Chapter Twenty: The Miss Who Delivered the Soup
"Huh? Go to your company? That means..."
Does that mean everyone will know about our relationship...?
I don't want to go...
They haven't even gone on a date yet, and they're already using the college students around them who are working for free. They really know how to utilize social resources.
Song Nian'an glanced at his expression unintentionally and felt that her little secret was completely exposed in front of him.
"Hmm?" Wen Jing looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Come to my office and keep me company, okay?"
Song Nian'an rubbed her eyes guiltily and nodded.
Sure enough, this man wanted the college student to do hard labor.
However, being able to go to work together every day and watch such a handsome man work in the office... isn't that a wonderful thing?
Wen Jing looked at Song Nian'an, the dim light reflecting in his eyes, making them flicker with affection.
After tidying up Song Nian'an's blankets and feeding her the medicine, he closed the door and left.
Song Nian'an played on the computer at home for two days. She had never played games so recklessly, neither before nor after transmigrating into the book.
Fans in his live stream leave comments on his homepage every day, with the most popular pairing being between Blank Brother and Anian.
Should he tell his fans that he is already married?
Just as he was hesitating, his phone suddenly rang, and the ringtone lasted for a while.
"Why aren't you answering?" Wen Jing's figure appeared behind him.
Song Nian'an said curtly, "I don't want to answer."
He glanced at the phone Song Nian'an was holding; it displayed Song Changran's name.
A few seconds later, the bell rang again.
Song Nian'an sighed; if she didn't answer, the calls would go on and on. "Hello?"
"An'an, how have things been going with President Wen lately? Be nice to him, and whatever you do, don't make him angry, you hear me?"
"Is there anything else?" Song Nian'an asked coldly.
"Dad wants to tell you, your younger brother is looking for an internship. Do you think it would be convenient for you to talk to President Wen and ask Song Zheng to..."
"inconvenient."
"Song Nian'an, what kind of attitude and tone are you using when you talk to your father? That's your brother! You've climbed up the social ladder and now you don't care about the old times anymore?" Song Changran on the other end of the phone angrily smashed the glass in his hand.
Song Nian'an hung up the phone, turned it off, and threw it on the table.
Hmph, so you think I'm just a stepping stone for your family to curry favor with others? Dream on, you ungrateful wretches.
Thinking about these people made Song Nian'an's heart bleed with hatred. They completely disregarded his deceased mother and now dared to make demands of him. They didn't know their own worth and were just acting like fools.
Wen Jing remained silent for a while, and only after Song Nian'an had stopped cursing him did he go over and hug him.
At twenty-one, he had experienced his share of hardships; Song Changran's family must have bullied him quite a bit. In everyone else's eyes, Song Nian'an was just a cowardly, timid, and incompetent person, but only Wen Jing knew that he was different.
"No one can bully you anymore, it's okay." Wen Jing thought Song Nian'an was upset about the phone call earlier, so he patted his head and comforted him.
Huh? Who bullied me? I'll play a couple more rounds of Valorant tomorrow morning, I didn't get enough fun today!
...
The next morning, Wen Jing took Song Nian'an, who was wrapped in a blanket and unwilling to get out of bed, to the company.
The Wen Chuang office building is located in the city's Fifth Ring Road. As soon as Song Nian'an arrived at the Wen Chuang office building, he was surrounded by an invisible sense of oppression.
He really didn't expect that the office building would be so competitive on a holiday morning. No wonder Wen Jing wanted to come to work with him. There was definitely a shortage of manpower!
The employees in the lobby were all running instead of walking normally. When they saw Wen Jing, they would stop and greet him politely. For a moment, Song Nian'an regretted coming to the company.
But we've already been captured, how can we sneak out?
"What are you thinking about?" Wen Jing lowered his head and whispered in his ear.
What could I possibly be thinking? That you, the boss, are inhuman and exploit your employees?
Wen Jing smiled without showing his teeth.
"Did you see that, Mr. Wen seems to be in a good mood today?"
"Yes, yes, is that person next to him his relative? She looks so small and cute."
Obviously, every company has some gossipy female employees who talk behind your back.
They took the direct elevator to the president's office, which could only be unlocked with Wen Jing's fingerprint.
There are no colors piled up on the entire elevator; only the colors we encounter most often in our daily lives are transparent.
The view outside the semi-circular transparent elevator glass blurred into colors and lines, dancing dynamically in front of you.
Song Nian'an leaned on the railing, watching the buildings flash by below with excited, wide eyes.
After bringing Song Nian'an to his office, Wen Jing prepared to attend the morning meeting.
Shortly after, Song Nian'an received a WeChat message from Wen Jing.
My dearest husband: Could you please go to the tenth floor and retrieve the meeting minutes for me?
Song Nian'an: ? ?
Do you really think I'm free labor?
My dearest husband: The secretary hasn't arrived yet.
Although Song Nian'an was internally complaining, she still obediently went to get the documents for her little husband.
After retrieving the documents, he realized that he couldn't get into the shabby elevator without his fingerprint, so he had no choice but to take the regular employee elevator.
Song Nian'an waited for two elevators before she could barely squeeze in.
When the employees around him saw him downstairs on the 18th floor, one of them even came up to ask, "Are you the new secretary?"
Song Nian'an had no choice but to nod in agreement.
He carried the documents toward his office, opened the door, and heard a familiar voice.
"I'm here to bring something for Brother Wen. This is a soup that Grandma asked me to bring to Brother Wen to help him recover. Grandma heard that Brother Wen was working overtime today, so she got up early this morning to make it."
The man said respectfully, "Mr. Wen should be in a morning meeting right now. Why don't you leave it here for now, and I'll tell him you've been here when he gets back?"
"That won't do. I want to bring it to Brother Wen myself. I'll wait for him here."
Hmph, it's Li Wanru.
Song Nian'an stood at the door, seething with jealousy, repeatedly saying, "Brother Wen, you really think you're something special? Who do you think you are?"
He pushed open the door and entered, speaking to Li Wanru with the air of a host, "You leave it here, I'll give it to him for you."
Li Wanru took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over Song Nian'an before she smiled contemptuously: "I thought you'd retired from the business after taking my six million, but I didn't expect you to still be so persistent, clinging to Brother Wen."
The secretary noticed something was amiss and considered the implications.
The man carrying the documents came into the office by himself; he seemed to be a new employee delivering the documents.
The other one was a young lady who brought soup for Grandma Wen. Judging from her tone, could this young lady be an important person to Mr. Wen?
After figuring it out, the secretary stepped forward and scolded Nian'an: "After you finish delivering the documents, leave quickly and don't get in the way here."
Song Nian'an put down the documents in his hand and glared at the other man, who must be the secretary who was late and made him run errands.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he said to Li Wanru, "You'd better know your place."
When her identity was mentioned, Li Wanru became angry.
She has quietly followed Wen Jing for so many years, spending her free time chatting with Grandma Wen, showing great filial piety and thoughtfulness.
Wen Jing had never had a woman by her side, and just when she thought she had it in the bag, Song Nian'an suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
What makes Song Nian'an think he can let all his hard work over the years go to waste?
Li Wanru clenched her fingers tightly, her eyes filled with hatred, wishing she could tear Song Nian'an to pieces and feed her to the dogs.
She screamed, "You're just Wen Jing's toy!" She laughed louder and louder, pointing at Song Nian'an's nose and cursing, "Someone who got ahead by selling themselves, what do you think you are, clinging to Wen Jing's side like that?"
Song Nian'an was annoyed by her shrill scream, so he grabbed Li Wanru's index finger and twisted it backward.
"You keep talking about Wen Jing all day long, but has he ever even looked at you? Has he ever held your hand? Has he ever kissed you? Do you think you're Wen Jing's betrothed? You're living in a dream, wake up!"
Li Wanru completely lost control, punching and kicking.
Song Nian'an continued, "Oh, to put it more clearly, you know, Brother Wen clings to me every day. He won't walk without holding my hand, he won't be satisfied without kissing me and sticking out his tongue, and he breathes on my neck when we sleep at night without holding me."
His emotions reached their peak, and a hand rose in the air, about to deliver a slap.
"I..."
She had barely uttered a sound when a series of hurried footsteps sounded beside her.
Wen Jing kicked Li Wanru away, staring at her coldly, his gaze like frost, like an ice sculpture. He spat out a single word through gritted teeth, "Get out."
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