sideways, his eyes fixed on her intently.

"Can you please consider me?"

The air completely froze.

In the quiet car, only the wipers were still scraping stubbornly and in vain.

about.

about.