Chapter 2 Her boss...
"You get off first."
After the Rolls-Royce stopped, Xu Youjing urged the people beside him.
"ah?"
Xi Guan hadn't reacted yet, but he didn't know what to say since Xu Youjing had spoken. After opening the door and getting out of the car, he felt something was wrong when he stood by the car. He turned around and saw the man grabbing his coat, taking a step with his long legs, and walking quickly towards the center of the crowd.
...
The tinnitus, the blinding glare, and the nausea that went straight to her stomach made Wen Huai's head dazed for a moment. She felt like she was covered in mud and her eyes were stinging.
Chen Rongrong said with tears in her eyes, "Sister Wen, you are such a kind person."
Wen Huai frowned and pulled her hand away.
Chen Rongrong wanted to say something, but then she thought of what had just happened and tactfully shut her mouth.
Although the temperature was high on summer nights, there was a constant breeze at the intersection. She was already wearing thin clothes, and the paint soaked her shirt, which stuck to her back, exposing her slim figure to the onlookers.
She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelashes trembled slightly when the liquid dripping from her forehead hit her. The stinging sensation made her close them immediately. She raised her hand to wipe it away, but it wiped away the sticky liquid, making her eyes feel even more uncomfortable.
In the confusion, she had no one to rely on and was isolated and helpless.
Just as I was about to rub my eyes, my arm suddenly sank, and then my shoulder seemed to be wrapped by something, and a slightly cool feeling touched my skin.
She heard a voice that was so cold that it had sunk to the bottom of the valley, and it sounded intimidating without being angry.
"Deliberate provocation, what do you think this place is?"
It was so resounding that it invisibly oppressed the people around who were watching the show.
Wen Huai's confused mind finally regained clarity. She guessed who the person in front of her was. Shocked, she instinctively wanted to look at his face, but was silenced by a low voice while struggling.
"It's me."
He thought she was trying to break free.
"......I know."
How could she not recognize it was him?
His tone was as gentle as ever, but the ending chord trembled.
The fierce look in Xu Youjing's eyes faded a little. He turned his head and finally saw Wen Huai clearly.
Her palm-sized face was covered in red paint, leaving barely a single spot of clean skin. The tips of her hair, neck, and skirt were still dripping with half-frozen red. In my memory, those smiling eyes were tightly closed, and the red paint, climbing freely against her snow-white skin, now looked so hideous and terrifying.
Feeling that his gaze seemed to still stay on him, Wen Huai's limbs stiffened and he really didn't move, allowing the man to hold his forearm.
The place where they meet is getting hot.
"Deal with it."
Something soft was stuffed into the palm of my hand.
It's his handkerchief.
The man had already looked away. Wen Huai thanked him and wiped the stickiness from his eyes with a handkerchief.
The refreshing fragrance weakened the pungent smell, and she couldn't put her finger on it for a moment. It was like bamboo shoots after rain, or like melted snow from a snowy mountain, spotless and repellent.
Fortunately, the paint was splashed from behind, and she closed her eyes in time, so apart from a little stinging in her eyes, she was fine. She recognized the brand of the exquisite gray handkerchief, which was worth three months' salary.
Her five fingers gathered the softness in her palm, and her heartbeat quickened.
When he tilted his head, he could barely see the black shirt, and the button of the same color already showed the owner's coldness.
She bravely looked up and saw that the first button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and she could see his protruding Adam's apple.
Cold and abstinent.
Further up, the smooth lines deepen and sharpen.
He pursed his lips slightly, extremely impatient.
When the woman saw Xu Youjing wearing all branded clothes, she knew that he was a man of high status, especially the watch on his wrist which cost seven figures, which was not something she could afford.
Although she wasn't arrogant, her voice was much lower than before, as she was suppressed by his aura. "I told you to stop meddling in other people's business. My arrest of the mistress has nothing to do with you. Go wherever you want!"
"Mr. Xu, I'll handle it." A strange voice interrupted, and Wen Huai recognized it as Xu Youjing's assistant.
The man hummed a low "hmm", held Wen Huai's arm again, and took her away from the crowd.
"Mr. Xu...Mr. Xu, I..." Wen Huai looked back at Chen Rongrong but couldn't find her.
"Is it related to you?"
The inexplicable irritation and impatience made her look back.
Wen Huai stumbled at his tone, then understood what he meant. He lowered his voice a bit, "No."
A cold sneer passed by her ears, as if mocking her arrogance.
Wen Huai's face flushed, and the hot arm he was holding immediately cooled down a little.
"The trophy for being a hero is getting splashed with paint."
“…”
The incident had just happened suddenly. She had wanted to pull Chen Rongrong away, but she was used as a shield instead. Now thinking back, what would she have done if the thermos hadn't contained paint?
She really didn't think this through before doing it.
She lowered her head to look at the stains on her shoes.
I wonder if this pair of nude lambskin high heels can still be painted out.
The sound of wind in my ears gradually died down, and the wind from the passing vehicles blew away the paint-stained hair.
The loose hair sticks to the neck and the paint is smudged.
Xu Youjing noticed that the woman next to him, who was barely as tall as his shoulders, had her head lowered, and her long and thick eyelashes were still covered with residual paint, like a child who had done something wrong.
He knew in his heart that she was not wrong about what happened today.
In his field of vision, the hair stuck on the slender and flawless swan neck was so annoying. After looking away for a few seconds, he sighed, and finally raised his hand to hook the hair and take it away.
It’s much better now.
The leaves rustled, and mottled shadows swayed above their heads, shielding them from some of the heat.
Wen Huai felt the temperature flash across his neck quickly. Without saying a word, he bit his lower lip and quickly followed the person next to him.
The driver had already opened the door. Wen Huai was concerned about the paint behind him, but when the words were about to come to his lips, he heard his unyielding tone.
"Get in the car."
“…”
It was only after getting in the car that Wen Huai noticed that Xu Youjing's suit jacket was still draped over her shoulders. The exaggerated gemstone brooch on her left chest reflected the golden light of the setting sun, making her eyelashes tremble. She subconsciously wanted to take it off, but when she saw the sudden red color of the collar, she stopped herself.
It's Brioni.
She's already dirty.
Exhaling, Wen Huai also smelled the perfume in the car.
It's light, not greasy, and has a very gentle and refreshing fragrance.
Same scent as the handkerchief.
As far as the eye can see, the interior of the car is simple and dust-free, with no other decorations except for the exquisite bottle of perfume.
Because of his upbringing, Wen Huai stopped looking around and focused his gaze back on his knees.
"Still living in the family housing complex?"
Xu Youjing got on the car on the right side and looked over.
The family building is my father's house.
When her father became seriously ill, he did not go to the hospital but returned home. To make it easier for him to take care of her, Wen Huai did not return to her own house but temporarily lived in the family building. Xu Youjing visited her once and thought she lived there.
After his father passed away, Wen Huai was reminded of him by the things he had left behind, so he moved back to his own house.
She said: "No, I live in Mingwan Community."
Xu Youjing didn't say anything. Wen Huai thought it was not on his way, so he explained: "Please drop me off on the roadside and I'll take a taxi back. It won't be hard for you."
"Are you sure you want to take a taxi like this?" He glanced at her wet skirt, and remembering his previous tone, he slowed down his tone and said, "Let's go to my apartment first. You can't attend grandma's birthday party if you have a cold."
"I......"
Xu Youjing said calmly, "Are you still going to refuse?"
Wen Huai swallowed his words and said, "Thank you."
The latter didn't care and said calmly: "You're welcome."
The car fell into silence, with only a few horns flashing through the strange atmosphere.
In less than fifteen minutes, the car turned into the intersection, and Wen Huai saw three big characters on the spacious and bright stone tablet - Xuejiang Pavilion.
This affluent neighborhood, nestled along the bustling central axis of North City, is the only apartment in the city offering panoramic views of both the surging Beijiang River and downtown. In winter, the scenery is even more stunning when the sky and earth blend into a single, snowy landscape, hence the name.
It is also the dream house where she always likes to stop when she passes by after get off work.
She knew that she could never afford it with her salary.
Just like the Xu family, it was a luxury she dared not hope for.
The car drove into the underground garage, and a private butler was waiting to serve at any time. Wen Huai opened the car door and followed behind Xu Youjing.
"Please buy this lady a suitable dress and send it to her." He instructed his butler.
The butler said respectfully, "Okay, what's the lady's size?"
To Xu Youjing, the meaning was obvious.
After the previous two communications, Wen Huai did not refuse this time. He told her his size and added a thank you.
The private butler responded politely and pressed the corresponding floor button before leaving.
The person in front of him didn't move. Wen Huai looked away when he saw the incoming call on his phone screen and heard him say, "You go up first, I'll take a call."
The driver had already made a gesture of invitation: "Madam, this way, please."
The unfamiliar name made Wen Huai pause. Seeing that Xu Youjing, who had already gone to the other side to answer the phone, had no reaction, she raised her foot again and said thank you.
The driver had a gentle smile on his face: "You're welcome, ma'am."
The elevator reached the fiftieth floor. The driver opened the door and stepped aside, signaling that they would deliver it there. The luxury goods package delivered by the personal butler lay quietly in the entrance hallway, containing a change of clothes in her size.
After seeing so many luxury items beyond her purchasing range in one day, Wen Huai felt that her salary balance was rapidly running out.
She didn't touch the clothes in the gift bag, and didn't even have time to pay attention to the decoration of the house. After finding the bathroom, she cleaned the paint on her body and hair.
She had already wiped away any exposed skin with water, but she hadn't wiped away any that had seeped into her clothes. The paint in her hair had dried, too. She hadn't planned on showering at Xu Youjing's house. After roughly tidying herself up, she unlocked the bathroom door, clutching the suit jacket.
On the first floor of the huge flat, bright and spacious floor-to-ceiling windows stretched east and west. Sitting on the sofa in the middle of the large living room decorated in simple white, Xu Youjing saw Wen Huai, who was still wearing dirty clothes, and nodded with his toes while crossing his legs, with an ambiguous meaning.
Wen Huai was a little stiff when he was looked at so directly, but fortunately he spoke calmly without any restraint: "Thank you, I will wash the handkerchief and suit and send them over. If you add the clothes for the entrance hall, I can't afford it."
Without saying yes or no, just as Wen Huai was praying in his heart, the person on the sofa just said, "I'll take you home."
Without giving Wen Huai a chance to refuse, he stood up and left.
Seeing the sleek Rolls-Royce again, Wen Huai first remembered the conspicuous serial number plates. The dark, luxurious, restrained color of the car, its invisible aura and oppression, reminded her of Xu Youjing.
After getting in the car, we were silent all the way.
Her house was also perfectly situated for commuting, a 40-minute drive that was very convenient for working professionals. However, the usual short commute from work seemed infinitely prolonged inside the Rolls-Royce, and Wen Huai suddenly sighed.
Vaguely noticing the different color of the car's interior, she realized it wasn't the same car she'd just been in. She offered, "Mr. Xu, I can pay for the cleaning of the car that was just soiled."
The man beside him looked out the window without moving, and only said "hmm".
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Wen Huai was still thinking about his birthday, so he asked, "Is grandma's birthday next week?"
His gaze, which had been fixed on the window, shifted to the neatly-dressed woman's face.
After cleaning, her face looked even more pure. She sat upright, her clothes disheveled, but her temperament was outstanding, unable to conceal her elegance. The strands of hair on her forehead were still a little damp, hanging down on both sides, reminding Xu Youjing of the strand of hair dyed red.
With a twist of his fingertips, his eyes narrowed.
I have learned from those people who pretend to be ignorant even though they know the truth.
Wen Huai felt guilty when he saw those cold and scrutinizing eyes. Thinking of the phone call in the morning, he lowered his eyes.
He called her: "Wen Huai."
"Um?"
Without answering her question, Xu Youjing said something else: "The chairman of Peak Group has been hospitalized for a week. Mr. Sui is not attending to government affairs. The board of directors has decided to airdrop me to the group the day after tomorrow to take on the position of president. The official announcement will be sent to everyone's email at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning."
Wen Huai was stunned for a moment, but after digesting the news, he didn't feel anything unusual.
She knew clearly that Dian Dian Group was affiliated with Xu's family. Now that there was a deadlock within the company, it was reasonable for the management to adjust.
But no one expected that Xu Youjing, the head of the Xu family, would be sent to take the position personally.
Doesn’t that mean her boss... is Xu Youjing?
Before she could react, she clearly heard the person beside her ask meaningfully:
"I don't know. I arranged for my secretary to go on a business trip next week?"
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