Chapter 257 The clothes given to him were given to the old white-faced man in the blink of an eye?
The design team members left the meeting room one after another. Nan Weiwei was about to stand up when Shen Yan said to her, "Why don't you also release a design, as a limited edition for this year?"
"Mmm," she replied.
"Can it be done within a month?" he asked again.
"No problem." Nan Weiwei said, then stood up and left the conference room decisively without saying another word to him.
As Shen Yan watched her departing figure, he felt a strange sense of loss and emptiness.
He returned to his office, picked up the landline, and dialed her office number. Not long after, Nan Weiwei had no choice but to go to his office.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Shen?" she asked in a formulaic tone as she stood in front of the desk.
"When are you going to buy me the clothes?" Shen Yan asked, looking at her.
"Didn't you buy anything last night?" she asked, frowning.
He stood up from his chair, walked up to her, stared intently at her, and asked coldly, "You're not here, what am I supposed to buy?"
Why is he standing so close? His breath is practically on her face. Nan Wei took two steps back with a cold expression. "Then please have Mr. Shen choose for himself. I'll transfer the money to you."
"Is your compensation so insincere?" Shen Yan took two more steps closer to her and asked, looking at her.
Nan Weiwei took another step back, behind which was the desk. He then took another step closer, staring at her with sharp eyes, as if trying to see through her soul.
"Please be mindful of your distance, Mr. Shen, and keep your distance from your employees," she warned, placing one hand on his chest, her tone slightly angry.
“I feel like I know you… Have we met before?” he asked.
"Chen, you're overthinking it. This is my first time in S City, I've definitely never seen you before." Nan Weiwei's heart pounded as she heard his words. He actually had this feeling?
I'm very worried that he'll find out my identity. What if he grabs me and beats me up again? Or will he try to kill me to silence me and eliminate me completely?
Recalling the scene of being brutally kicked and beaten by the Shen family six years ago, a flicker of fear and a deep hatred flashed in her lowered eyes—
This man is too ruthless.
She will never forgive him.
First time in S City? Shen Yan suddenly laughed. She was clearly from this city, yet she lied to him? Why was this woman lying to him?
He didn't want to alert the enemy; he waited for the bodyguards to investigate thoroughly before making any moves.
"Come with me to buy clothes after get off work this afternoon, that's settled then," he said in a deep voice.
“I already went with you last night. You were too picky. Please, Mr. Shen, choose for yourself.” Nan Wei suppressed her annoyance and looked up at him.
"Are you the boss, or am I the boss?" Shen Yan exuded the powerful aura of a superior, looking down at her and asking in return.
Nan Weiwei was enveloped by his powerful aura, and she gritted her teeth secretly, feeling a sense of powerlessness, like someone who had to bow their head under someone else's roof.
"Go out and get to work. Wait for me downstairs after get off work." After giving the order, he returned to his large, comfortable executive chair, crossed his long legs, and looked at her.
Nan Wei withdrew her cold gaze, turned around and left his office. Whatever he said, went ahead.
She wouldn't listen to him!
Oh right, didn't my son say he'd buy it for him? Let him handle it!
Before leaving get off work at noon.
When she saw that Xia Shuqing hadn't invited her to dinner, she paused for a moment and then sent him a message asking if he wanted to be her dinner buddy.
After a while, he replied to the message, saying he would meet downstairs.
Nan Weiwei packed her things and left the company early to avoid being overcrowded. After going downstairs, she went straight to Chen Yan's car.
He knocked on the driver's side window, and the bodyguard inside immediately opened the door and got out, asking in a fairly polite tone:
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
“I took the clothes out of the car, those two bags from yesterday,” she said.
"Did Young Master Shen send her to pick them up?" The bodyguard nodded, opened the trunk, and handed her the two bags.
Nan Weiwei took the clothes and left. After waiting outside for a few minutes, a large group of workers in business attire poured out of the building.
She saw Xia Shuqing walking in the crowd, raised her hand and waved to him. Xia Shuqing also saw her and walked over.
"What do you want to eat for lunch?" She actually invited me to lunch. She must be new to the company and doesn't have any friends yet.
“Anything is fine,” Nan Weiwei said, handing over two bags. “This is for you, as a thank you for being my first friend in China.”
Xia Shuqing looked at the Armani shopping bag and the clothes inside with astonishment. Clothes from this brand often cost tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan; they are really expensive.
He pushed it away, politely declining, "This is too expensive, I can't accept it. Actually, I should thank you. Xiaoyan teaches my daughter English, and I haven't even given him a gift yet..."
"I've already bought it, so just accept it. Xiaoyan is also very happy to have made new friends in China so quickly." As she spoke, she stuffed the bag of clothes into his hand.
This man is so dense, can't he see that I'm trying to please him?
He's quite serious.
Xia Shuqing scratched her head awkwardly, then could only say, "Okay, thanks then. By the way, what do you like?"
His most expensive clothes cost around 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and most of them cost a few thousand yuan. He really couldn't bear to buy clothes that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan.
"If you have time, you should have more meals with me. It's really awkward for me to eat alone," Nan Weiwei said, taking the opportunity to suggest that she didn't lack gifts or money.
"Of course, no problem. Now, get in my car." He led her to his car.
Not far away, Shen Yan, standing in the crowd, watched as she gave the clothes she had bought for herself to that man, her hand sore from crushing her phone!
Didn't she say she wanted to wear it herself?
In the blink of an eye, he took it and gave it to that old white-faced guy?
Xia Shuqing is a few months older than him, divorced, and has a daughter who is burdened with a child. How could she be so insecure?
Shen Yan got into his car, his face as black as coal, and angrily asked the bodyguard in front, "Who gave you permission to give the clothes to that woman?"
The bodyguard's lips twitched slightly as he stammered, "I... I thought you, Young Master Shen, had agreed..."
He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke, and said, "Follow their car."
"...Yes." Luckily, he had just seen which direction the Audi was heading and quickly followed it in his car.
Inside a Sichuan Chinese restaurant.
Nan Weiwei, like her sister, loves spicy food, which is why she came here with this man.
The two had just sat down and ordered their food when she suddenly saw a familiar face walking towards them—she frowned, wondering why he was here too.
She remembered that the man didn't seem to like spicy food.
Xia Shuqing followed her gaze and turned around. Seeing that President Chen had arrived, and considering he was her boss and would eventually inherit Ruifeng, she stood up to greet him.
"Why is President Shen eating here too?"
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