This was clearly about her.
Moreover, the editor had exaggerated, making her sound exceptionally vile. For instance, when she was a child and her sister had a toy she didn't, she’d smashed it and torn her sister’s princess dress to embarrass her.
Combined with the mention of Xinghua's intern designer in the article, netizens started speculating with a sense of identification.
With so few interns at Xinghua, Wen Yan's name was quickly brought up and confirmed by many.
【OMG, I think I know this person. Is her surname Wen?】
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【The author liked it, upstairs, it's exactly what you think. God, I never expected someone like this to be so close, and I even greeted her last time I saw her. Now it feels terrifyingly chilling to think about it!】
【I'm scared. This kind of person might turn on us at any moment.】
【I'm speechless, who are you all talking about! Tell me quickly!】
【Upstairs, I'll be a good Samaritan. The person they're talking about is Wen Yan, an intern in Xinghua's design department. She's quite good-looking, I didn't expect her to be so malicious in private.】
【This person has personality issues. I suggest taking her to a psychological clinic.】
【Doesn't Xinghua Company have high hiring standards? Why didn't they check?】
【Go to hell, you idiots. If I were the one who took her in, I'd definitely find someone to beat her up. I hate these malicious women the most. One punch for each.】
【Suggest posting all the information so we can doxx her.】
【Here it comes...】
Below were even more vicious insults, profanities, and curses, all directed at Wen Yan. Wen Yan felt as if many demonic faces appeared before her, each exuding the greatest malice towards her, a black sea slowly engulfing her.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Wen Yan answered, and a venomous curse immediately came through: "You slut, you don't deserve to be a designer. You deserve to be struck by lightning and killed, run over by a car, and die on the spot. I wish you childbirth without..."
A chill ran down Wen Yan's spine, and she immediately hung up.
But soon, more calls came.
All from unknown numbers, from all directions.
Wen Yan's body grew cold, and she quickly grabbed her belongings and left.
Walking on the street, she felt as if everyone around was looking at her.
They seemed to be talking about her with their companions.
【This kind of slut should die.】
【How can such a person deserve to live? Can't she just die on the spot?】
【Should we throw a brick at her?】
【Quick, don't look at this kind of person, you'll have bad luck for a lifetime if you do.】
Wen Yan wasn't paying attention and her foot landed on empty air. She immediately fell forward.
However, the expected pain never came. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.
Leaning against a chest, the strong, clear heartbeat brought Wen Yan back to her senses. She then realized why she felt cold. It had started raining at some point, and those people were just avoiding the rain, not discussing her.
Leng Xunze held a black umbrella in one hand, looking down at her, his other arm around her waist.
At this moment, Wen Yan's clothes were almost entirely soaked.
"Thank you, thank you," Wen Yan felt a sense of warmth.
"Watch where you're going. What were you thinking about?" His deep, indifferent voice seemed to be a casual question.
"I..." Should she tell him about what was happening online? Wen Yan instinctively denied it, "Just thinking about work."
"Then your boss must give you a raise," Leng Xunze said with a half-smile. "You're all wet. I'll give you a ride back."
Leng Xunze's small motorcycle was parked to the side.
Wen Yan nodded.
He took her to the hotel where she was staying, and Wen Yan went to take a shower.
The bathroom here had frosted glass.
Leng Xunze sat on the sofa, looking at his phone, but his peripheral vision caught sight of the black, graceful figure.
Beneath the girl's gentle exterior was a fiery figure, with a slender waist and long legs. Leng Xunze's lower abdomen tensed unconsciously, and he felt a little dry. He picked up the cup on the coffee table and took a sip of water.
His gaze followed her movements. This simple, humble room had a complete set of computer equipment and a microphone. Did she usually sing here?
Before long, the rain stopped. Wen Yan came out wearing a simple T-shirt and long pants. Her skin was fair, and her small face looked even redder after drying her hair. Her moist apricot eyes looked towards Leng Xunze. Leng Xunze, damn it, realized he was having a reaction.
"What do you want to eat? Shall we order takeout?"
"Anything is fine."
There was only one sofa here, and Wen Yan sat down next to Leng Xunze.
A faint fragrance immediately wafted over.
Leng Xunze looked down. The girl's profile was delicate and small, her flushed cheeks like peach blossoms. She had ordered two bowls of noodles.
Breaking the silence, Leng Xunze said, "Aren't you working?"
"Huh? I just got off work," Wen Yan looked at him in confusion. Leng Xunze immediately said, "My mistake. I thought you'd be designing things even after work."
"Not really, but I do look at materials."
After some awkward small talk, they both went about their own business. Wen Yan opened her phone, and the screen was filled with flying insults. Her eyes went vacant for a moment, then she quickly turned off her phone. She slightly bent her body, calming herself. After a while, she picked up a book to read, her expression focused and serious.
Leng Xunze was slightly impressed.
Most women, if subjected to such cyberbullying, would probably have no mood to do anything else.
Wen Yan, however, was unexpectedly strong.
Before long, the takeout arrived, and they ate their noodles quietly. The wind and rain outside made the room feel particularly peaceful.
Suddenly, a rumble of thunder rolled by.
Wen Yan jumped in fright and instinctively leaned towards Leng Xunze.
"Scared?"
The man naturally put his arm around her waist.
This created a posture where she was half-leaning in his arms. Wen Yan's face immediately flushed, and she said softly, "A little."
"Then am I leaving today?" Leng Xunze looked down at her.
For some reason, Wen Yan's heart began to beat irregularly. The man's dark, deep eyes were incredibly alluring, and with them so close, their breaths intertwined...
"Either, either is fine. You can stay if you want," Wen Yan managed to control her emotions.
This man was truly too handsome, especially up close. His face was flawlessly handsome.
She was practically drooling.
Calm down, calm down, Wen Yan, you're not a pervert.
The next second, her chin was suddenly held, and the man's hot kiss immediately fell upon her lips, dense and numerous like the rain outside, all landing on Wen Yan's lips. She could barely breathe, her eyes wide open, her nostrils filled with his breath.
This time, it was different from before. It was fierce and deep, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Slowly, Wen Yan was pressed onto the sofa, the man's hot palm embracing her waist.
The kiss then moved down, from her neck, slowly descending to her beautiful collarbone.
Wen Yan felt her breath grow hot.
Her fingers tightly gripped the man's wrist, but she didn't push him away.
She was nervous and afraid of what was about to happen.
However, his movements were exceptionally gentle, and Wen Yan's fear slowly dissipated.
Outside, the storm raged on. Large raindrops beat against the window, and then liquid slowly flowed down the glass...
Soon, a silhouette appeared in front of the window.
To be precise, two intertwined figures.