Wen Yan had never taken on a historical style job before.
Leng Xunze pondered for a moment, "Go back and do more research. There's enough time."
Wen Yan nodded, "Okay."
She had thought that since Leng Xunze hadn't handled historical style jobs before, he would directly refuse this one!
Leng Xunze continued, "Where to next?"
Wen Yan thought for a moment, "Back to the company."
She needed to ask her assistant if anyone else in the studio had taken on historical style jobs.
This would be faster than her directly researching.
Leng Xunze said, "Get out, sit in the passenger seat. I'm going back to the company anyway."
Wen Yan agreed and sat in the passenger seat. Leng Xunze drove away.
Half an hour later.
The car stopped at the bottom of the building. Wen Yan got out and thanked him, "I'm here. Thank you for driving me back, President Leng."
Leng Xunze turned his head and only drove away after seeing the woman enter the lobby.
On the way, he made a call, "How is the matter being handled?"
On the other end, Zuo An's voice was respectful, "President Leng, they've been warned. The Chu family chairman should remember this."
Leng Xunze looked straight ahead, "Mm."
He hung up and headed to the company.
When Wen Yan returned to the studio, several people working at their desks greeted her, "President Wen."
She responded and instructed, "Call Zhuo Feng to my office."
The receptionist nodded, "Yes, President Wen."
As soon as Wen Yan sat down, there was a knock on the door.
She looked at the door and said, "Come in!"
The next moment, a young man pushed the door open and walked in, "President Wen, you were looking for me."
Wen Yan hummed, "Has our studio taken on any historical style jobs recently? Styling or costumes."
Zhuo Feng thought for a moment, "No."
She continued, "Alright, you can go. Also, keep an eye on recent orders and tell me about completed ones and those that need revisions."
"Yes."
After Zhuo Feng left, Wen Yan went online to research.
Since Leng Xunze said there was no rush, she wanted to study it thoroughly.
...
In a well-known coffee shop.
Song Na took a sip of her coffee and looked at Wang Yan, somewhat indignant, "You mean to say that Wen Yan's styling skills are so good that even Jingxin can't compete?"
Wang Yan nodded, getting angrier as she thought about it, "Nana, this woman actually seduced President Leng and even made Jingxin look bad. We have to get back at her!"
That bitch, just looking at her now made her want to lash out.
Song Na's eyes flickered upon hearing this, "She's the Leng family's stylist now. We can't act rashly, or no one can bear the wrath of the Leng family."
She wasn't having an easy time on the show either. It was only her family background that allowed her to be superior to others. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have a place on the show.
Thinking of this, she also hated that woman.
But she couldn't make a move now, so she had to wait.
Wang Yan, upon hearing this, shouted angrily, "Nana, when do we have to wait until? I can't stand this anymore. I wish I could slap that woman to death right now."
Song Na's lips curved slightly, "Let me go to the Leng family first. As long as that woman leaves the Leng family, the Leng family won't interfere with how we deal with her."
"Okay," Wang Yan agreed.
Although Nana told her not to act, that woman was too arrogant.
As long as no one could trace it back to her, the Leng family probably wouldn't care, right?
...
At night.
The bright moonlight shone on the street, and the breeze felt a little hot on the face.
When Wen Yan returned to her apartment complex, she felt like someone was following her. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, so she quickened her pace.
Indeed, she caught a glimpse of two men not too far behind her out of the corner of her eye.
Wen Yan took a deep breath, then calmly thought. Using the shadows cast by the moonlight, she quickly ran into a narrow alley and crouched down silently.
At this moment, the two men followed closely. Wen Yan dared not even breathe, and she heard the two men curse, "Where did that stinky woman go? She just disappeared."
Another person said, "She must have hidden somewhere. Let's look."
The previous man agreed. After searching for a while, two apartment security guards shouted loudly, "What are you two sneaking around for!"
At this, the two men quickly left.
Wen Yan was afraid they would come back, so she waited for half an hour before going out. After looking around and confirming that the two men were indeed gone, she returned home.
Who sent them?
She thought about the people she had recently interacted with. There were a few possibilities, but she wasn't sure.
They didn't succeed tonight, and they would definitely come again tomorrow.
She needed to find a way to resolve this once and for all.
Wen Yan sat on the sofa and first checked some information. She found that historical style styling and costumes were only used in acting.
As Leng Xunze had said, there was a big project. She suspected this big project might be related to acting.
After a while, she stood up, washed up, and lay in bed to sleep.
She was alone at home. Her mother and brother were not here, making her feel a little empty.
Coupled with the scare she had just experienced, it took her a long time to fall asleep after closing her eyes.
The next morning.
As Wen Yan was reviewing the recent completion status of the studio, Bai Quan suddenly called her. She glanced at it and answered, "Bai Quan, what's wrong?"
Bai Quan sounded a bit stifled, "Yan Yan, do you have time? We haven't had hot pot together in a long time. Let's go together for lunch."
Wen Yan could sense that Bai Quan was not in a good mood, so she tentatively asked, "Bai Quan, did something happen?"
"Yan Yan, come out, and I'll tell you," Bai Quan suppressed her emotions, not wanting to reveal too much sadness.
It had been two days since she told Rong Beifeng she wanted a divorce, but Rong Beifeng refused to resolve the issue.
Every time she asked, Rong Beifeng used overtime as an excuse not to come home.
She really didn't know what to do.
This marriage had always been supported by her. Now that she wanted to end it, Rong Beifeng was unwilling to end it smoothly.
She was truly exhausted, mentally exhausted.
Wen Yan agreed, "Okay, send me the location, and I'll come find you."
Bai Quan hummed.
She hung up the phone and saw the location Bai Quan had sent. She stood up and left the room.
Wen Yan walked out of the lobby and thought about what happened last night. She felt that those two men wouldn't openly follow her, right?
She hailed a taxi and gave the address. Seeing that no cars were following her, her mood relaxed slightly.
She arrived at the place where she had agreed to meet Bai Quan.
As soon as Wen Yan sat down, she saw that Bai Quan seemed to have become much thinner. She asked, "Bai Quan, you look like you've lost weight. What's going on?"
Bai Quan looked up at her, "Yan Yan, I think my marriage is a complete failure. Although I like him, after so many years, no matter how I treat him, he's always cold to me. Now, I can't even decide on a divorce."
Wen Yan heard something, "Bai Quan, Rong Beifeng doesn't want to divorce you?"