Chapter 5 You have no background, you can't afford to offend
Fu Ciyan looked at Wen Nanxi indifferently:
"What's going on?"
Ji Jiaojiao bit her lips, her eyes reddened:
"I fell down because of my own carelessness. It has nothing to do with Sister Nanxi. Brother Yan, please let me go."
As she spoke, she was about to take off Fu Ci Yan's coat. She was already wearing thin clothes, and now she could clearly see the color and shape of her underwear.
Fu Ci Yan put his hands on her shoulders and looked at Wen Nanxi with deep eyes, seeming to reveal some dissatisfaction.
Wen Nanxi felt very upset.
"I just handed her the documents, I didn't push her."
"Wen Nanxi, that's enough."
Fu Ci Yan protected Ji Jiaojiao, and it looked like he was hugging Ji Jiaojiao's shoulders. There was a hint of resentment in his eyes when he looked at Wen Nanxi, and his aura made Wen Nanxi breathless.
Wen Nanxi's fingertips curled up at her sides, her heart inevitably ached, her nose felt sore, and her nails dug deep into her palms.
She didn't say anything else because she knew Fu Ci Yan would not believe her. He would always be unconditionally partial to Ji Jiaojiao, no matter what the truth was.
Lisa, who had just finished a meeting, saw this scene and screamed like a groundhog in her heart. She quickly came up to smooth things over:
"How could you be so careless? Jiaojiao's clothes are all wet. Go change quickly. Nanxi, come with me. The client has new requirements."
Fu Ci Yan glanced at Wen Nanxi and protected Ji Jiaojiao as they left.
The moment he turned around, Wen Nanxi saw Ji Jiaojiao's provocative eyes, and he felt so depressed and uncomfortable that he followed Lisa into the meeting room in silence.
Lisa noticed that something was wrong with Wen Nanxi, so she poured her a glass of water and placed it in front of her.
"How did you get into trouble with Ji Jiaojiao? Do you know who she is? She's Mr. Fu's person! She was sent here personally today. You don't have any background, so you can't afford to offend her."
Mr. Fu’s people?
Wen Nanxi felt a little dazed.
"I didn't push her, Sister Lisa."
Lisa rubbed her brows and leaned back in her chair:
"I believe you. I've been with you for three years. I know exactly what kind of person you are. I'm just wondering why she would frame you for no reason."
How could someone who has been in the workplace for many years not see through such tricks?
Wen Nanxi knew the reason, but she couldn't say it, so she didn't continue the topic, but asked doubtfully:
"You said Ji Jiaojiao is Fu Ciyan's fiancée?"
Lisa nodded. "Yes, this is our future boss lady. We have to treat her with respect. Otherwise, we won't know how we'll lose our job. I don't think she's a generous person."
Wen Nanxi held the cup, and the scorching temperature passed through the wall of the cup to her hands, burning her palms and making them hurt, but she seemed not to notice.
A feeling of boredom rose in her.
They are already his fiancée, so why should Fang Jinying put pressure on her and not allow her to divorce?
You know, the marital status of the presidents of listed companies is always noted. Isn't he afraid that Ji Jiaojiao will be accused of being a mistress?
Wen Nanxi felt like she was completely cuckolded and a little sick. No one wants to be cuckolded.
"I understand, Sister Lisa. I'll get back to work first."
…
Ji Jiaojiao was protected by Fu Ci Yan as she walked out. Her coat was still stained with Fu Ci Yan's scent, which made her blush and her heart beat faster.
She has loved the man beside her for six years.
She came to the Fu family in her first year of junior high school. Fu Ci Yan raised her personally. The girl's heart began to stir, and the seed of secret love took root and sprouted.
On the day she turned eighteen, she no longer hid her feelings and expressed her love openly.
But Fu Ci Yan rejected her. She really thought that Fu Ci Yan didn't like her. Under the pressure of Fu Jingyao's parents, she went abroad heartbroken.
But unexpectedly, as soon as she left the country, Fu Ci Yan made a public statement saying that he loved her deeply.
Even after going abroad, he often came to see her and accompany her.
He did not refuse any of her requests and accompanied her in dancing and having candlelight dinner.
If she had known this, she would never have gone abroad.
Otherwise, both of their children would be able to walk by now.
She glanced at Fu Ci Yan shyly, but found that he had been keeping a distance from her. She couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied. She cried out, pretended to stagger, and moved closer to Fu Ci Yan.
"Be careful."
Fu Ci Yan held Ji Jiaojiao's shoulders, but did not let her get close to his body.
Ji Jiaojiao curled her lips and complained:
"I don't know how I offended Wen Nanxi. She targeted me like this. It hurt so much."
Fu Ciyan's eyes became deep and his voice became much lower:
"Jiaojiao, don't play tricks."
Ji Jiaojiao frowned slightly:
"I just don't like her, Brother Yan, please fire her."
Fu Ciyan stopped and said, "She is your sister-in-law. I have something else to do. You can change your clothes by yourself."
Ji Jiaojiao stood there in a daze, feeling a chill on her back.
Fu Ci Yan cares so much about Wen Nanxi?
He obviously loves himself.
Looking at Fu Ciyan's back, Ji Jiaojiao clenched her fists, with only resentment in her eyes...
…
Fu Ci Yan did not return to the president's office, but went to the human resources department of Aurora Customization and approved a week's leave for Wen Nanxi.
Thinking of Wen Nanxi's pale and bloodless face just now, he couldn't help but frown.
I don't know what I did to make him so weak.
Wen Nanxi was still a little confused when he received the call from the Human Resources Department.
Who gave her sick leave?
It can’t be Fu Ci Yan, right?
Lisa sorted out the documents and asked her to take them home. She could go home and rest, but she couldn't stop working. Looking at Wen Nanxi's pale lips, she sighed:
"Go home and hide out for now. If Ji Jiaojiao still targets you, I'll transfer you to the second department."
Wen Nanxi finally figured out the relationship between them.
She was an eyesore to Ji Jiaojiao, and Fu Ci Yan was helping Ji Jiaojiao vent her anger.
This time she was given a vacation, next time she will probably be fired.
So what did she do wrong?
Is not being loved a sin?
Back at Fenglinyuan Villa, Wen Nanxi looked at the design draft in front of him, feeling his brain was so tired that it couldn't work anymore, so he just sat there until evening.
The door opened and Fu Ci Yan came off work.
She didn't move, using silence to resist the injustice.
"You don't want to starve yourself to death by not eating?"
There was sarcasm in his voice. Wen Nanxi paused and walked to the dining table.
The table was filled with hot dishes. She and Fu Ci Yan sat at the two ends of the table, as if separated by a Milky Way.
"Why don't you agree to a divorce?"
Some things are better said openly.
Fu Ciyan's attitude suddenly became a little bad:
"Hasn't anyone taught you dining etiquette?"
Wen Nanxi was holding his breath.
"After dinner, let's talk."
Fu Ci Yan just glanced at her lightly.
Mrs. Yu brought the last dish to the table and wiped her hands:
"Sir, today's fish is very fresh, please try it."
Wen Nanxi ate the bowl of loofah and meatball soup in front of her in silence, and picked out the coriander in the soup with a hint of disgust.
Fu Ciyan noticed her little movement, paused his chopsticks, and looked at Sister Yu:
"Sister Yu, don't put cilantro next time."
Yu Sao smiled flatteringly:
"Sir, I remember you like coriander, and Miss Jiaojiao likes it too."
All the dishes on her table were prepared according to Fu Ci Yan's taste. As for what Wen Nanxi liked to eat, that was not important.
Miss Jiaojiao has returned, and this woman will be driven away soon.
Fu Ciyan said with deep meaning in his eyes:
"If you want to change jobs, just say so."
Mrs. Yu was so frightened that she shuddered and apologized quickly.
The meatballs fell into the bowl, splashing soup, and Wen Nanxi frowned.
Is Fu Ci Yan speaking for her?
Probably not, maybe the taste has changed.
He was venting his anger for Ji Jiaojiao at the company today, so how could he possibly speak for himself?
Mrs. Yu left in embarrassment, and Wen Nanxi remained silent. For a moment, the only sound in the air was the clattering of dishes and chopsticks.
Seeing Fu Ciyan put down his bowl and chopsticks, Wen Nanxi spoke:
"Tomorrow is a good day, let's go and get the divorce papers done."
Fu Ciyan raised his eyes lazily: "What day?"
"It's my birthday."
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