Glitz Dinner

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"Ah... nothing." Wu Jianwei quickly glanced at his finger and subconsciously hid it behind his back, "I accidentally burned it."

Meng Yanxiu's eyes swept across her face coldly, and his tone suddenly darkened: "Who is careless?"

"...I." She shrugged, trying to block his questioning with an indifferent attitude, "I was not careful, don't look at me like that."

Meng Yanxiu wasn't fooled and kept on asking, "How could you be so careless? What burned you? Where did you get burned?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Wu Jianwei couldn't help but sneer at him, with deliberate impatience in her voice, "You are not mine, don't bother me."

"It has nothing to do with me, but it affects my mood." Meng Yanxiu changed his shoes and walked straight to the living room like a host, without any intention of being a guest. After sitting down, he said to Wu Jianwei, who was still standing at the entrance, "It makes me upset."

"Then don't look at it." Wu Jian lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on his leather shoes under the corner of the door. After a pause, he turned his head and said to him, "Come here, put your shoes away and put them in the shoe cabinet."

"Come here." Meng Yanxiu remained unmoved and spoke coldly again, "I don't want to see any traces of another man in your house. If I open the shoe cabinet and see his things, I'll find someone to throw them all away the next second."

“…” Wu Jianwei was annoyed by his attitude and walked over to look at him helplessly.

According to his logic, since he thought that she and Zhou Shuye had been together for a long time, he should be the mistress who tried to poach her. How could he be so self-righteous?

But then she thought again, he was Meng Yanxiu, he wouldn't feel ashamed of himself.

"Why are you looking at me?" Meng Yanxiu met her gaze. "Are you cursing me in your heart again? If you want to curse, just do it out loud. Don't hold it in and hurt yourself."

"I'm not scolding you anymore. Do you deserve to be scolded? Are you asking for it?" At this moment, Wu Jianwei really didn't scold him, she was just analyzing him.

Meng Yanxiu took off his suit jacket and casually set it aside. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and patted the spot beside him with his bony fingers. He looked up and asked, "Are you thinking about me?"

"I was really thinking about you, and wondering why you were so scheming."

Wu Jianwei's eyes moved downwards, fixed on the tie he had deliberately revealed. He had hundreds of ties, but today he wore this one, reminding her, intentionally or unintentionally, not to forget the traces of the past.

This tie was a gift from Meng Yanxiu when he returned from a business trip abroad.

At that time, Meng Yanxiu finished his work two days early. As soon as he got off the plane, he went straight to Wu Jianwei's house.

After the two met, Wu Jianwei looked calm, just wondering why he came back early. Meng Yanxiu, holding a bouquet of white burgundy roses, stood outside the door, watching her reaction, and said the first sentence.

"You haven't thought about me at all in these ten days, have you?"

Hearing his complaint, Kirimi pursed her lips and smiled: "Then open the door again."

After she finished speaking, she actually closed the door. But a few seconds later, while Meng Yanxiu was stunned, the door was opened again.

The man who had been trying to remain calm just now now had red eyes. Wu Jianwei rushed over and cried, hanging on him: "I missed you so much... You wronged me again."

"You're overacting again... Why are you crying all of a sudden? Aren't you happy every day when I'm not around?" Meng Yanxiu held her legs and carried her to the living room. "You've only contacted me twice, both times for work. You didn't say anything else. How can you say you miss me?"

"Go to the bedroom." Kirimi kicked him with her heel and said, "You call me every day. I don't need to contact you."

"If I don't call you, you won't call me. What's that?" Meng Yanxiu always contacted her according to her schedule and talked with her until she fell asleep. But he also found that she didn't feel uncomfortable when he was not around.

Wu Jianwei naturally understood his thoughts and explained, "I was afraid of disturbing your work. Why don't you appreciate it?"

Meng Yanxiu put her on the bed and, with a quick glance, suddenly understood why she was so anxious to get into the bedroom: "Are you working overtime?"

"Well, you go to sleep first. I haven't finished the plan yet." Wu Jianwei turned over, picked up the laptop, put it on his legs, and typed on the keyboard attentively.

Meng Yanxiu opened the closet and took out his robe. He walked out two steps and then returned, his face still icy. "Wu Ze's girlfriend calls him five or six times a day asking him to report her whereabouts. How come she isn't afraid of being disturbed?"

But Wu Jianwei's focus was on: "Didn't Wu Ze just break up? He has a new girlfriend? He has more girlfriends than anyone I've ever met in my life..."

"...His absence won't last more than a week." Meng Yanxiu leaned against the door frame. "Do you think there's no temptation around me? Do you trust me so much?"

"If you can't resist the temptation, what can I do? I don't worry about it. Anyway, I will retaliate against you in the same way as you did me."

Wu Jianwei spoke seriously, but then put down the computer, took out an orange Hermes gift box from the cabinet, walked up to him, and hung a dark-patterned tie around his neck, tightening it: "Tie you up a little, is this okay?"

"Okay." Meng Yanxiu put away his tie and went into the bathroom. But when he came out, he saw she was still working on her plan, staying up until two or three in the morning. Meng Yanxiu lay down beside her and urged her, "Go to sleep, okay?"

This advice was met with a question from her: "Aren't you tired after sitting on a plane for more than ten hours? Do you still have the energy to do this?"

"What?" Meng Yanxiu laughed, "I told you not to stay up late, go to bed early, and sleep on a vegetarian diet."

"Oh..." She turned her head away awkwardly, but said deliberately, "Then let's finish the plan first. Plain ones don't attract me."

Meng Yanxiu chuckled and pulled her closer to him: "I'm not tired. I'm always ready to meet your needs."

"Oh..." Wu Jianwei also smiled, propped up his arm, and pulled him to sit up. "Since you are not tired, get up and review the manuscript. If you have any suggestions for revision, tell me now so that we can finalize it as soon as possible and not delay me from developing my side business on the weekend."

"...Wu Jianwei." Meng Yanxiu's heart sank, and he lay down again, saying earnestly, "Stop torturing your boyfriend."

"No, you are my boss now, get up." Kirimi smiled at him, "Let's be fair and let the employees exploit the boss for once."

Unable to dissuade her, Meng Yanxiu reluctantly sat up and read through the paper word by word, not perfunctorily. During this time, he saw a well-written proposal for increasing efficiency. Wu Jianwei leaned against his shoulder and pointedly told him that Yuan Qing had given him the idea. She also told him to pretend he hadn't read it during the meeting the next day and to praise Yuan Qing in person once more.

At that time, Meng Yanxiu often sighed and laughed, saying that he really couldn't tell who was whose secretary.

After some recollection, Kirimi calmed down slightly.

She thought about Meng Yanxiu in the past, and then looked at the Meng Yanxiu in the present. She also pondered his complicated family, his obvious ambitions, and Song Yan's harsh words... All these images intertwined and tore at her, trapping her in a silent contradiction.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Meng Yanxiu thought she was angry, so he changed the subject: "Do you still like the skirt? If not, choose another one."

A few days ago, he asked Lin Jue to deliver the evening dress. When Lin Jue reported it, he said that her expression was dull and it was hard to tell whether she was satisfied or not.

At this moment, Kirimi nodded slightly: "Your aesthetic taste is okay."

"Of course, otherwise why would I bother you?" Meng Yanxiu frowned slightly, his eyes passing over her hands and then stopping at her face, which was only half made up. "Your hands are like this, don't put on makeup anymore."

Wu Jianwei raised her eyes to look at him, a hint of mockery on the corner of her lips: "Then I will go out with this gloomy face?"

"I'll find a makeup artist now." Meng Yanxiu said as he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Wu Jianwei pressed his hand down: "Just sit still. I can go out in twenty minutes. If you keep talking nonsense, I will wash my face and go to bed."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Take your time. I'll wait for you." Meng Yanxiu behaved calmly and naturally, as if he lived here. He picked up Wu Jianwei's cup and poured himself some water. He then took out a copy of "The Outsider" from the cabinet, which he had not finished reading before, and continued reading it while leaning leisurely on the sofa.

Kirimimi felt that his behavior was both absurd and reasonable, so she turned and went into the bedroom, quickly put on her makeup, and changed into the white satin dress he had chosen. The fine tailoring outlined her well-proportioned figure, making her look cool, noble, and beautiful.

"Let's go." She walked out of the bedroom calmly, lowering her head to put on her earrings without looking at Meng Yanxiu's eyes.

Meng Yanxiu closed the book, averted his gaze from her, and used a calm tone to cover up his fluctuating feelings: "Yeah."

The two walked into the elevator side by side, their luxurious attire at odds with the cramped space. Just then, they bumped into their neighbor, the chainsaw maniac.

"Hey, are you guys... cosplaying?" The Chainsaw Maniac's eyes flicked to Kiriomi Wei and said with a smile, "I was saying, how could you two break up?"

Meng Yanxiu frowned when he heard this: "We didn't break up, we got married."

"ah……"

Under the stunned gaze of the chainsaw maniac, they walked out of the elevator.

As they approached the banquet venue, the traffic was extremely congested. Kiri asked anxiously, "What time does it start? Will we be late?"

Meng Yanxiu looked indifferent: "When you are the protagonist, the game starts when you arrive."

"Why are you pretending? Don't be late." Wu Jianwei hated this behavior of his the most. But to be fair, Meng Yanxiu was considered quite empathetic in his circle of rich second-generations, although he still had some inherent superiority issues.

But she also knew that she had many faults, and even hid many pretentiousness that was inconsistent with her class.

Before I could finish my thoughts, the car had quietly stopped in front of the hotel.

Meng Yanxiu came around and opened the car door for her. Wu Jianwei raised her eyes and her gaze fell on the eye-catching title on the door.

【Qingshan University Information Technology Graduate School-Enterprise Joint Training Program Dinner】

She was suddenly startled and felt vaguely uneasy.

As the project's main investor, Meng Yanxiu was naturally the most important person that night. He bent his arm slightly, motioning for Wu Jianwei to hold his arm, and led her into the brightly lit banquet hall.

Kirimi placed her fingertips lightly on his arm, maintaining a decent smile on her face, but in her heart she was thinking how well this scene matched his "protagonist theory".

The guests present all cast curious glances at him, and Professor Qian immediately came forward to greet them with a cheerful face.

"You are tired of cultivation and have a keen eye for detail." Professor Qian greeted warmly, then turned sideways and solemnly introduced the elegant president of Qingshan University.

The principal's gaze fell gently on Wu Jianwei, and he extended his hand. "Mr. Wu, your outstanding performance in school is still mentioned by teachers in the academy. You still think of your alma mater after graduation. You and your husband are very thoughtful."

"Principal, I didn't actually do anything." Kirimi explained slightly, but the principal thought she was being modest.

Meng Yanxiu felt her fingertips tighten in his arm for a moment, then took over the conversation and replied calmly, "Principal, you're too kind."

The hand hanging by his side naturally stroked the back of Wu Jianwei's hand. The intimate action was like a silent comfort, or a gentle confinement. The warmth penetrated the skin, clearly conveying his intention to control the overall situation.

The principal looked at Meng Yanxiu and said with approval, "Mr. Meng, thank you for your strong support for the development of the school."

Meng Yanxiu spoke politely to the principal about project cooperation matters. After a long time, the greetings finally ended. Professor Qian found a chance and explained to Wu Jianwei with a bit of intimate complaint.

"I was conducting research in Africa on your wedding day. Yan Xiu only notified me on the morning of the wedding. I couldn't have come back even if I had wings! But you should know that even though I couldn't be there, I was truly happy for you!"

Kirimi nodded slightly, a faint smile spreading across her lips. "Thank you, Professor Qian. Your research is very important."

As they chatted casually, she felt the warmth of Meng Yanxiu's palm growing on the back of her hand. At that moment, amidst this dazzling display of light, a thought struck her: three years ago, wasn't her relationship with Meng Yanxiu just another meticulously crafted "cooperative project"?

Wu Jianwei didn't think any further and kept a polite smile on her face until Professor Qian turned around to greet other guests. Then she casually observed the whole scene.

But suddenly, her eyes turned cold.

As an outstanding alumnus of Qingshan University, Zhou Shuye was walking towards her from a distance, watching her intimately holding Meng Yanxiu's arm and accepting the title of "Mrs. Meng" from the people around her.

The moment Wu Jianwei saw Zhou Shuye, she understood the real reason why Meng Yanxiu insisted on having her come here. Meng Yanxiu never did anything without a purpose, and beneath his purpose, there was often a deeper purpose.

Kirimimi felt a slight chill at her fingertips, and a self-deprecating sneer appeared on her lips. She almost forgot this man's true nature again.

"Meng Yanxiu, what are you doing?" She pinched his fingers unconsciously with her nails, and lowered her voice to a very low voice, "Don't go crazy here."

Meng Yanxiu calmly held her arm tightly, holding her hand firmly at her side, and waited calmly for Zhou Shuye to approach.

Meng Yanxiu lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her ears, his tone gentle but unquestionable: "Say hello to him. If you don't break up with him, I'll do it."

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