Chapter 11 Lost
Fu Ci Yan's voice was harsh and cold, like a bucket of cold water poured over one's head in the dead of winter.
Wen Nanxi felt a pang in his heart, but what he said was not wrong.
Since both of them are getting divorced, there is really no need to worry so much.
She nodded and got out of the car.
The cold wind blew into his clothes, and Wen Nanxi realized belatedly that the voice on the phone just now was Ji Jiaojiao.
It's normal to get off the car for the sake of your loved one.
She pulled her coat closer, and her hands, which were originally warm, had become cold. Wen Nanxi has always been afraid of the cold, and every winter she would wrap herself up like a ball.
I checked my phone and saw that this area was full of private residences for the wealthy, so it was impossible to get a taxi.
If we walk along the main road, it will probably take another half an hour.
The map showed a small path, and Wen Nanxi didn't care about anything else and turned around and walked into the winding path.
…
Fu Ciyan looked out the window with deep eyes. The air pressure in the car was extremely low. Xiao Li shuddered and spoke weakly:
"Mr. Fu, Uncle Liu didn't pick up his wife yet. Maybe he left first."
Fu Ci Yan didn't say anything. The temperature in the car seemed to drop a little. Xiao Li shrank his neck and drove carefully.
When the president and his wife quarreled, those who were in charge had to be very careful, fearing that others would be affected.
Back at the company, Ji Jiaojiao was sitting in Fu Ciyan's office chair with a pout on her face. Special Assistant Yu Zhao was standing nearby. When he saw Fu Ciyan coming, he bowed and called out, "Mr. Fu."
Ji Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, and she jumped up from her chair and rushed to Fu Ciyan.
"Brother Yan, you're finally back. Where have you been? I've been waiting for you all morning."
Fu Ciyan dodged backwards without leaving a trace:
"Back to the old house, what's up?"
Ji Jiaojiao snorted:
"Humph, you didn't even take me with you back to the old house. I'm angry."
Fu Ciyan frowned slightly:
"Why are you here if you're not working properly? You were the one who asked to go to Aurora for customization. How could you leave your post without permission?"
Ji Jiaojiao didn't expect Fu Ciyan to lecture her, and she felt a little dissatisfied:
"I came to you for support. I've done a lot of work these past few days, but Lisa is being too much. She's bullying me because I'm new here and won't even give me credit for my designs."
Fu Ciyan was annoyed when he heard this, and turned to Zhao and said:
"Take her and deal with it. I have something else to do."
After sensing Fu Ciyan's impatience, Ji Jiaojiao became much more obedient;
"Then I won't bother you anymore. Please take care of yourself~"
Back at Aurora Customization, Yu Zhao accompanied Ji Jiaojiao to Lisa's office.
"Sister Lisa, Mr. Fu said that he wants you to add my signature to this project."
Lisa was silent for a while and looked at Yu Zhao, who nodded. She had no choice but to agree.
After finishing the work, Yu Zhao left the office. Ji Jiaojiao put away her obedient appearance and became complacent. She directly crossed out Wen Nanxi's name:
"Sister Lisa, Wen Nanxi took a week off and didn't do any work. President Fu said her name needs to be deleted."
Lisa frowned:
"That's not good. Although Nanxi has taken leave, she drew all the design drawings. She is the main designer of this project. Now all the content has been completed and the client is very satisfied. It would be too much to delete it."
Ji Jiaojiao just felt that Lisa was tactless and used Fu Ciyan to pressure others:
"This is what Mr. Fu said. Why don't you go talk to Mr. Fu?"
Lisa was at a loss and just felt it was unfair.
But this kind of unfairness can be seen everywhere in the workplace. She is just a small director and has no way to go against the president.
Looking at Ji Jiaojiao's arrogant look, Lisa felt very upset.
…
Wen Nanxi was walking along the path. It was not easy for her to walk in her high heels. A thin layer of sweat hung on her forehead, her calves were sore, and her lower abdomen was aching slightly.
The worst thing is that she was lost.
"This is clearly marked on the map, why is there no road?"
Wen Nanxi sat on the ground somewhat dejectedly. When one is unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in one's teeth.
Xia Tian went on a business trip again, and she had no choice but to ask He Yan for help.
He Yan is her cousin, from Hai City. He was sent to Kyoto by his uncle a year ago to manage the branch.
The brother and sister have a very good relationship, but they are both very busy and seldom see each other.
He Yan is usually a carefree person, but he always responds to requests from his cousin.
"Er Yan, why are you here just now?"
Wen Nanxi curled her lips. She had been waiting for almost half an hour and was numb from the cold.
He Yan is the second child in the family, so Wen Nanxi calls him Er Yan. He has an older brother who is a policeman and is very busy at work, so Wen Nanxi rarely sees him.
He Yan pulled her into the car and said disdainfully:
"You were on an autumn outing and got lost? You're an adult."
Wen Nanxi: ...
It’s not her fault that she has poor direction!
"Come on, silly girl, I'll take you home."
He Yan still looked nonchalant, and Wen Nanxi punched him in anger.
He Yan shook his head.
It was naturally impossible for Wen Nanxi to come to the old house on his own initiative. Even if he came, the old house would have a car to pick him up.
Then why did she get lost here alone? The reason is obvious.
"Please take me to the company. Lisa wants to talk to me."
He Yan tsked:
"You're not well yet. Why are you running around instead of taking a good rest? Is Fu Ciyan the Zhou Paopi?"
"It's none of his business. I'll just talk to Lisa and go home to rest. It's fine."
He Yan sighed imperceptibly when he saw her speaking for that jerk again.
It's really hard to have a sister who is always in love.
The two chatted casually and soon arrived downstairs of the company. He Yan followed Wen Nanxi out of the car and took a scarf from the back seat to tie on her:
"There's no need to work so hard. You won't starve to death as long as your brother is here. If things really don't work out, we can go back and rely on our parents. The old man at home is quite rich."
Wen Nanxi burst out laughing, and a warm feeling rose in his heart:
"How could you say that about your uncle?"
"Xiaonanxi."
He Yan suddenly called her seriously.
"Ah?" Wen Nanxi was a little confused.
"Promise me you won't put yourself in a difficult position, okay? I'm your brother, and I don't want to see you get hurt again."
The grievances she had suffered during this period suddenly came back to haunt her, and Wen Nanxi's tears flowed almost instantly, like beads with broken strings, falling to the ground.
It would be fine if no one cared about her, she could endure it, but once people feel loved, they will become vulnerable.
"Okay, come and hug me."
He Yan opened his arms and said, "No matter what time, don't forget that I am here."
Wen Nanxi rested her head on his chest and said with a sob: "Brother, I have decided to divorce Fu Ciyan. You will support me from now on."
He Yan touched Wen Nanxi's head and said, "You are the little princess of our He family. I can support you for the rest of your life."
Wen Nanxi cried enough, raised her head and wiped her face: "You go back first, I still have work to do."
After saying goodbye to He Yan, Wen Nanxi walked towards the company.
A Maybach was parked under a tree not far away. The people in the car looked at this scene with gloomy faces that seemed to be dripping with water.
…
After returning to the company, Wen Nanxi suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the company was weird.
The way these colleagues looked at her was actually a bit... pitiful?
She sat at her workstation and looked at her colleague Xu Yan:
"What did the customer say? Are they satisfied?"
Xu Yan looked a little embarrassed and said hesitantly:
"Hmm... I'm quite satisfied. The final payment has been made and the project is complete."
Wen Nanxi finally heard some good news. She had been following this client for a long time and had asked for repeated changes. Most of her hair had fallen out, and she was still drawing styles for the client while she was sick. Finally, there was a good result.
Seeing her sigh of relief, Xu Yan couldn't help but say:
"Um...Sister Nanxi, why don't you ask Sister Lisa? You're not included in this project's signature."
Wen Nanxi frowned:
"Not me? You must be mistaken. I'm the main designer this time. How could I be absent?"
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