"Huanhuan, what you said is true, Wen Yan is indeed very capable," said a designer.
Liu Huanhuan lightly brushed past Wen Yan's face with disdain, said nothing, and went to eat.
After she left, Yang Qian couldn't help but whisper, "What's her deal? Why does Liu Huanhuan always target you?"
"I don't know."
"It's obvious, it's probably because you have more fans than her. She always thought she was an internet celebrity designer, but now you've surpassed her. She must be unhappy," a colleague said.
Wen Yan shook her head, indicating she didn't care much.
What she cared about most now was entering the exhibition and seizing the opportunity to increase her visibility, so she could deal with Sun Liyan and secure orders.
Not having orders for a while was bound to be disheartening.
Fortunately, there was the styling fee from Xu Rujing.
She didn't have lunch with Leng Xunze at noon, and he didn't seem to mind. Wen Yan also returned alone in the evening, but to her surprise, the man did not return that night.
The night was deep and heavy with dew. She tossed and turned in bed, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
She woke up with a start in the middle of the night, the wind howling outside her window.
Wen Yan stared outside for a while, her unease deepening. She called Leng Xunze.
However, her phone was turned off.
Leng Xunze...
A sense of unease spread through her, yet she also felt that with Leng Xunze's status, how could anything happen to him?
Suburbs.
In an inconspicuous old house, sounds of beating could be heard from time to time.
The men who were searching were suddenly attacked.
The attackers were clearly prepared. The two groups clashed, and for a while, it was difficult to determine the victor.
Leng Xunze arrived and, with lightning speed, quickly dealt with the remaining attackers. He captured a lone man, who, however, decisively took his own life.
"Damn it!" Zuo An was furious. "These people are fearless. Who sent them?"
Leng Xunze's expression shifted slightly, his dark eyes heavy like the night. "Besides us, someone else is looking for what my father left behind."
Zuo An was shocked. "But why? Uncle was just an ordinary person, and his parents died early. Who would be looking for his things?"
After saying that, Zuo An quickly thought, "Or is it that what Uncle left behind is not simple at all?"
Enough to make those people stop and search.
Leng Xunze gazed into the starless night sky. "Investigate who it is."
His father came from a scholarly family, and his parents had died early. His background was also very simple.
What had he left behind that made these people so eager to steal it?
As he finished speaking, his legs suddenly went weak, and he stumbled to the ground, but managed to support himself on one knee. Zuo An was startled and immediately checked his body. He saw that the man's arm was injured. "Boss, you're injured. I'll take you to the hospital now!"
That night, Wen Yan tossed and turned. The next day, after waking up, she went straight to the CEO's office and happened to run into Wen Ya, who was bringing breakfast. Wen Ya had a smile on her lips, seemingly in a good mood. Seeing Wen Yan, she raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Sister, even though you're Mr. Ye's employee, you don't need to come see him every day. It wouldn't be good if people misunderstood," Wen Ya reminded her softly.
"Then what about you? Why do you come to see him every day?" Wen Yan retorted.
Wen Ya put on a shy expression.
"We are now of marriageable age," she said ambiguously.
Wen Yan's heart ached. She couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't returned last night because he was with Wen Ya.
After Wen Ya left, Wen Yan stood there for a long time. Finally, she dejectedly went downstairs and returned to her office. As soon as she sat down, Yang Qian excitedly showed her a gift box. "Yan Yan, didn't you go to collect your gift?"
"What gift?"
"The day before yesterday, Assistant Zuo posted in the group. You didn't see it? Oh, maybe you missed it. What a shame. If you send flowers to the ladies in this livestream room, you can collect a gift from the HR department. It's free, so why not?"
Yang Qian continued, "And I think this lady sings quite well. Her name is Yunyun. She's probably a new internet celebrity signed by our company. You can follow her. Maybe there will be some activities in the future. Don't miss out."
Wen Yan was stunned.
Yunyun?
And it was posted by Zuo An?
She frowned, took out her phone, found Zuo An, and indeed saw such a post in his moments. She then asked him about it.
Zuo An already knew Yunyun's identity. When Wen Yan asked, he answered without any concealment: [Boss asked me to do it.] m..oΓg
Leng Xunze?
Why would he...
Thinking back to his unusual reaction that day, Wen Yan didn't know how to feel.
Her once cold heart was once again broken by him!
If he didn't care about her, insulted her, and kept his distance, she would have left without looking back. But he always helped her again and again, making her conflicted. In the end, Wen Yan still got up, wanting to get a clear answer.
Her mind in turmoil, she barged into the office without knocking, only to see a scene she didn't expect.
The man on the sofa was shirtless, and a doctor in a white coat was applying medicine to him.
The doctor looked familiar.
"Hey..." Yuan Jiamiao instinctively called out when he saw Wen Yan, but then stopped himself, remembering something. A calm voice said, "She knows."
"Oh, oh, it's really killing me. Sister-in-law, you're here," Yuan Jiamiao said with a grin. His young, clear eyes held a hint of roguishness.
Wen Yan had no time to pay attention. She rushed to his side. "What happened?"
"Ah, Big Brother had a really tough time last night. He was attacked, and his arm was almost crippled."
"Really?" Wen Yan's heart tightened. The wound was bloody and gruesome, indeed frightening to look at. Her eyes reddened. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Her tear-filled eyes and soft voice brushed against Leng Xunze's heart like a feather.
A shiver ran through him.
He knew she cared deeply for him.
She could cry so much over a minor injury.
He powerfully pulled her into his arms with his other hand and said in a low voice, "It's just a minor injury. Don't cry."
As he spoke, tears fell from Wen Yan's eyes. She looked at him with a hint of resentment. "You were attacked last night, why are you only getting medicine now?"
"I can tell you all about it, Sister-in-law," Yuan Jiamiao seized the opportunity to say. "My brother is famous for not taking care of himself. He can still handle work even after being shot before going to get the bullet removed. If he were five years older, his body would have been ruined by now."
Wen Yan listened, her heart pounding.
She tightly grasped his hand. "You're not allowed to do this anymore."
"I know, it's so troublesome, it's just a small matter."
"How can this be a small matter when it's like this?" Wen Yan bit her lip, glaring at him indignantly. Leng Xunze fell silent.
He just didn't want to argue with a woman.
Yuan Jiamiao finished treating the wound and gave some instructions.
Finally, he realized the man wasn't listening at all. He turned to Wen Yan and said, "Sister-in-law, you have to look after Big Brother. From now on, Big Brother will rely on you."
"Don't worry, I will keep that in mind," Wen Yan said very seriously.
After Yuan Jiamiao left, Leng Xunze put on his suit jacket, exuding a mysterious and cool nobility. He stood up and walked behind the desk.
As his right hand was about to rest on the mouse, it was held by someone.
"I'll do it. Whatever you need, I'll help you," came the girl's soft yet firm voice.
"I don't need you to."
Leng Xunze continued, "Yuan Jiamiao was just talking nonsense. You don't need to take it to heart."
However, the girl's eyes deepened. "I think what he said is true. You're hurting your own body by working like this when you're injured."
"I know what I'm doing. You can go now."
"I'm not going. I don't have any work right now either."
"Then go rest to the side."
As Leng Xunze spoke, his phone lit up. It was a message from Wen Ya.