Wen Zhaoye sat in his private office, frantically dealing with his work.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Without even looking up, he said, "Come in."
Song Yan pushed open the door, smiled gently, and said with a slightly charming expression:
"Boss, I've already finished testing the sample batch. Would you like to take a look?"
Wen Zhaoye paused in his signing, glanced at the stack of photos she handed him, and frowned slightly.
“Your job is just to hand over to Zhou Jinyan and Song Zhu. There’s no need to bother me with such a small matter. If I did everything myself, I could have fired them both.”
Song Yan sensed his intention to avoid suspicion and quickly said, "I just think there are a few things I'd like to mention to you in person, I feel..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye interrupted, "Wait, go find my wife. She also worked as a fitting room attendant."
She knows more about these things and considerations than I do. You can talk to her in the future; if there's anything you're unsure about, let her talk to me.
Song Yan's eyes reddened, and she pursed her crimson lips, saying, "Why? You wouldn't refuse to see me like this when you weren't home."
Wen Zhaoye was fairly familiar with her and knew she was always around him, but he didn't have any private interactions with her and only considered her a friend and someone she liked.
Now that they're engaged, fearing he might upset Wen Jiaojiao, he said impatiently, "The reason I didn't refuse to see you before was because Song Zhu was around. You always used seeing her as an excuse..."
Plus, Zhou Jin has taken a liking to you, but you refuse to have any private contact with him. He only talks to you a few words when you come to the office, so I can't very well send you away.
Song Yan was beautiful from a young age; she was the kind of woman every man who saw her couldn't help but feel attracted to.
She couldn't believe that after spending over a year in front of this man, he couldn't have shown him any interest whatsoever, and bluntly stated:
"I don't know why you suddenly got engaged, but are you sure that after knowing each other for so long, you don't have any feelings for me at all?"
Wen Zhaoye chuckled:
"I can tell at a glance whether I'm interested in a woman, and once I have that feeling, I can't help but get closer to her, without her having to do anything."
Besides, someone like you who's always around me, and I haven't said a single word to you, which means I'm really not interested in you.
Now that I'm engaged and about to get married, I naturally need to maintain a greater distance, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to my wife.
Song Yan's beautiful eyes were red with tears, and she said stubbornly:
"You've known her for so many years and never been together, and suddenly you've fallen for her in such a short time?"
Wen Zhaoye recalled the various times Wen Jiaojiao hugged and kissed him, and even forced herself on him. His ears turned red, and he smiled slightly.
"That's because my wife is smart; she can do everything to my liking."
Wen Jiaojiao, who had just reached the door, had a dark expression on her face:
Damn it, I wish I could share half of my inferiority complex with him. To this day, I still don't know what methods I used on him to make his condition so severe.
Song Yan bit her lip, unwilling to give up, and said:
"She doesn't have a good reputation, aren't you afraid it will affect you?"
Wen Zhaoye: "Whether she's good or bad, I know better than anyone else. Before you judge others, think about yourself first."
You are pretty, but you are not as pretty as my sister was two years ago, and you can't compare to her now.
Also, my dear sister has changed. Now she has a better personality and can keep her composure.
She can still laugh even when faced with misunderstandings, which shows that her magnanimity and mentality are beyond the reach of ordinary people. I can't even compare to her in this respect, and you are far behind.
Song Yan's voice was tinged with tears as she said:
"I understand, I'll go back now."
With a "bang," the door was opened, and Wen Jiaojiao was caught off guard, their eyes meeting.
She stood awkwardly at the door and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation."
Hearing her voice, Wen Zhaoye suddenly looked up. As Song Yan walked away dejectedly, he stepped forward and took Wen Jiaojiao's hand.
"Wife, have you missed me?"
Looking at his delighted expression, Wen Jiaojiao was speechless and said, "I just didn't bring a cup, so I wanted to come in and use your cup to have a drink of water."
Wen Zhaoye grabbed the thermos from the desk and handed it to her, saying, "And while you're at it, check on me, okay?"
"Huh?" Wen Jiaojiao paused in her drinking, then replied perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you're right."
Wen Zhaoye was overjoyed. Leaning against the office wall, he thought about what had just happened and, fearing she might overthink it, said:
"Wife, I have nothing to do with her. It's just that Zhou Jin is interested in her."
Their main request was that I keep her at the factory, hoping to develop a relationship with her in the future. Zhou Jin is a very good brother of mine; he's the one who asked, so I had no choice but to compromise before.
Wen Jiaojiao nodded perfunctorily:
"Um."
Looking at her expressionless face, Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly.
"Honey, are you angry? I really have nothing to do with her, and if I wanted to have something to do with her, I would have done it already."
It wouldn't have taken this long, but if you don't like her, I can transfer her to the men's clothing factory as an assistant or something.
Wen Jiaojiao blurted out:
"Please stop overthinking. I really don't care about your relationship, and I'm not that petty."
Wen Zhaoye's brows furrowed even more. Under his solemn and scrutinizing gaze, Wen Jiaojiao suddenly realized what was happening. Fearing that he would attack without a word, she quickly tried to salvage the situation:
"A man as good as you would never be greedy for what he has. Otherwise, would I have gone to such lengths to get you? So I'm not afraid of that at all."
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