Unparalleled jealousy.
An idea popped into his head: he wanted Su Ziyan to owe him something!
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While Yan Wenjing was away on a business trip, Jiang Yunzhi continued to live her orderly life.
She used the inspiration she gained from visiting the jewelry exhibition to create her work, which was finally completed for the Van Jewelry Design Competition. Click to submit.
"Has Yunzhi finished her entry for the competition?" her colleague Shanshan asked.
Jiang Yunzhi: "Yes, I've been busy for two nights."
Shanshan: "Haha, are you confident?"
Jiang Yunzhi held up a cup of goji berry and chrysanthemum tea, saying, "It's all about participation!"
My boss, Sister Yu, tapped the table and said, "After work, we'll have a department get-together for dinner. It's nothing important, but everyone has to come. Mr. Wang will reimburse us."
For office workers, they might forgo the food, but they still want the perks of free meals and company outings.
They skipped afternoon tea, leaving their stomachs empty for dinner that evening.
Seeing everyone posting on their WeChat Moments, Jiang Yunzhi also posted one.
Group photo of the gathering, captioned: "[A fulfilling day (not really). Another day of slacking off. Declaring today's best dish as almond bacon cheese bread and coconut milk cocktail, hehe.jpg]"
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Inside a Chinese-style private room.
Yan Wenjing had dinner with several CEOs.
For a big shot like him, it's natural for others to fawn over him, pouring him drinks and showering him with flattery.
Those who know him well know that he may appear gentle and gentlemanly on the surface, but in reality he is ruthless and decisive.
Yan Wenjing leaned back in his chair, his deep-set eyes making it impossible to read his emotions.
One hand was in his suit pocket, and the other held his phone.
My fingertips swiped across the screen, and suddenly my gaze stopped, fixing on the WeChat Moments post that Jiang Yunzhi had made an hour earlier.
A senior executive standing nearby stood up, lit a cigarette himself, and carefully handed it to him.
Yan Wenjing, a cigarette between his fingers, looked nonchalant as he liked a post on his WeChat Moments.
When he zoomed in on the group photo, his gaze darkened slightly, and he pressed down the corners of his mouth.
In the photo, Jiang Yunzhi's male colleague is standing very close behind her, his fingertips almost touching her shoulder, and she's still smiling.
In an instant, Yan Wenjing wanted to tell Jiang Yunzhi that she was married and needed to keep her distance from men and have boundaries.
On second thought, the two were only husband and wife in name only, and Jiang Yunzhi still couldn't forget her ex-boyfriend.
There's no need for meddling in other people's business; he's not the kind of harsh, fatherly husband.
Ashes fell.
Someone nearby reminded him, "President Yan?"
Yan Wenjing tapped his finger to cancel the like, looked away, and turned off the screen.
He put the cigarette in his mouth.
Amidst the billowing smoke, the man's eyes held a cold glint.
The atmosphere in the private room was inexplicably cold and oppressive.
The bosses looked at each other, wondering if something had gone wrong. Those with good judgment called in a few internet celebrities to pour drinks and liven up the atmosphere.
The men pulled the young internet celebrity onto their laps.
A minor internet celebrity was about to lean against Yan Wenjing when she was stopped by the man's sharp gaze.
"I have a wife." Yan Wenjing's voice was deep and cold, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Upon seeing this, the fat, greasy bosses quickly told the little internet celebrity to leave.
Yan Wenjing extinguished the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray and left, his interest waning.
The boss wanted to shake hands and say a few words of farewell, but suddenly remembered that this big shot had a phobia of germs.
The quick-witted Assistant Xu stepped forward, shook hands with the other party, and said, "Looking forward to the next cooperation."
The dinner party ended, and we were on our way back to the hotel.
Yan Wenjing leaned back in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest, when his phone vibrated.
Jiang Yunzhi: [Why did Mr. Yan unlike the post??]
Yan Wenjing gave a nonchalant twitch of his lips, ignored her, and continued to close his eyes.
After a while, the phone rang again.
Jiang Yunzhi posted a meme of a crying puppy.
[Please don't ignore me, boss.]
Imagining Jiang Yunzhi's expression as she typed, Yan Wenjing's cold expression faded.
I typed two words – “slip of the hand”.
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