Chapter 180 No, I'm already married.
Friday dinner party.
Warm yellow light shone on the mahogany table, and the private room was bustling with activity. Ming Jian stood up, holding a wine glass, and said with a smile, "The perfect conclusion to this case is all thanks to everyone working through the night. I'd like to propose a toast to everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement immediately rose from below, and everyone stood up.
Seeing this, Wen Jiu also picked up the wine in front of her. The man's gaze fell on her, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes smoothed out, and his eyes were filled with unyielding affection, mixed with a bit of appreciation.
"You did a good job this time."
Wen Jiu smiled politely.
The inspector was not pretentious; he said a few simple words and then gestured for everyone to eat.
As time went by, the group's conversation gradually shifted from the case to everyday life.
"You guys should try the fish here, it's their signature dish, it's incredibly delicious."
"I wanted to eat this fish last time I came, but it was sold out and I didn't get to eat it."
...
As they were talking, the waiter came over to serve the dishes. Just then, the door to the private room across the street was pushed open. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and stood up in unison when they saw the people inside.
"Chief Prosecutor."
When Ji Heng saw the people in the opposite private room, his expression showed a moment of surprise, but he quickly composed himself, maintaining a calm and solemn demeanor: "Are you having a meal together?"
"yes."
"Take a good rest."
"yes."
The group of people couldn't say anything but "yes," and they only breathed a sigh of relief when the door was closed.
Nothing is more unlucky than running into your boss at a dinner party.
However, someone in the crowd asked, "Was the young man sitting next to Chief Prosecutor Ji just now the president of Jiuyu Technology who returned to China recently?"
Wen Jiu paused, her hand holding the chopsticks still.
Then someone chimed in: "I think so, I just saw a profile view."
"He's even more handsome in person than in the reports."
"How come he knows our chief prosecutor?"
"I heard that his grandfather was acquainted with our chief prosecutor."
Who is his grandfather?
The man mentioned a name, and the person who asked the question suddenly changed their expression, their voice unconsciously lowering several decibels: "Is he that powerful?"
The man nodded.
Wen Jiu listened to the sounds around him. He was still the same as always, becoming the center of attention whenever he appeared.
She smiled nonchalantly, but there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.
Just then, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Wen Jiu picked it up and looked at it.
zyc: "Across from me?"
She replied with an "Mm".
A few seconds later, the other end asked again, "Have you been drinking?"
"I drank a little."
After she sent that message, they never replied again.
Wen Jiu thought he must have gone to talk to someone, so she put her phone on the table.
While she was eating with her head down, the waiter suddenly knocked on the door.
People around looked up.
As dishes were served one after another, the people at the table began to discuss: "Has anyone ordered yet?"
No, I don't think so.
The waiter who served the food explained, "This was ordered for our private room by a gentleman named Zhou Yanchuan from the private room across the street."
Everyone looked surprised.
Wen Jiu's hand, which was picking up food, suddenly stopped.
At this moment, another waiter walked in, steadily carrying a celadon bowl. He approached them and said softly, "May I ask which one of you is Miss Wen Jiu?"
Wen Jiu looked up, her eyes somewhat bewildered: "Yes, it is. What's wrong?"
Hearing her voice, the woman gently placed the delicate soup in front of her, her fingertips lightly supporting the bottom of the bowl. She said softly, "This is the soup Mr. Zhou ordered for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, a group of people turned to look at her, each with a different expression.
Wen Jiu blinked.
Sitting in the middle, Inspector Ming was the first to come to his senses and asked, "Do you know them?"
It would be strange if she said she didn't know him at this time, so I nodded.
"Um."
The gazes directed at her suddenly became more meaningful, and a colleague asked curiously, "How did Jiu Jiu meet President Zhou?"
Wen Jiu didn't know how they met.
She paused for two seconds before speaking, "It was just a coincidence."
This answer was too broad, and the people in the private room weren't quite sure about the relationship between the two.
They seem like people from different worlds, yet they are somehow connected.
After a long silence, someone spoke up again: "Then we can say we're benefiting from Xiao Jiu's success."
Wen Jiu shook her head: "No."
"Are you and President Zhou on good terms?" They were so curious that they couldn't help but ask again.
Wen Jiu didn't know how to answer this question.
Saying "good" seems too abrupt, and saying "bad" doesn't quite feel right either.
Looking at the person in a difficult position, Sun Jin suddenly recalled the past. In that instant, she seemed to understand something, and her eyes revealed her surprise.
"Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold."
She intervened to defuse the situation, and the person who asked the question finally gave up.
Wen Jiu gave her a grateful look and leaned closer: "Xiao Jiu, that husband of yours who suddenly appeared, could it be him?"
Wen Jiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she nodded: "Mm."
Even though I had guessed it, the shock of actually hearing it was still indescribable.
Sun Jin picked up her wine glass and gulped down several mouthfuls before she could suppress her gossipy urge.
After Zhou Yanchuan ordered the food, Wen Jiu felt that her colleagues around her were subtly glancing in her direction.
I finally made it to the end of the show, but as soon as I opened the door, I bumped into the same group of people who were also coming out of the room.
There were a few people who, just by standing there, exuded a sense of oppression.
When Wen Jiu saw Zhou Yanchuan, she felt her colleague beside her give her a subtle glance.
She stepped back, trying to make herself less noticeable.
Unexpectedly, someone on the other end suddenly said, "Isn't that Miss Wen?"
Immediately, everyone on her side looked at her, while everyone on Zhou Yanchuan's side looked at him at the same time.
Given their current situation, it would be unreasonable for them not to say something.
Wen Jiu pursed her lips, looking somewhat at a loss.
The man in the crowd smiled and looked at her with a slight curve to his lips.
*
Afterwards, Wen Jiu heard from Sun Jin that before seeing the two of you together, no one would have thought that you two had any relationship, but once you saw it, no one would think that your relationship was innocent.
The look in his eyes, even through the crowd, was overflowing with indulgence.
*
On February 10th, at a dinner party attended by Zhou Yanchuan, a reporter stopped him and took the opportunity to ask, "Mr. Zhou, I would like to ask you a personal question. There are rumors that you are engaged. Is that true?"
Zhou Yanchuan stopped walking and glanced at the man who had asked the question.
Upon meeting his gaze, the man unconsciously swallowed.
I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to lose my job.
Unexpectedly, the young man in front of her simply said, "The rumors circulating outside are inaccurate."
Upon hearing this, the reporter couldn't help but ask, "So you're still single?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a smile slowly spread across the lips of the person in front of him, like ice and snow melting away, and the cold light in their eyes being replaced by tenderness.
At the same time, everyone present heard that warm and clear voice—
"No, I'm married."
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