"You all say Wen Yan is not wrong, think about it yourself. Wen Yan deliberately chose this moment to tell everyone that Xu Rujing's dress was designed by her, to make everyone attack Yan Yan. This dress does suit Xu Rujing, but it might not suit Yan Yan. Moreover, they collaborated before, and Wen Yan is targeting her former client like this. Who would dare to find Wen Yan for design in the future?"
"Wen Yan is immoral and unworthy of being a fashion designer."
...
The insults continued.
Wen Yan directly closed the window.
She didn't do it, so why should she feel guilty?
She just didn't expect that at noon, she would be called into the CEO's office again.
This time, the person waiting for her was not Mr. Ye.
It was Wen Ya.
Seeing Wen Ya sitting in the CEO's office as if it were her own home, Wen Yan's heart ached inexplicably.
She was such an idiot, being cheated on, yet still curious about their gossip.
"You called me for something?"
Wen Yan was very indifferent. Wen Ya was slightly displeased. "Sister, do we need to be so distant between us?"
She remained silent.
Wen Ya was unhappy.
"Sister, didn't I give you money? Why did you still expose the matter of the dress? Don't you know that doing so would make Sun Liyan's situation difficult?"
"It wasn't me who exposed it."
"If not you, then who? Sister, forgive and forget when possible. This is what Dad taught us..."
Wen Yan interrupted, "That's your dad, not mine."
Wen Ya's face turned pale. "Sister, do you have to be like this?"
"I am merely stating the facts."
"You... you resent Dad for kicking us out, but don't forget, it was your mother's infidelity that caused Dad to do that. I know all of this. It's your mother's fault, why are you forcing it onto Dad?"
Wen Yan found it amusing. "Did he tell you that? Then Wen Ya, do you know how many months apart we are? Less than six months. Do you think your mother is a god? To flash marry him and then give birth to you in six months? In fact, before they were even divorced, your mother was already involved with him!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Wen Ya, agitated, splashed a glass of water on her face.
Wen Yan's eyes turned cold. She picked up her own water glass and threw it at Wen Ya. Wen Ya immediately cried out in surprise, looking at Wen Yan in disbelief.
"What, you can splash me, but I can't splash you? Wake up your brain. No matter how much you don't want to admit it, the fact that your mother is a mistress cannot be changed!"
Wen Yan put down the glass and prepared to leave.
But she ran into an acquaintance.
It seemed he had just finished a meeting, and a chill still emanated from him, his presence as cold as ice.
Seeing Wen Yan, his dark eyes flickered with surprise.
"Brother Ye!" Wen Ya spoke first, her tears flowing even more profusely.
"What's going on?"
The man spoke, his voice carrying a sense of pressure.
Wen Ya, aggrieved, walked to his side. She glanced at Wen Yan, seeming hesitant for a moment, then finally said, "It's nothing, just a small misunderstanding between Wen Yan and me. Brother Ye, please don't be angry."
"Misunderstanding?"
Mr. Ye looked at Wen Yan. "What misunderstanding could lead to a fight?"
Wen Yan remained silent. At this moment, Wen Ya looked slightly disheveled and wronged, like someone being bullied. Mr. Ye seemed to be standing up for her.
But she was his wife.
"This is between us," Wen Yan said indifferently.
"You two?"
The two distant words made his eyes instantly turn cold. "This is my territory, Wen Yan. What makes you so confident?"
"Then what do you want?" Wen Yan stared at Mr. Ye, refusing to back down.
Her nature was such that she became stronger against the strong and weaker against the weak.
Wen Ya felt the atmosphere between them was strange.
How could Wen Yan, a mere designer in the company, dare to speak to Mr. Ye like that?
"Brother Ye, forget it, it's just a small misunderstanding," Wen Ya said magnanimously. "Sister, if you apologize to me, I won't pursue it further."
She wanted an apology from her? Wen Yan found it laughable. "I haven't said anything wrong, why should I apologize?"
Wen Ya's face turned slightly green, not expecting that even now, she still refused to admit her mistake.
"Sister, I address you as 'sister' out of respect, but my patience is limited. Can you stop being so unreasonable? Apologize. You don't want to be punished, do you?" Wen Ya threatened directly.
Wen Yan clenched her fists.
She looked at Mr. Ye.
The tall and robust man stood with his hands in his pockets, maintaining his kingly demeanor.
His aura was oppressive.
Facing the two of them, most people would probably not be able to bear it.
After a long pause, Wen Yan suddenly let out a laugh. "Then what if I don't apologize?"
A cold glint flashed in Wen Ya's eyes.
"If you remain stubborn, then... Xing Hua might not be able to tolerate such an arrogant designer like you," Wen Ya stated directly.
Her posture was as if she were the mistress of the house.
At this moment, Wen Yan felt superfluous.
She suddenly chuckled. "Fine."
With a single word, she walked out.
Wen Ya was still a bit taken aback. She just left like that?
What did that mean?
She looked at Mr. Ye with her shimmering eyes. "Brother Ye, Sister wouldn't rather leave than apologize, would she..."
The next second, she saw his eyes turn extremely cold and violent, like the prelude to a storm. She immediately dared not speak.
Wen Yan went back to pack her things.
After calming down, she thought that if Wen Ya was truly with Mr. Ye, it would be disgusting to see them every day. It was better to leave directly.
Yang Qian looked at her in surprise. "Yan Yan, why are you packing?"
"I'm going home to rest for a few days," she said vaguely.
"Oh, oh."
Yang Qian just thought she couldn't handle the online comments. "Yan Yan, it's normal to be attacked when you become famous. Those trolls are everywhere, don't pay attention to them."
"Thank you."
Wen Yan carried her things and left.
When she reached the first floor, Wen Yan was suddenly stopped.
"Madam, the boss requests your presence," Zuo An said.
"I have nothing to say to him."
"Then who do you have something to say to?"
A cold voice blew like a chilling wind.
Wen Yan's back felt cold. She turned around and indeed saw the noble and stern man walking towards her.
"It's none of your business," her tone remained indifferent.
Zuo An couldn't help but feel impressed.
Damn, Madam is truly something else. Who else would dare to speak to the boss like this?
"Are you done?" Mr. Ye suddenly grabbed her wrist, his condescending gaze chilling. "Splashing water, hitting Wen Ya, and still so self-righteous. Where do you get the nerve?"
"I give it to myself. What's wrong with that?"
"Indeed, I misjudged you. This is your true nature, isn't it!"
Selfish, adulterous, short-tempered, and stubborn.
A hint of disgust seemed to flow in his eyes.
Wen Yan's voice was unmodulated. "Yes, that's right. It's good that you see clearly. Dump me as soon as possible."
She tried to pull her hand away, but her strength was insufficient.
"Dump you? Don't worry, I will. But you have to apologize for what you did wrong! Don't think that just because you leave, everything will be as if nothing happened!"
He was cold and resolute.
Wen Yan's heart ached. The next moment, her face felt wet.
Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see a look of surprise in his eyes.
Crying in front of this man, Wen Yan felt ashamed. She forcefully wiped her face, then spat out fiercely, "I'm not apologizing to you!"