"Cold."
"Freeze for a bit, or do you want to continue like this?"
"I'm not going to work anyway."
"The Fashion Design Association has given Xinghua five spots this time. If you go elsewhere, no matter how excellent your design, it will be difficult for you to get a spot," Leng Xunze's words silenced Wen Yan.
This exhibition organized by the design association was highly anticipated.
She had also put in a lot of effort for it. It would be a real shame if she couldn't participate.
Wen Yan glared at him, "I came back for the competition."
"Alright."
As she walked out of the office, Wen Yan felt a sense of unreality.
Was her husband really the all-powerful Ye Zong?
She had intended to go back to get her things, but upon returning to her seat, she found them already brought back and neatly arranged.
No one found it strange.
"Yan Yan, you've adjusted your mood so quickly?" Yang Qian asked.
Wen Yan nodded, "What's a small matter like that? Nothing can affect my desire to make money!"
"That's right, that's right, I need to learn from you!" Yang Qian finished, then lowered her voice, "But, is your sister not on good terms with you?"
Wen Yan tilted her head, "?"
"Look."
Yang Qian quickly showed her her phone.
It turned out Wen Ya had posted on Weibo.
She had reposted Sun Li Yan's post with a caption of "patting her head."
These three words immediately showed her stance, siding with Sun Li Yan.
If Sun Li Yan's fans couldn't stir up much trouble, Wen Ya was different. With over ten million fans and a '宅男女神' (goddess of otaku), a single spit from each of them could drown Wen Yan. No wonder no one was asking Wen Yan for designs anymore.
A cold glint flashed in Wen Yan's eyes.
This sister of hers was truly two-faced.
"It's fine, I can use this opportunity to design my exhibition piece."
"Good, keep it up! Once your reputation grows, they won't be able to do anything to you," Yang Qian said before turning back to her work.
At noon, Wen Yan received a text message from Leng Xunze.
A brief two words: 【Eat.】
She pretended not to see it and prepared to go to the cafeteria, but the man's call came directly: "Do you want me to come and get you?"
Wen Yan's expression shifted slightly.
"I'm not going, you eat yours."
"Still throwing a tantrum?" the man's tone was somewhat impatient.
"I'm not throwing a tantrum. We are from different worlds, you don't need to treat me the same way as before," Wen Yan said calmly.
He let out a scoff, his lowered voice surprisingly sexy and pleasant, with a hint of seduction, "Since you know my identity, you still dare to speak to me in this tone. Who do you think gave you the courage?"
"..."
"Because, deep down, you still know I'm your husband," he stated with certainty. "Otherwise, you would only be as afraid of me as you were before."
Her words were suddenly exposed.
Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat.
At that moment, she couldn't deny his words.
She simply hung up the phone and, with a confused mind, went to the cafeteria for lunch.
After the lunch break, someone suddenly came to deliver milk tea and desserts.
"Ye Zong is treating everyone to afternoon tea, there's something for everyone!"
Everyone buzzed with excitement.
"Wow, what's going on? Why is Ye Zong suddenly treating us to afternoon tea?"
"I don't know, is it because our performance has been good lately?"
"Sob sob sob, I want one, I want one, I want afternoon tea that Ye Zong personally ordered for me."
"Hahaha, Ye Zong just gave a command, it must have been Assistant Zuo who ordered it. But this place is so expensive, we're in for a treat."
Wen Yan received a portion, it was a dessert from Daoxiangxuan. She had passed by it once before and couldn't bear to buy it.
A message popped up on her phone.
【Is it good?】
Wen Yan pursed her lips, not replying.
She took a sip of the milk tea, sweet but not cloying, a wonderful taste that seeped into her heart.
A moment later, the man sent another message.
【I'll be done with work at ten tonight.】
Wen Yan: 【What does that have to do with me?】
After sending it, she put down her phone and continued with her design. This time, she was designing an elegant court-style long dress, with everyday details, making it high-end and refined. She liked it very much.
After finishing the details, she looked at her phone, it was already ten o'clock.
She told herself she wasn't waiting for Leng Xunze and picked up her things to go downstairs.
The night was deep, and the long road was silent.
At the entrance, a man's tall and strong back stood beside a luxury car. In the darkness, he formed a perfect and unique scenery. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his model-like physique stood tall, and his suit exuded a mature masculine aura.
Wen Yan's eyes lit up, and she quickened her pace.
"Leng Xunze..."
The next second, she heard a charming female voice: "Then, Ye Zong, I'll be going back now. Thank you for your hospitality today."
There was someone in the car.
And it was a familiar person.
Wen Ya happened to hear Wen Yan's call and turned to see Wen Yan walking towards her, waving in surprise, "Sister, you're just getting off work!"
Ye Zong also turned, his eyes, like the night, swept over her.
Wen Yan watched the two of them.
The woman about to bid farewell was reluctantly saying goodbye to the one she deeply loved.
Suddenly, she felt so superfluous.
"Mm," she responded faintly and walked away.
"Sister, are you going home? I'll give you a ride," Wen Ya said quickly.
"No, thank you, my home isn't far."
She left on her own.
The long street was deserted in the late night, appearing exceptionally quiet.
The night wind blew, and fallen leaves drifted down, adding a touch of desolation to this lonely world.
She seemed out of place with everyone else.
For some reason, she suddenly thought of her school days.
She had always been a loner, working part-time, with no time for socializing. Many people suspected she was a freak.
It seemed, from beginning to end, she had always been like this, never changing.
The wind tonight was so cold, Wen Yan instinctively pulled her clothes tighter.
The next second, a warm jacket was draped over her. She instinctively turned and saw that familiar face.
The man had removed his mask, revealing his original handsome face. He was wearing only a white shirt and suit pants, exuding an elegant and charming aura.
"Why... aren't you gone?" Wen Yan's throat felt a little choked.
"Aren't we going home now?" He lowered his gaze, his deep black eyes reflecting the starry sky. His long, strong hand clasped hers, and instantly, she felt a warmth flow through her body.
"You..." Wen Yan wanted to pull away, "Didn't you go to dinner with Wen Ya?"
The man seemed to deflate. Wen Yan really shook off his hand, and her chest felt even more constricted. She strode forward, but her waist was suddenly held, and she was pulled into a warm, firm embrace, the masculine scent instantly enveloping her.
"Jealous?" The man's warm breath blew on her ear.
It tickled, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body.
Wen Yan's face flushed.
When did this man become so flirtatious?
"I'm not jealous," Wen Yan pried his hands away, "It has nothing to do with me who you have dinner dates with!"
"I only have dates with Miss Wen," the man said in a low voice.
Wen Ya's heart turned cold. He only had Wen Ya in his heart?
How ironic.
First, her mother was cheated on, and now her husband was being snatched away by Wen Ya.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she struggled.
Leng Xunze noticed the girl's unusual reaction and bit her earlobe, "To add, shouldn't it be Mrs. Leng now?"
"...I'm not your wife!"
"Then who do you want to be?"
"I don't care about you," Wen Yan said dismissively.
The man suddenly let out a muffled groan, his voice hoarse, "Stop being difficult."
The man's burning body pressed tightly against the girl's soft form.
She could clearly feel the man's physical changes.