The project director's legs went weak, almost to the point of kneeling.
Nuo Feiya's fingers trembled, but her heart grew increasingly resentful. How could a mere junior designer gain An Xileng's favor?
"Brother An, over the years, I've never interfered with the women around you, but you've always kept your distance from anyone associated with Mr. Ye! I'm doing this for your own good. That man is unfathomable. Who knows if Wen Yan is his mole?"
"Enough. If you're doing this for my own good, then don't meddle in my affairs!" An Xileng's voice was colder than ever. When he learned of this matter, he had almost lost control of his temper.
He was actually quite surprised why he was so concerned about a junior designer.
Was it purely because of that inexplicable sense of familiarity she gave him?
"Get out. And Zhang Yan, go receive your punishment yourself," An Xileng issued a general order.
The project director immediately nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. An. I'll go right now."
Nuo Feiya didn't want to leave.
But seeing that An Xileng was in a bad mood, she could only turn and leave.
As she got into her car, she was still complaining about Wen Yan. The next moment, she received a call from home.
"What have you done?" Nuo's father roared angrily. "You idiot, come back here now!"
Nuo Feiya's heart skipped a beat.
Her father had always doted on her and had never scolded her.
What exactly had happened to make her father so angry?
Nuo Feiya rushed home.
Nuo's father leaned back on the sofa, clutching his chest. His mother was beside him, trying to pacify him, "Getting angry, what good does it do besides making you sick? Your heart condition flared up, and now look at you. If something really happens to you, I won't want to live either!"
Seeing Nuo Feiya enter, her mother immediately said, "Yaya, you're finally back. Quick, apologize to your father!"
"What did I do wrong?"
The moment he saw Nuo Feiya, Nuo's father's temper flared up again.
"You still have the nerve to ask? How on earth did you offend An Xileng? He's given the shipping project we agreed on to someone else! Now our company has directly lost its biggest order, and the board of directors has been alerted! Are you trying to tell me my position isn't stable enough?" As Nuo's father spoke, he started gasping for breath, and Nuo's mother quickly soothed him.
Nuo Feiya's mind went blank.
She never imagined that An Xileng would retaliate against her father's project over such a trivial matter!
He knew perfectly well that it was her father's most important project and an annual plan. This was a devastating blow to the Nuo family!
"I'm going to see An Xileng now!" Nuo Feiya calmed down and immediately set off.
She called An Xileng. He answered, but only said one sentence: "If there's a next time, it won't be just this."
Then he hung up directly.
Nuo Feiya felt an unprecedented chill.
She also deeply understood that Wen Yan was absolutely different to An Xileng!
Disappointment and pain struck her simultaneously. The name Wen Yan left a deep scar in Nuo Feiya's heart!
Wen Yan was unaware of all this.
She was at the company, accepting everyone's apologies. She understood that these people had merely been misled.
However, one person had not apologized to Wen Yan.
That was Liu Huanhuan.
Wen Yan didn't care. She was thinking about Wang Rui's situation. Wang Rui had been begging for her forgiveness and had offered substantial compensation.
She finally chose to forgive.
Wang Rui had already apologized on social media, and there was no need for her to push too hard.
Yang Qian was surprisingly the happiest about this whole affair.
"Ah, you're finally cleared! Do you know how angry I was in the office these past two days? I knew you wouldn't do such a thing, but everyone was saying it, and no one would listen to me!" Yang Qian said indignantly, then glanced at Liu Huanhuan, "Some people just can't stand to see others excel. By the way, Luo Ziyu is officially out of the running. I don't think our bet needs to continue."
Liu Huanhuan, who had been pretending to work, immediately chimed in upon hearing this, "There's no need. The two of us can do it too."
So confident?
Wasn't this slapping Yang Qian and Zhang Zhikun in the face?
If Wen Yan had already secured the project, Liu Huanhuan would only say this if she didn't believe that the two of them could secure any project.
Yang Qian gritted her teeth. Why did she find Liu Huanhuan more and more unlikable?
"Are you sure? There are only two of you. Even if we win, it won't be glorious."
Liu Huanhuan said, "Then let's change the terms of the bet. If you win, you'll clean the toilets for a week. If we win, we'll help you with the cleaning."
Liu Huanhuan absolutely refused to accept that she was inferior to Wen Yan.
She was convinced that she was the most outstanding designer here.
Moreover, her design draft was already finished and submitted to the client. It was bound to be approved.
"It's not impossible," Yang Qian thought. Since Liu Huanhuan had said this, if she were to back down now, wouldn't it seem like the three of them were afraid of the two of them?
But she didn't want to be a burden.
So, while pestering Wen Yan to go out for dinner, she took the opportunity to look at her design draft.
When they returned, Yang Qian's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's Mr. Ye."
Following Yang Qian's gaze, Wen Yan also saw the man walking in from outside.
He was wearing a pure black suit, which accentuated his tall and slender frame. His posture was extraordinary, and he was carrying a familiar bag in his hand.
Wen Yan rubbed her eyes.
That looked like the lunchbox bag she had packed for Leng Xunze that morning?
Could it be that Mr. Ye had taken the wrong one?
She hurried over.
Seeing her approach, Yang Qian tried to call her back, but it was too late.
Wen Yan, Wen Yan, they were just designers. They didn't even have the right to greet Mr. Ye!
The man walked into the president's private elevator. The next second, a woman rushed in.
Seeing Wen Yan, Mr. Ye's cold and deep eyes remained unfazed.
Wen Yan quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I saw the bag you were carrying. May I ask where you got it?"
"My personal affairs, do I need to tell you?" The man's narrow, charming eyes held a hint of sarcasm.
Wen Yan's cheeks flushed slightly. "I didn't mean that. I just thought the bag looked very familiar!"
"A friend gave it to me," Mr. Ye said.
Wen Yan then realized that why would the esteemed Mr. Ye go to the security room to pick up takeout for no reason?
It must have been delivered by a special person.
She had actually made such a rookie mistake.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to confirm. I'll go down now." As Wen Yan was about to leave, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.
She turned and bumped hard into his firm chest.
In that instant, a familiar masculine pheromone enveloped her.
Wen Yan instantly felt a sense of familiarity and stared at him blankly.
"Are you doing this deliberately to get my attention?" The man lowered his gaze. At such close proximity, his eyes were dark and serene, drawing one in.
Wen Yan, however, felt an extreme sense of familiarity.
She thought she must be going crazy!
How could the esteemed Mr. Ye resemble Leng Xunze?
She immediately said, "Mr. Ye, I'm truly sorry. I just wanted to confirm. I apologize for disturbing you. I'll leave now."