Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Do you like being called sister? ...
Wen Yu returned to her room. Outside, the rain was pouring down, pounding against the windows. Everyone on her phone was complaining about how hard it was raining and how they couldn't leave. A few minutes later, a message arrived in the group chat: "Return trip postponed, hotel stay extended for another night." Then another message followed: "Mr. Pan treats dinner, see you in the banquet hall on the tenth floor."
Another treat.
Barbecue restaurant, red envelopes in the group, banquet hall.
Business trips come with a meal allowance, and any extra expenses can be reimbursed by the company. Everything just needs to go through the proper procedures. But Pan Xianchen's gesture clearly suggests he's paying out of his own pocket to benefit the people. Is he wealthy?
Pan Xianchen had booked the grand banquet hall on the tenth floor, usually used for wedding banquets. Wen Yu and Peng Yan sat at a table with a few people from their department and colleagues from other departments. At the table, there were familiar faces, unfamiliar ones, and even those who were only half-acquaintances. At first, everyone was rather reserved, eating without talking. But as the wine began to flow, the atmosphere heated up.
Many people came to toast Peng Yan. Peng Yan had a good alcohol tolerance, was a good drinker, and was a good wine merchant. She didn't refuse everyone, and depending on the situation, she would return the toast. But if the number of people toasting back became too much, she would get tired of it.
Wen Yu leaned close to Peng Yan's ear and said, "Sister Yan, are you okay?"
Peng Yan shook his head. Everyone at this table was drinking to their heart's content. Those who couldn't hold their liquor sat back to rest, while those who could hold their liquor went to other tables.
Wen Yu had only a few drinks and was still sober. Xiao Zheng wasn't so lucky. He was new here, young, and a man, so it seemed like any passing dog could get him a few drinks. He couldn't drink, so he was already slumped over on the table.
Peng Yan glanced around and found that the people in the same office had drunk enough and could leave together soon.
Xiao Zheng suddenly stood up and came over to report to Peng Yan: "Sister Yan, I need to go to the bathroom."
Peng Yan looked at his flushed face and told Wen Yu, "Follow me."
Wen Yu was reluctant, but there was no one more suitable than her at the table. Xiao Zheng walked unsteadily, but perhaps because he had lost his ability to think after being drunk, he no longer had any messy thoughts. He walked all the way, holding Wen Yu's arm lightly, without crossing the line.
The bathroom was at the end. Other drunks were coming towards him, and he bumped into them accidentally. Xiao Zheng swayed like a tumbler, then fell on top of Wen Yu.
Wen Yu: “…”
I don't know if he did it on purpose.
Finally, Xiao Zheng was sent to the men's bathroom door. Xiao Zheng suddenly said, "Sister, I feel so uncomfortable..."
“…”
Wen Yu thought he was doing it on purpose: "Go in, and you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."
She pointed at the bathroom with one hand and pushed Xiao Zheng with the other, wishing she could push him into the sink immediately.
"Okay..." Xiao Zheng didn't let herself be pushed away. She smiled softly, lowered her head and moved closer to Wen Yu, saying lightly, "Then I'll go in... Sister, wait for me..."
So smelly.
Wen Yu quickly held her breath, and the smell of alcohol blew onto her face!
She felt sick and waited distractedly, hugging her chest.
After a while, the person came out.
Wen Yu looked over—unexpectedly. Her hands dropped from her chest to the sides of her pants.
Pan Xianchen came out, staring at her with a stern face. "What are you doing guarding the men's restroom door?"
Wen Yu glanced behind him and said, "I'm waiting for someone."
Pan Xianchen also looked back, but saw nothing. He walked aside and took some paper to wipe his hands.
The window was open, and the wind and rain outside blew in, blowing away the stinking smell of alcohol.
Wen Yu looked at Pan Xianchen, who said nothing as he meticulously wiped his hands. His lips were tightly pursed, as if he were contemplating something difficult. A cool breeze blew through the window, and Wen Yu suddenly felt the bad feeling of being harassed by Xiao Zheng fade away. She wondered: Why hasn't Pan Xianchen left yet?
Suddenly, Pan Xianchen walked towards her and asked her, "Do you like being called sister?"
It's completely incomprehensible.
Wen Yu thought: Xiao Zheng was flirting with her at the men's bathroom door just now, and Pan Xianchen seemed to have heard it all from inside.
"I don't like it." Wen Yu shook his head.
"So you like Xiao Zheng?"
Wen Yu continued to shake his head like a rattle.
Pan Xianchen relaxed his tightly pursed lips. He was very satisfied with the speed and amplitude of Wen Yu's head shaking.
"Don't come to the men's room unless you have something to do," Pan Xianchen said. "Go back."
"Xiao Zheng..."
"I'll take him back."
ah?
"Isn't this a bit bad?"
Wen Yu looked hesitant, but her subconscious steps back revealed that she was eager to slip away immediately.
Pan Xianchen caught her little movement and smiled.
"We're all men, what's wrong with that?"
Wen Yu nodded and said as he retreated, "He's drunk and difficult to deal with."
Pan Xianchen waved her away.
Xiao Zheng came out of the cubicle to wash his hands. He was worried that Wen Yu would not wait for him, so he quickened his pace.
"elder sister--"
Before he could finish his words, he screeched to a halt. Like an uncontrollable brake, like a dog on the accelerator. Xiao Zheng hated himself for being so involuntarily afraid of the man before him. His face turned pale, and he forced a smile: "Hello, Mr. Pan."
Pan Xianchen had been waiting for quite some time. He had his hands in his pockets, a judgemental attitude. This young Zheng was quite naive. Every time he met a leader, he greeted them like a teacher, still possessing the youthful air of a college boy.
"Here's a piece of advice for you," Pan Xianchen said, "Don't mess around with sibling relationships in the workplace."
Xiao Zheng tried to play dumb, but seeing Pan Xianchen's look, which was clearly a warning rather than advice, he shrewdly instinctively responded: Don't be dishonest under Pan Xianchen's command. It's just a woman. There are women everywhere. He has a good job, and his workplace is full of wealthy women. He can just switch.
After understanding this, he nodded obediently: "I understand, Mr. Pan."
Pan Xianchen sneered, turned around and left.
Drunk? Difficult? A trick to fool women. They were all men, and he saw through it immediately.
After we got off the plane, the rain stopped.
Wen Yu was called home by her mother. She parked her car in front of the villa. In front of her was her father's car.
Is he at home today?
Wen Yu sat in the car for ten minutes before slowly getting out.
Night fell, and the air, washed clean by the rain, smelled fresh. Unknown insects chirped in my mother's small garden, and the evening breeze rustled the blossoms. The lights in the villa were bright, and the faint aroma of food wafted from the air, all of which spoke of harmony and happiness.
Yeah?
Wen Yu followed the aroma of food into the house. What caught her eye was her father's early calligraphy: "A harmonious family brings prosperity." It was framed with expensive materials.
"Dad, Mom."
"Come quickly!" Mom called out as she brought out a freshly cooked dish.
Wen Yu walked over and sat in her usual seat. Eating at home was very quiet. Sometimes Mom would turn on the TV while we ate, but no one would listen or watch, just for the sound to keep them company. Sometimes, when the TV wasn't on, the only sounds at the table were the picking up of food and chewing.
Most of the time, it was my mother's voice. Vegetable prices went up today, what seasonings were added when cooking, that pot of flowers in the garden was new, I twisted my waist while watering the flowers... Mom kept talking, and Dad across the street was like a piece of wood, unable to speak.
Wen Yu would talk to her mother, and her mother would pick up food for her while laughing. The sound of women's laughter at the table made it seem lively.
After dinner, Dad would leave the restaurant immediately and go to the living room to watch the news, or lock himself in the study to watch the computer.
After Mom diligently washed the dishes and opened the study door, Dad would immediately switch pages on his computer. Mom knew he was up to something, but she often feigned ignorance. She even smiled as she offered Dad some cut fruit and asked if he wanted more milk.
…
Mom nudged Wen Yu and muttered, "What are you thinking about?"
"Did you hear what Mom and Dad just said to you?" Mom reminded Wen Yu, "About marriage."
Wen Yu was silent for a while before saying, "Don't worry."
"So when do you plan to do it? You have to have a plan, right?" Mom's tone darkened.
Wen Yu couldn't answer.
"Have you forgotten everything your mother told you and taught you?"
“…”
"A few days ago, I talked about this with Wen Yu's mother."
Wen Yu was on a business trip at the time, and Wen Yu had mentioned it to her on WeChat. Wen Yu felt a sense of urgency, as if she were being forced into something; she had no appetite at all. Now she completely understood why her father was home today—because this was at least an important matter, and he had to be there, because he had to convince her and make it a done deal.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Wen Yu was anxious. "Why are you so anxious?"
Seeing that the mother and daughter were about to argue, the father put down his chopsticks and said, "You need to have a plan for your own affairs and stop acting like a child."
After saying that, Dad walked into the living room and turned on the TV. It was news time, and he no longer paid attention to what was happening at the dinner table.
Neither Wenyu nor her mother spoke. Her mother was upset with her father's indifference to her daughter's affairs, but she didn't dare to speak directly. This had been their relationship for years. Wenyu constantly monitored her mother's expression, chewing rice without savoring it.
She struggled and said, "Wait a little longer..."
Wen Yu knew she was just procrastinating and escaping, but she had no other choice. Finally, her mother agreed to her request. She was like a small fish trapped in a river pond before the rain, occasionally surfacing to breathe, and then returning to the oxygen-deprived water.
Now she had bought herself a brief respite.
The villa, Wen Yu's home and workplace make up her boring life.
At work, she temporarily forgets all unpleasantness and never discusses her personal life with colleagues or supervisors. It's not that she's deliberately protecting her privacy; it's just that she feels her current life doesn't belong to her. In a work environment, however, she's completely her own person.
Peng Yan informed her via WeChat that she was asked to attend the department report on Monday.
Ye Yinuo said jealously: "Sister Yan is so good to you. She used to be the one who came to report. The other departments were also responsible for it. Mr. Yan would also come. She actually asked you to go..."
Wen Yu smiled: "Are you here yet?"
"Don't worry, we arrived safely!" Ye Yinuo felt that his decision to take leave to watch the concert was absolutely right. It was true that people only behaved like human beings when they were not working. "I won't miss the regular meeting on Monday. When the time comes, you can dress nicely and I will take pictures of you."
On Sunday night, Peng Yan also reminded her to change out of her usual short-sleeved shirts and jeans and wear formal attire.
Wen Xiaoyu: Got it! Thank you, Sister Yan!
The wild geese leave their voices: seize the opportunity, Mr. Pan likes you.
Wen Yu stared at the phone in a daze.
Yan Guoliusheng: We talked about you privately, and he said you have unique ideas and can get things done. Who wouldn't like such a subordinate?
Wen Xiaoyu: Well, I will behave well tomorrow.
The dress she chose was clean and elegant, a simple white top and black bottom, but the silk material clung to her body softly, seeming to ripple when the wind blew. She wore a rare bit of light makeup, and upon entering the office, several colleagues came over to compliment her on her looks.
In the lecture hall, colleagues have already taken their seats, and the leaders are sitting in the first row.
Wen Yu went on stage without a script, the spotlight shining brightly on her skin. She looked back at the big screen behind her, and her flying high ponytail seemed to have an independent soul.
Pan Xianchen's gaze lingered on her for a long time.
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