Chapter 582 I am here
"Yeah, I'm here." Ji Wan responded sullenly in his arms, patting his back gently with his hands, as if comforting a child who had suffered a great injustice.
"Don't go."
"No." Ji Wan answered without hesitation, his tone firm and unquestionable, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you."
Chi Wenyan didn't say anything else.
He just held her with all his strength.
The night outside the window is getting darker, and the lights inside the room are warm.
The two people who had been in a stalemate for a long time finally found a way to reconcile with each other and with themselves at this moment.
…
A few days later.
The atmosphere in the villa relaxed a lot.
Chi Wenyan no longer went out early and came back late like before, and Ji Wan smiled more often.
The ice wall between the two of them completely melted away, replaced by a carefully maintained warmth.
That afternoon, Ji Wan was looking at the design draft in the living room when the housekeeper walked in with a stack of letters and newspapers.
"Ma'am, today's mail."
"Put it here." Ji Wan didn't even raise his head.
The butler placed the things on the coffee table and quietly retreated.
Ji Wan flipped through the pages casually. Most of them were advertisements and bills. She was about to throw them aside when a red invitation with gold foil slid out.
Exquisite workmanship and luxurious design.
In the center, the word "chi" written in a flamboyant style stung her eyes.
Ji Wan paused.
She picked up the invitation, and when her fingertips touched the uneven handwriting, an indescribable disgust welled up in her heart.
She opened the invitation.
"To celebrate my father, Mr. Chi Ronghai's fiftieth birthday, we've prepared a small banquet. Please respectfully invite..."
Ji Wan couldn't read any of the words that followed.
Chi Ronghai.
Fiftieth birthday.
In her mind, Chi Wenyan’s red eyes that night and his words “It doesn’t matter” that suppressed endless pain flashed through her mind.
This man, this so-called father, still has the nerve to send an invitation to his son?
Did he want to show off his happy family now, or did he want to remind Chi Wenyan again that he was an abandoned loser?
A surge of anger shot up from the bottom of Ji Wan's heart to the top of his head!
She closed the invitation with a snap.
In her hand, the delicate red card became extremely hot and extremely annoying.
She took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart, but her eyes were frighteningly cold.
She looked up and called out to the housekeeper who was about to leave.
"Butler Wang."
The housekeeper immediately turned around and bowed respectfully: "Madam, what do you want?"
Ji Wan held the invitation in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
She looked at the housekeeper, her voice clear and cold, word by word.
"Please keep this invitation."
The butler was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and lowered his head and replied, "Yes."
Ji Wan's eyes swept over the invitation, his disgust and disdain clearly revealed.
She threw the invitation into the deepest part of the coffee table drawer, as if throwing away some garbage.
"From now on, anything sent by the Chi family."
“You don’t have to bring any of it in.”
"Also," she paused, raised her eyes, her gaze sharp as a knife, "Don't mention the invitation today to Mr., don't say a word."
The housekeeper was startled and immediately understood what Ji Wan meant.
This is to completely isolate Mr. Chi from the Chi family.
"Yes, ma'am." The housekeeper nodded heavily. "I understand."
Wens Group.
In the top-floor conference room, the air pressure was so low that you could squeeze water out of it.
All the executives were silent, even breathing lightly.
Sitting in the main seat, Chi Wenyan's face was frighteningly gloomy, and his slender fingers tapped on the table from time to time. The monotonous "thump thump" sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart again and again.
"Mr. Wen, this is last quarter's revenue report."
A department director gritted his teeth and handed over the document, his voice trembling noticeably.
"Compared to expectations, due to market fluctuations, revenue... generally decreased by 0.5 percent."
As soon as the words fell.
Chi Wenyan raised his eyelids, and there was no warmth in his dark eyes, only a biting coldness.
He didn't take the report, but just curled his lips coldly.
"One-half of one percent?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried a great sense of oppression.
"So, I'm spending a fortune to support your entire department, just to see you hand in this kind of rubbish report card with negative growth?"
"Premier Wen, it's mainly about the overall environment..."
"Shut up!"
Chi Wenyan suddenly swept the cup in front of him to the ground.
"Bang!"
The fine bone china cup was smashed to pieces.
Everyone in the conference room shuddered with fear.
"I don't want to hear any excuses!"
Chi Wenyan's eyes were like knives, scraping across everyone present.
"If you can't do it, get out! The Wen family doesn't keep useless people!"
The director was so frightened that his face turned pale. He stood there, not daring to even say a word to beg for mercy.
The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
Another project manager stood up tremblingly and presented his project plan with both hands.
"Mr. Wen, this is the plan for the new project. Please review it..."
Chi Wenyan snatched the project book, flipped through two pages at random, and then slammed it on the table.
Papers were scattered all over the floor.
"There's a data citation error on page three of the project document. There are three typos on page five."
His cold gaze was fixed on the person in charge.
"Did you come to work without a brain, or do you think I'm blind?"
"I'm sorry, President Wen, I..."
"Get out and redo it!" Chi Wenyan's voice was filled with annoyance. "If I see such a low-level mistake again, you and your team can go directly to the finance department to get your money and leave!"
Next, the CFO reports on his work.
"...Also, regarding the final payment of 30 million to Xinghui Group, they've said they're having trouble with cash flow and would appreciate a few more days of grace."
Upon hearing this, Chi Wenyan laughed out of anger.
The smile did not reach his eyes, but instead made his face look even colder.
"Grace?"
He repeated the word, dragging out the ending tone and full of sarcasm.
"We run a company, not a charity."
"Send them a lawyer's letter immediately!"
"Tell them, if the money doesn't arrive within three days, expect to receive a court summons!"
"Yes, yes!" The financial director was sweating profusely and nodded repeatedly.
After the meeting, the entire senior management team was scolded and fled the meeting room in disgrace as if they had been pardoned.
In the corridor, two executives huddled together, wiping their sweat with lingering fear.
"Oh my god, what's wrong with President Wen today? Is he angry?"
"This isn't just gunpowder, this is a nuclear bomb! If our revenue drops by 0.5%, we'll be skinned alive. We can't live like this!"
The other person lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.
"you do not know?"
"Know what?"
"Counting the days, the one from the Chi family...is almost turning 50."
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