Chapter 37 Nothing to explain?
The two added each other as friends, and An Qianxue turned to look at Lisa:
"From now on, Wen Nanxi will be my personal designer. Don't introduce those shabby people to me. Their designs are rubbish, and you still have the nerve to show them to me?"
Lisa agreed politely, and after seeing the form signed, she felt relieved.
After seeing An Qianxue off, Lisa wiped the sweat from her head:
"Luckily I called you, otherwise this order would have been lost. Oh, I feel sad when I think about you leaving in the future."
Wen Nanxi patted Lisa's shoulder:
"Then there's Lin Zhiyi, her professional abilities are also very strong."
Although Lin Zhiyi's character is not very good and she always picks fights with her, it is undeniable that her designs are very outstanding.
This time they are participating in the Silver Moon Cup Design Competition together, and Lin Zhiyi is a strong opponent.
But unexpectedly, Lisa's face became even uglier.
"Hey... Lin Zhiyi hasn't necessarily been doing this longer than you."
Wen Nanxi was a little confused, but Lisa didn't say anything, and the two of them went back to the company.
The atmosphere in the company remained the same. Even though she came back with Lisa, no one took the initiative to talk to her. Their eyes flickered, and she could hear people whispering after she walked by.
Wen Nanxi took a deep breath and cleared her mind of distractions. She had gone through the same thing as a child, just isolation and gossip. She was no longer a child and would not take such things to heart.
Anyway, she will be leaving soon, and she has to prepare the design for the competition and work on the project, so she can't spare any extra time to do anything else.
Time flies when you are busy, and it is noon in the blink of an eye.
Xu Yan asked her to have dinner together, but Wen Nanxi refused.
She meant well, but Wen Nanxi didn't want Xu Yan to be isolated because of her.
Xu Yan was dragged away by his colleagues, and Wen Nanxi received a message from He Yan.
"Xiao Nanxi, come downstairs. Brother brought you a loving lunch."
Wen Nanxi replied with a cocky emoticon and went downstairs obediently.
He Yan leaned on a bench under the company building with an insulated box next to him.
"Why did you suddenly remember to bring me food?"
He Yan moved aside and motioned for her to sit down:
"I'm not concerned about your stomach. I'm afraid you'll end up in the hospital again. The old man will say I can't take good care of you. What will I do if my pocket money is cut off? You have to support me."
Wen Nanxi expressed helplessness towards his carelessness. After all, he was the heir of the He family, and no one knew how much he earned every day, but he still said every day that he was a parasite.
"I'm afraid my salary is not enough to support you, so you'd better rely on me."
Wen Nanxi opened the thermos box and was immediately hit by a fragrance that made her mouth water. She took a sip and found the taste very strange, as if some Chinese herbal medicine was added. The warm taste flowed from her throat into her limbs and made her relax completely.
"This fish soup is so delicious. Has your family changed aunts?"
"Shen Yuechuan made it... Oh, I mean Shen Yuechuan's aunt made it. He made a stomach-nourishing recipe and asked his aunt to make it for you to try."
He Yan touched his nose and almost let the cat out of the bag.
After returning from his trip, Shen Yuechuan began to study medicinal cuisine. Even though he had an aunt at home, he still insisted on doing it himself. He didn't know how many ingredients and medicinal materials he had wasted these days before he made such a qualified one.
He was busy with work in the hospital, and he called me over in the middle of the day to bring me soup, but he didn't even bring me a portion!
A guy who values women over friends!
But considering that he cares about his sister, I will forgive him for now.
Wen Nanxi enjoyed the meal very much, especially since he also prepared a bowl of noodles soaked in fish soup, which was simply a divine delicacy.
"Er Yan, please ask Dr. Shen for the recipe of this fish soup for me. I will try to make it myself next time."
He Yan crossed his legs:
"If you like to eat it, why not ask him to bring it to you?"
Wen Nanxi wiped her mouth:
"Forget it, this is not good. I can't bother others every day. Doctor Shen is already very busy."
He Yan said indifferently:
"It's his aunt who makes it anyway, so what's the trouble? Shen Yuechuan's father also has stomach problems, so he has to make it every day. Giving it to you is just a side job."
Wen Nanxi still refused:
"I don't like owing favors to others. If you don't want to help me, forget it. I'll return the lunch box to you after I wash it."
He Yan pulled the lunch box over:
"You're eating like a starving ghost, so clean. Okay, go back to work. How can I trouble you, the designer Wen, to wash the dishes?"
Wen Nanxi was speechless:
"Er Yan, you'll never find a girlfriend with such a sharp tongue!"
He Yan patted Wen Nanxi's head and said disdainfully:
"Seeing you're so love-brained, I don't dare to look for you."
Wen Nanxi: ...
Without arguing with He Yan anymore, Wen Nanxi turned and entered the company building, but ran into Fu Ci Yan at the door of the building.
His pupils were deep and he stared at her intently, obviously not knowing how long he had been looking at her.
Wen Nanxi's consciousness was instantly pulled back to last night. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say.
The two people just stared at each other face to face, one was a handsome president, the other was a cool designer. Neither of them said a word, but they looked as good as the promotional pictures of idol dramas.
People were coming and going in the building, and many of them were looking this way.
Wen Nanxi lowered her head, bit her lower lip lightly, took a step to the side, and walked past him.
Fu Ciyan grabbed Wen Nanxi's hand and said in a low and cold voice:
"Nothing to explain?"
Wen Nanxi didn't know where he was coming from and broke free from his hand:
"What's there to explain? There are so many people here, Mr. Fu should be more careful."
Wen Nanxi knew that Fu Ci Yan didn't want to make their relationship public. After all, they were about to get divorced, and it would be bad to create a scandal at this critical juncture.
Moreover, Fu Ci Yan and Ji Jiaojiao are an engaged couple in the company, and Wen Nanxi doesn't want to be misunderstood as a mistress.
Although I felt a little sad, I still took the initiative to distance myself.
"Where did you go last night? Why didn't you go home?"
This questioning tone made Wen Nanxi feel angry again. She felt a little annoyed and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
"What are you going home for? Are you going to see you and Ji Jiaojiao being affectionate?"
Fu Ciyan frowned:
"What are you talking about? Jiaojiao is just staying here temporarily. She's my sister. Why can't I get along well with her?"
Get along well?
Wen Nanxi laughed sarcastically:
"Fu Ciyan, I'm not that magnanimous. She's your sister, not mine. I just don't like her. Unless you divorce me, then I definitely won't care."
Fu Ciyan's expression darkened instantly:
"You don't have anything else to say besides divorce?"
Wen Nanxi is indifferent and distant:
"What does Mr. Fu want to hear from me?"
Fu Ci Yan clenched and unclenched his fists, looking at the woman in front of him with her head lowered, and the feeling of not knowing where to start rose again.
"You are still Mrs. Fu, so you'd better be careful. I don't want any bad rumors to spread."
"Are you warning me?"
Wen Nanxi curled the corners of his mouth:
"Don't worry, no one in the entire company knows that I am Mrs. Fu. My reputation will not affect you."
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