Chapter 108 Wen Qingrang has been waiting for her
However, aside from the Fu family, everyone around her was telling her one thing through their actions and words—she was good, excellent, worthy of being loved, and worthy of being respected.
Jiang Ranxing might be like that; spending too much time with someone who constantly suppresses her emotions has silently and unknowingly changed her into someone who lacks self-confidence.
Only after he suddenly realized the truth and gradually became clear-headed did Jiang Ranxing slowly see these things clearly.
The people around her were subtly and gradually trying to mend and repair her broken heart.
Whether it was Teacher Zhou, Mia, Manager Shen, her studio colleagues, or Wen Qingrang and Ji Shiheng, whom she had only known for a short time, all of these people gave her a lot of strength through their words and actions.
After leaving Fu Shenyuan, she lived a more authentic, free, and comfortable life.
Now that she understands all of this, what reason does she have to say no to beautiful things?
The world cannot be established without destruction; birds welcome new life.
Jiang Ranxing gave a calm and relaxed smile and said to her colleagues in the studio, "Thank you all for your hard work and dedication. I will share half of the profits with everyone. Thank you all for your hard work!"
Jiang Ranxing bowed to everyone.
When everyone heard that Jiang Ranxing had actually given them half of his profits, they thought it was an incredible benefit.
Everyone cheered and shouted Ember's name.
Jiang Ranxing was also infected by everyone's emotions, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Later that evening, Jiang Ranxing ordered the hotel's delivery service and treated everyone to a lavish working meal before leaving the studio.
After all, she also had to go to work at Lingsu, so she couldn't stay in the studio for too long.
She has been feeling unwell lately, and even her period has become irregular.
I guess it's because I've been going through too much stress lately, and my body is sending out SOS signals.
So Jiang Ranxing drove away.
When Jiang Ranxing returned to his apartment in the city center, he encountered someone downstairs.
As Jiang Ranxing passed by the first floor of the apartment building, she saw a man sitting in the brightly lit lobby.
The man was tall and slender with a face as white as jade. He sat gracefully by the window reading a magazine, his movements elegant, like a still image of a classical oil painting.
The man seemed to notice Jiang Ranxing, so he looked up, smiled, and raised his arm, shaking it lightly twice: "Here."
Jiang Ranxing nodded and walked over in her high heels, her eyes following the man with a gentle smile.
Jiang Ranxing walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down, saying, "Mr. Wen, it's so late, what brings you here?"
Wen Qingrang smiled and said, "I wanted to come and see you. Your wound hasn't fully healed yet, and you're already going back to work. Is your body able to handle it?"
Jiang Ranxing subconsciously touched the back of his head. The gauze was hidden in his hair, and most people wouldn't be able to tell unless they looked closely.
"It's alright. If I listen to the doctor, it's actually okay as long as I don't do too much strenuous exercise," Jiang Ranxing replied.
Wen Qingrang nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
"I'm not worried if you're alright." Wen Qingrang put down the magazine and looked at her with a smile. "Have you had dinner yet?"
Jiang Ranxing nodded, then suddenly realized that Wen Qingrang might not have eaten yet if he had been sitting there the whole time.
"Mr. Wen, you're not going to be waiting for me here all this time, are you...?"
Although Jiang Ranxing felt that she might be being presumptuous by thinking this way, she still decided to ask anyway.
If Wen Qingrang really had been waiting for her without even having dinner, she should treat him to a meal.
Wen Qingrang smiled and nodded, teasingly saying, "If you hadn't come back, I really would have gone to Ling Su to ask Ji Shiheng for your return."
Jiang Ranxing was amused by him, so he stood up and said, "Okay, let's talk somewhere else, Mr. Wen. There's a pretty good Japanese restaurant nearby. It has a nice atmosphere and is quiet."
“Okay, I’ll listen to you.” Wen Qingrang stood up and the two of them walked over.
Night had fallen completely, but being in the bustling CBD, the atmosphere was just as lively as during the day, despite the difference in the sky.
Jiang Ranxing and Wen Qingrang were walking side by side along the slow path under the streetlights.
This leisurely stroll made Jiang Ranxing feel very comfortable, as did Wen Qingrang. The two chatted idly about unimportant topics.
It was as if the two of them were old friends.
The two people weren't paying attention to the roadside while they were talking. A clumsy young man was sending voice messages on his phone while riding his bicycle and didn't brake when he turned.
"Hey, you in front! Watch out!"
Jiang Ranxing was surprised to see the young man's bike about to ride towards him.
Wen Qingrang quickly put his arm around Jiang Ranxing's shoulder and shielded Jiang Ranxing with his body.
Fortunately, the young man eventually put down his phone and stopped the car, only slightly brushing against Wen Qingrang's trouser leg.
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital?"
The young man was also frightened; his voice sounded scared.
Wen Qingrang waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing: "Be more careful when riding your bike next time. You can go now."
The young man gave an apologetic smile, rode away on his bike, and dared not play on his phone again.
Jiang Ranxing's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Wen Qingrang with some anxiety.
"Mr. Wen, are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?"
Wen Qingrang smiled and shook his head, then realized that he was still holding Jiang Ranxing in the same position he had been in to protect her.
Wen Qingrang released his hand at the right moment, and Jiang Ranxing didn't say anything more.
Wen Qingrang said, "I'm fine, but what about you?"
Jiang Ranxing touched his head, paused, and then said, "I'm fine, I didn't hit my head."
"well……"
A sigh, tinged with helplessness yet carrying an almost imperceptible hint of indulgence, rang out.
Wen Qingrang pointed his finger towards the ground, and Jiang Ranxing's gaze followed.
"Your head is fine, but what about your feet?" Wen Qingrang said with a light laugh, "You're really not taking care of yourself."
Jiang Ranxing laughed awkwardly twice.
Following the line of sight, Jiang Ranxing noticed her feet.
In that split second of dodging, my high heels scraped my foot, leaving a long, bright red gash that was oozing blood.
Jiang Ranxing casually moved his feet to indicate that he was not seriously injured.
"This little wound is nothing, I'll just use a band-aid later."
Jiang Ranxing pointed to the sign of the Japanese restaurant in front of them and said, "Don't worry about that, we'll be there soon, let's go."
Jiang Ranxing walked ahead first, also to tell Wen Qingrang that this minor injury was really nothing.
Wen Qingrang watched her somewhat stubborn back from behind, smiled with his head down, tapped a few times on his phone, and then followed her.
At the restaurant, Wen Qingrang ordered several signature dishes and instructed the waiter on dietary restrictions, mostly considering whether Jiang Ranxing, as a patient who had not yet fully recovered, could eat them.
Wen Qingrang's thoughtfulness always makes people feel comfortable, like a gentle breeze.
When Jiang Ranxing was kneeling on the cushion, Wen Qingrang even thought of asking someone for a thin blanket.
After all, the skirt suit she was wearing today made it somewhat inconvenient to sit down.
Having such a thoughtful person by your side makes you feel much more comfortable.
The restaurant served the food very quickly; in no time, the table was filled with all sorts of fresh and appetizing dishes.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony," Wen Qingrang said.
Jiang Ranxing extended his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Wen, please make yourself at home."
Upon hearing this, Wen Qingrang picked up a piece of fresh salmon, but as soon as he did, he let his hand fall and put the salmon back on the plate.
Jiang Ranxing looked at the person opposite him with some doubt.
"We should be considered friends now, right?" Wen Qingrang asked.
“Yes, of course.” Jiang Ranxing nodded, agreeing with Wen Qingrang’s statement.
Wen Qingrang's lips softened, and then he said with a smile, "Then could you please stop addressing me so formally? I still feel like we're talking business."
Wen Qingrang gazed into Jiang Ranxing's eyes, which were clear as if they contained the glistening dew of dawn.
His clear, spring-like voice rang in Jiang Ranxing's ears.
"Why don't you try using a more affectionate way of addressing me?"
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