Wen Yan was surprised. "Why? I've almost finished the design, you can take a look before deciding."
"I just don't want it anymore. How can I know what young people think? I can only refund you."
"But Ms. Wang, you know the deposit is non-refundable," Wen Yan said softly.
"What? A deposit of several thousand can't be refunded? You guys make money too easily. Do you think our money is blown in by the wind?"
"Ms. Wang, you are the one going back on your word first..."
The other party snorted and interrupted, "Don't give me so much nonsense. I don't want it anyway. You have to give me back the deposit, or we'll meet in court. If you think you can trick me out of my money, forget it!"
After saying that, she hung up the phone, leaving Wen Yan speechless.
Not wanting to cause trouble, Wen Yan still processed the refund.
A moment later, the morning meeting began.
Qiao Nan presided.
"I have an announcement for everyone. The Domestic Design Association is about to hold its second fashion design exhibition. Everyone is eligible to participate. You can take some time during this period to design outfits for the exhibition. The company fully supports your participation."
Upon hearing this, everyone was excited.
"Wow, really? The first exhibition seemed to be only for top designers."
"Of course. So, will our chief designer also return for this exhibition? I hope she can give me some guidance."
"If I can participate in the exhibition, my work will get a lot of exposure, and I can close many orders."
Qiao Nan: "This is indeed a valuable opportunity. The association has also allocated many spots. Everyone should try their best to grab them. Also, our chief designer is currently abroad but should be back before the exhibition. We can all have a good exchange then."
Wen Yan had heard that Xinghua's chief designers were exceptionally talented.
And there was more than one.
However, they were so skilled that they usually weren't at the company, instead pursuing further studies or developing business in various countries.
After the meeting ended, everyone returned to their work. Wen Yan also started thinking about the pieces for the exhibition.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon. Everyone went to the cafeteria for lunch. Wen Yan heated her bento box and ate.
She was the only one left in the office.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded behind her.
She thought it was Qiao Nan.
Turning around, she saw Zuo An.
"Madam, Mr. Ye requests your presence," Zuo An said with a smile.
Wen Yan pursed her lips.
She walked to the president's office. The ultra-modern office never failed to impress her, no matter how many times she saw it. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city's bustling scenery, making one feel like the king of the entire city.
"Do you need something?" Wen Yan walked over and sat down directly on the sofa.
Zuo An had asked her to bring her food, which was strange.
The man's cold gaze slowly shifted to Wen Yan.
He stood up, his tall figure moving to sit opposite her, his long legs casually bent, leaning back in the leather chair, exuding an air of dominance.
"Where is my food?"
Wen Yan: "I didn't make any."
She said while eating.
Showing no remorse.
Mr. Ye's aura turned icy.
His slender hand directly took Wen Yan's bento box and began eating with her chopsticks.
Wen Yan was shocked.
Was he this shameless?
"What are you doing? Can't you ask Zuo An to buy you something?"
"You are my wife, cooking for me is your responsibility!" the man stated matter-of-factly.
Wen Yan was almost amused to death.
"Then shouldn't a husband give his wife pocket money?" Wen Yan gritted her teeth.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Ye glanced at her, then threw a bank card. "One hundred thousand."
His gaze was as if to say, "I knew you were this kind of person."
Wen Yan was furious.
She took the card and threw it directly onto his suit.
"Getting too much?" The man's eyes were fierce and brutal, like a storm.
"I don't want your damned money, and I'm not your wife!"
"Then who do you want to be? An Xileng's?"
"Being his would be better than being yours. At least he wouldn't lie to me..." *Mmph!* Before she could finish, the man's lips suddenly covered hers. She met his eyes and saw the furious flames flickering in them, almost consuming her.
The kiss became increasingly rough, as if he could devour her at any moment.
When Wen Yan reacted, she began to struggle, *mmph, mmph*, but the man's strength was absolute. She had no room to resist.
The wet, soft kiss carried a punitive tone.
Wen Yan felt her body go limp. In her anger, she slapped him across the face.
However, because of the mask, her hand hurt. Wen Yan hugged her hand, her eyes welling up with tears. Mr. Ye's heart softened at the girl's expression, and he felt a bit amused.
The next second, he was enraged by Wen Yan's words: "You're a devil!"
"I'm a devil?" The man's thin lips curved into a dangerous arc, the flames in his eyes flickering. He still remembered Wen Yan had once called Jiang Yaocheng a devil, and in her heart, he was no different from him!
"Yes, don't you think you're too obsessive? Everything has to be done your way. After so many days, I've only just realized I'm just your pawn. All I wanted was a warm and harmonious family, and you personally destroyed my dream." Wen Yan broke down and cried as she spoke.
Being poor or struggling was fine.
The most terrifying thing was that she thought this was their warm family, but he only saw her as a pawn.
Seeing the girl cry, his mood turned very bad. His voice was extremely cold. "Am I shortchanging you on food or drink? Wen Yan, it's not me who destroyed all this, it's you. When you were with other men, did you think of me? When have you ever taken my words to heart?"
"Wasn't that all for you, to buy you a car!" Wen Yan blurted out almost instinctively.
After saying that, she gritted her teeth. "Right, give me my money back!"
A big president like him probably wouldn't care about that car.
"Why should I return what you gave me?" the man said indifferently.
She hadn't expected him to be so shameless.
Wen Yan trembled with anger, not wanting to stay another second.
"You're a scoundrel, I never want to see you again!"
She ran out after saying that.
"How dare you! Stop right there!" The man's angry voice chased after her, but the girl's figure still disappeared through the doorway.
Mr. Ye slammed his hand on the table.
Never had a woman dared to anger him like this.
Ultimately, it was because he had misjudged her.
He took out his phone and called indifferently, "Prepare the divorce agreement."
After leaving, Wen Yan spent a long time composing herself in the restroom. Ten minutes later, she walked out and returned to work.
This afternoon was the day of the awards ceremony and the red carpet.
She had also been following it.
There was a lot of discussion online now.
She worked overtime for a while, until the red carpet event began.
She entered the live stream.
【Ahhh, so excited, I'll get to see our Meow Meow soon.】
【Looking forward to it, hehehe, I wonder what Cui Cui's look will be today~】
【I heard Wen Ya is also coming. She's the finale this time, so happy, rubbing my hands in anticipation.】
【It's finally starting, is that Kun Kun? Kun Kun looks so handsome!】
The first male celebrity walked out.
The man was dressed in a stylishly cool, high-end punk style. The diamond stud earrings on his earlobe sparkled, and as he walked over, he instantly received countless screams. Fans on both sides of the red carpet excitedly cheered for their idol. The flashbulbs flickered non-stop, and reporters were asking all sorts of questions. The male celebrity winked at the camera. A few seconds later, the bullet comments covered almost the entire screen.