"But..." Yang Jinxuan wanted to say that he also had feelings for you.
"Brother Jinxuan, if you still consider me a friend, then don't say anything more." Yan Zimeng's eyes were slightly red. "Okay?" She interrupted him on purpose. She didn't want him to confess. Although she didn't like him, she didn't want to lose this backup option.
"Alright, then go back and get some rest." Yang Jinxuan could only nod.
Yan Zimeng turned and went into the villa.
Yang Jinxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and returned to his car to leave.
After Yan Zimeng went back and washed up, she originally wanted to sleep to adjust to the time difference, but she couldn't fall asleep at all and kept looking at her phone over and over.
In fact, since she decided to return to China to develop her career, many companies in the country have offered her opportunities. However, for Nangong Jue, she resolutely chose to come to Xiling City and sign a contract with Guanhai Pictures.
But even after she returned, Ah Jue didn't reply to a single message, something that had never happened before, so she panicked.
After a moment's hesitation, I dialed that familiar number again.
After ringing a few times, someone finally answered.
Nangong Jue had just finished a meeting, where he had vented his anger and nearly made the middle managers question their existence. As soon as he came out, his phone rang. Without even looking at it, he answered, "Nangong Jue, who is this?"
Yan Zimeng's eyes welled up with tears, and she didn't even know what to say.
"Speak." Nangong Jue felt a surge of anger and his tone was not good. "If you don't speak, I'm hanging up."
"Ah Jue." Yan Zimeng quickly composed herself. "It's Mengmeng. You finally answered the phone."
Nangong Jue paused for a moment, even taking out his phone to check the caller ID before putting it back to his ear: "When did you get back?" he asked as he walked into his office.
Yan Zimeng was slightly taken aback, her heart sinking to the bottom, but she didn't dare to get angry. Instead, she showed a hint of grievance: "Ajue, I sent you several messages, didn't you see them?"
Nangong Jue then realized that it was true: "I don't usually check messages."
Fang Ming, who followed behind: Has the boss learned to lie? He's been glued to his phone these past few days, scrolling through messages and his Moments... Oh well, let's just pretend he didn't hear him.
“It’s okay, A-Jue, but we haven’t seen each other for so long, I…” Yan Zimeng’s voice was excited.
“Now that you’re back, I’ll host a welcome dinner for you at the Earl’s Club tomorrow night,” Nangong Jue interrupted him.
"Okay." Yan Zimeng nodded hurriedly. "Are you coming to pick me up?" Although she didn't say "I like you" out loud, she was sure that if they met often, she would have a chance.
"I'll have Fang Ming pick you up."
Yan Zimeng felt a pang of disappointment, but still nodded happily, "Then I'll wait for you." Fang Ming was his personal assistant, and often represented A-Jue.
Nangong Jue hung up the phone, remained silent for a moment, then picked up his phone to make another call. Just then, an call came in. He glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button, and said, "Jin Xuan."
"A-Jue," Yang Jinxuan said in a less than friendly tone, "Mengmeng is back."
“I know,” Nangong Jue nodded.
"What are you thinking?" Yang Jinxuan sighed. "I could let it go before, but now that you're divorced, then..."
"My affairs are none of your business, are they?" Nangong Jue's eyes narrowed slightly.
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