Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Pan Dog is Pan Dog!
Perhaps seeing Ostrich Wen Yu didn't respond, the car window was knocked on again. With the "dong dong" sound, the person outside asked kindly, "Xiao Wen, right? I saw you got off work at five o'clock. Why are you back? It's already dark, and you're still working overtime?"
"Ah... Master Tao..."
Wen Yu raised his head, a hint of red appeared on his white forehead due to the pressure. His eyes rolled around and he looked outside the car.
"Go home quickly, little girl, don't work so hard..."
Wen Yu chuckled dryly as a response to Master Tao. Finally, his eyes caught sight of the dark figure. Pan Xianchen paid no attention to the noise. He walked to the other corner, squeezed his broad figure into the car, and drove away.
Wen Yu saluted, her eyes following the black Volkswagen as it turned the corner, passed in front of her car, and completely disappeared from the parking lot.
The Volkswagen was old, and as it climbed the hill, the car shuddered and groaned like a dying old man. The doors were stained with dried mud, telling of the terrible roads it had been on.
He is a high-ranking official, but his car is very simple.
"...Is that Mr. Pan?" Master Tao narrowed his eyes and watched everyone leave.
"Yeah." Wen Yu didn't want to talk any more and started the car.
"I've been working overtime until now...Young people these days are so motivated!"
Master Tao turned around and told Wen Yu, "Hurry home, Xiao Wen, and be careful on the road! I have to continue my patrol!"
When Wen Yu got home, the house was pitch dark.
A long bulge formed on the bed in the bedroom. Wen Yu was asleep.
Wen Yu tiptoed over and carefully lifted the other corner of the quilt. Just as he sat down on the edge of the bed, a voice came from behind him: "Your mother asked us to go home on Saturday for a party with friends." After a pause, he added: "You didn't bring your phone with you, so I answered the call."
"oh."
Wen Yu lay down with her back to the man behind her.
After a while, Wen Yu asked, "Where have you been?"
"Wandering around."
“…”
After a while, Wen Yu heard Wen Yu snort from his nose, expressing his mockery: "Just to avoid me."
Wen Yu didn't want to talk to him more about this topic.
The bedroom became quiet, the central air conditioner was working tirelessly, and the low buzzing sound was like white noise to help people sleep. Wen Yu's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he was almost about to fall asleep - until that strong arm climbed up.
Wen Yu opened his eyes quickly.
"I don't want to do it."
The caressing palm paused for a moment. Wen Yu was enduring the anger that had been building up since dinner. "When did you want to do it?"
Wen Yu was silent.
Wen Yu fell silent. He jerked his arm back and left the bed. Then, Wen Yu slammed the bedroom door loudly.
Wen Yu closed her eyes. She didn't care where Wen Yu had gone or how he'd sleep tonight, but a hint of irritation welled up inside her. Wen Yu was good-tempered, but when he got sulky, it was hard to appease him. He probably wouldn't go to the friend party on Saturday. If Wen Yu went alone, her mother would definitely ask her why Wen Yu wasn't coming.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu sighed tiredly.
If possible, she doesn't want to go back.
Because of this incident, she has been in a very low mood and has been listless at work. Ye Yinuo poked her back with a pen: "Look at your phone."
There were a lot of group messages and private messages on WeChat. Wen Yu was the first to open the private dialog box with Ye Yinuo.
Qianjin: Did you see the bad news in the group chat? I have to work unpaid overtime again on Saturday.
Wen Yu switched to the work group chat. The union chairman had posted a flurry of messages, including documents about Saturday's team-building event, a mobilization notice, the location of the farmhouse, and finally a gentle threat: Everyone must attend, and in principle, no leave is allowed! [Rose][Rose][Rose]
Wen Yu turned around and asked for leave from Peng Yan, her supervisor.
Wen Xiaoyu: Sister Yan, I have something going on at home on Saturday, so I'd like to ask for leave. [Cute]
Yan Guoliu Sheng: It’s no use asking me for an invitation, go ask Mr. Pan.
With a click, Wen Yu sent the screenshot to Ye Yinuo, followed by a "?".
Qianjin: Wow, sister, you are so brave to ask for leave.
Qianjin: The leave system has changed. Before, Sister Yan could approve a day off directly, but now it's not possible. We need Mr. Pan's approval, and we have to use DingTalk and send a copy to the boss. Otherwise, do you think you'd be the first person to dare to ask for leave?
Qianjin: Pan Gou is Pan Gou! I thought he was so handsome when he first appeared! I am blind! He is a dog!
Wen Xiaoyu: ...
Wen Xiaoyu: Okay, okay, stop being so angry and helpless.
Swoosh—Ye Yinuo's stool slid, half of his body moved sideways out of the workstation, he glanced at Wen Yu's back in front of him, then slid back down, his fingers tapping on the phone keyboard until they were almost smoking: Looking at your heroic back, what are you going to do... ?
A moment later, a screenshot was sent over from the other side.
Wen Xiaoyu: Mr. Pan, I need to take a leave on Saturday.
Pan Xianchen hadn't replied yet. He was holding a leadership meeting on the 15th floor. After the meeting, the crowd filed out. President Yan waved him back, and he followed him to his office.
The view from here is excellent. The highly transparent windows can be switched to filter out UV rays, but that's not currently the case. The rising sun's rays filter in completely, quietly lapping across the matte wood floor. Standing here, overlooking the river, one feels a sense of comfort and superiority.
The long mahogany desk was neat and tidy, with a crystal nameplate placed in the center of the desk: Yan Zhiwen.
Yan Zhiwen used a priceless set of Kung Fu teaware to make tea for Pan Xianchen. Pan Xianchen sat quietly across from Yan Zhiwen, neither flattering nor feeling awkward. A brief silence settled in the CEO's office. Both men were accustomed to this atmosphere, a testament to their close friendship.
"How is your father's health recently?" Yan Zhiwen poured a small cup and handed it to the younger generation in front of him.
"He's addicted to fishing and I'm often not seen."
Yan Zhiwen laughed heartily: "That's good. It's good to still have a hobby when you're old."
Pan Xianchen said, "We have a tea set at home. It was a gift from someone. My mother specifically instructed, 'You must deliver it to Uncle Yan.' I'll go over to your house in a couple of days and deliver it."
"Your mother is so polite," Yan Zhiwen smiled and poured another glass for Pan Xianchen. "You can come anytime. You don't need to bring anything."
Pan Xianchen didn't respond. He would definitely deliver the tea set. The Pan and Yan families had a close relationship, with gifts being exchanged frequently. Yan Zhiwen was just being polite.
"Qianqian is about to go on vacation. Wait until she returns home and you two can get together."
"good."
"Oh, time flies. It feels like just yesterday Qianqian was just a little girl, following you around, calling you 'brother, brother' and asking you to take her out to play. Now, you two are adults, old enough to have a boyfriend."
Pan Xianchen sat with Yan Zhiwen for more than half an hour. Only after returning to his office did he see the WeChat message from Wen Yu.
Pan Xianchen: Reason?
Not knowing if the person on the other end was waiting right next to the phone, he had just put it down for two seconds when WeChat vibrated again.
Wen Xiaoyu: I am sick.
Pan Xianchen: What disease?
Wen Yu rolled her eyes. She realized that Mr. Pan loved to get to the bottom of things. From "What are you sorry for?" to "What's wrong with you?", he didn't let her off with any of the questions.
Wen Yu thought about it and didn’t want to curse himself, so he chose: I have a cold.
Pan Xianchen: Just take some medicine for a minor cold, it will get better soon, just overcome it.
Wen Xiaoyu: I not only have a cold, but also a fever. I feel dizzy and need to rest.
"How is it? Was it successful?" Ye Yinuo asked curiously.
Wen Yu directly showed her the phone screen. Nearly half an hour passed and Pan Xianchen did not reply to her.
But for Wenyu, a lack of response equates to tacit agreement. On Friday afternoon, Wenyu quickly left. Master Tao, the guard at the booth, still greeted her warmly. She nodded and smiled back, then drove off towards her parents' home.
This is a villa complex with few visitors, so it seems spacious; there is plenty of greenery, so it also has a bit of wildness.
The wrought iron gate has exquisite patterns, and the hollowed-out areas highlight the small garden in front of the villa. My mother loves growing flowers, and there are roses, morning glories, hydrangeas, phalaenopsis, bougainvilleas, and some flowers that Wen Yu can't name, all blooming in the small garden with the changing seasons.
This was one of her mother's few joys, and Wenyu was very supportive. It was only when she was gardening and raising flowers that her mother forgot her worries and chatted endlessly with Wenyu about this and that. This was a chance for Wenyu to catch her breath, and her emotions were mixed: she longed to witness her mother's joy, yet she couldn't wait to forget her.
Wen Yu's heart was pounding as he finally pushed open the iron door and went in.
Mom wasn't home. Dad didn't seem to be there either, but that wasn't unusual; Dad was always away.
Wen Yu's anxious heart calmed down for the moment. She stood in the spacious living room and looked around. Just like the last time she left home, her mother's favorite succulents were neatly arranged in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to bask in the sun, and her father's newspapers were casually thrown on the mahogany lounge chair. It was an ordinary home scene, but just like the distance between her parents, the distance between the succulents and the newspapers was as far away as the entire living room.
Wen Yu pushed these thoughts out of her head. She didn't want to use her stolen peace of mind to dwell on other things. She sank into the comfortable sofa, thinking about how to perfectly answer her mother's next possible questions.
Her eyes fell on a nearby iron bucket. This bucket was what her mother used to store floral clay. There was a noticeable dent on the bucket, which reflected different colors and hues in the light and shadow. At that moment, it seemed as if her mother had kicked it with all her might. Even though the bucket, filled with clay, was heavy, it still left a mark.
Wen Yu still remembers it clearly: her mother yelled at her, "Your father is such a playboy. Finding one or two women isn't enough! ... Vixen! Smelly bitch! ... They're all after your father's money. He thinks he's so popular!"
Wen Yu stood there, bewildered, her heart beating rapidly. She didn't know how long it took before her mother finally finished venting her anger. Wen Yu approached her, her nose sore, and she said in a tearful voice, "Divorce him."
My mother's red eyes were like a devil's trap, and they were scary when she glared at me.
"Where in the world is there a daughter like you? You actually persuaded your own parents to divorce!" Mom seemed to have found a new target, Wen Yu was her new target, "Divorce? Don't even think about it! The money we worked so hard to earn is going to be given away to those mistresses? Dream on! I'll just drag it out, just drag it out!"
Wen Yu was hurt, sad, and aggrieved. She said, "Mom, I just want you to be happier."
Mom was stunned for a moment, and the sharpness in her voice disappeared like smoke, and she started crying: "Xiaoyu, Mom just wants you to be happy."
But how can mom be happy when she looks like this?
Wen Yu lowered her head, and her mother reached out to touch her hair and cheek. Her mother's sobs, unable to be suppressed, overwhelmed her like a tidal wave: "Don't be like your mother, who found a man like this and will be unhappy all her life. You must find someone who treats you well, who loves you, and get married and live a good life."
“…”
"How about Wen Yu? You've been together for a while, can you settle down?"
“…”
"Mom thinks he's pretty good. He's gentle, has a good temper, and treats you well. You'll be happy living with a man like him."
"You guys decide."
"This way, Mom will feel at ease."
"Mom just wants you to be happy."
"This is it, don't be picky. Wen Yu is pretty good."
"Just let it be warm."
"Let's go with him."
…
Wen Yu's eyes were hot and wet. She refocused her gaze, still staring at the dent on the iron bucket.
The door opens, the door closes. Mom is back.
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