Wen Yan finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Mr. Ye, I really didn't mean to! I never had any bad intentions. Besides, I'm already married, and my husband and I are very much in love!"
The man put down the document with his slender fingers. "Why didn't you get a measuring tape?"
Wen Yan was slightly stunned.
"Didn't the bodyguard tell you I wanted a custom suit?" His voice was cold and indifferent, very low, making it difficult to discern his tone.
Wen Yan realized that the bodyguard had said something to her, but in her high state of tension, she hadn't heard clearly.
So, he just wanted to take her measurements.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, couldn't help but blush at her previous words. Wen Yan quickly fetched a soft tape measure to measure him.
As she got closer to the man, the faint scent of mint became more noticeable, but not overpowering.
Wen Yan lowered her head, measuring his chest circumference very seriously.
Mr. Ye looked down and could see the girl's fair and pretty little face.
It was so soft and delicate.
He couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.
Wen Yan immediately jumped back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face full of vigilance.
"Mr. Ye, I already have a husband!"
"...There's something on your face," the man said, his face not flushing, his heart not skipping a beat.
So that was it. Experiencing another moment of extreme embarrassment, Wen Yan returned to the office immediately after finishing the measurements.
The other designers had almost imagined various ways Wen Yan would be dealt with, but they never expected her to return completely unharmed.
"Wen Yan, are you... alright?" a colleague in the front row couldn't help but ask.
Wen Yan glanced at her indifferently. "I'm fine. Mr. Ye just called me to work; he wants to have a suit made."
"Oh, really? I was just worried about you! It's great that you're okay."
Wen Yan nodded and continued to work.
Mr. Ye hadn't specified who would make the suit, and Wen Yan didn't care; it wasn't her business.
However, these words meant something different to Fan Ziyan.
Wen Yan was going to make a suit for Mr. Ye? What qualifications did she, a mere assistant, have? Fan Ziyan's expression darkened fiercely. She really didn't expect Wen Yan, this vixen, to be so shameless. It was one thing to seduce Qiao Nan, but she was even seducing Mr. Ye.
If this continued, Wen Yan would soon be stepping all over her!
Her eyes were filled with malice.
How could she, a mere assistant, not be able to deal with her?
Finally, it was time to get off work. Wen Yan was walking on the road, thinking about what to cook for dinner, when a Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped beside her, and the window rolled down.
From this angle, she could see the man's neat, expensive suit and his impossibly long legs casually crossed.
"Get in," the man's deep voice came out.
Wen Yan's internal alarm immediately went off. For some reason, a flood of melodramatic stories about bosses taking an interest in junior employees flashed through her mind. "It's okay, Mr. Ye, no need."
The man didn't say much more, and the Rolls-Royce quickly sped away, leaving only exhaust fumes behind.
Wen Yan thought she was overthinking it; perhaps he was just asking if he was going her way.
She went to the market to buy groceries and cooked dinner. Leng Xunze also returned home around the same time, wearing a white t-shirt that highlighted his smooth, muscular physique, giving her a sense of security.
"Husband, dinner is ready," Wen Yan said softly, her eyes curved into a smile.
"Okay."
Leng Xunze helped her serve the dishes, and they ate. The atmosphere was quiet and warm, but Wen Yan seemed hesitant to speak, poking at the rice in her bowl.
"Something to say?" the man's voice was calm.
Wen Yan was a little stiff. She let out a soft hum and said quietly, "Husband, can I use some money from your card?"
She looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes, which were glistening with moisture and held a hint of expectation.
"You don't need my permission for things like this."
Wen Yan understood, and a wave of warmth surged through her. They hadn't been together for long, but he had given her everything. She gently took his hand and said sincerely, "Thank you, husband."
"We're husband and wife; don't say such things."
"Mm, is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll make it for you next time," Wen Yan said with a smile.
Leng Xunze looked at the table, which had only one meat dish, and pursed his lips. "Meat."
Wen Yan blinked, feeling a little embarrassed. "Okay, I'll make more meat starting tomorrow!"
She was accustomed to balanced nutrition, so she always made one vegetable and one meat dish. But he did physical labor and should need more protein, right?
From now on, she would make him delicious meals in various ways.
"Mm," Leng Xunze seemed slightly satisfied.
After dinner, Leng Xunze washed the dishes and then sat on the sofa to look at his phone. Wen Yan didn't want to be alone in bed, so she lay down beside him. After transferring the medical expenses for her brother to her mother, she decided to work even harder.
When her mother learned whose money it was, she told her: [It seems this young master Leng has some savings. You should serve him well, understand?]
Wen Yan frowned slightly. [Mom, we are husband and wife. Taking care of each other is natural. What do you mean by serving?]
Mother Wen: [How can you be so foolish? If you treat him well, won't he give you more money? Then your brother's medical expenses will also be covered.]
Wen Yan understood her mother's intentions and didn't want to argue with her, so she ended the conversation after a few more words.
She was indeed tired today. After looking at some documents, she felt sleepy and gradually leaned towards Leng Xunze.
A weight suddenly appeared on her shoulder.
Leng Xunze turned his head and saw the girl asleep, leaning against him.
Her fair little face was rosy, and her lips were even more delicate and lovely. His gaze darkened slightly as he looked at her.
He quickly averted his gaze and continued to deal with his work.
It wasn't until late at night that he put down his phone and carried the girl into the house.
The next day.
Wen Yan and Leng Xunze had breakfast and then went to work.
She felt more motivated at work now, perhaps because she knew there was someone else working alongside her.
By noon, she had eaten in the cafeteria and was about to lie down at her desk to rest when she suddenly received a call from Li Mengyao:
"Wen Yan, where are you?"
The woman's voice was unusually gentle.
Wen Yan immediately became vigilant. "What's wrong?"
"Are you free today? Come home for dinner." Li Mengyao sounded enthusiastic.
Normally, she wished Wen Yan would die outside. Now she was inviting her for dinner? Wen Yan wasn't foolish. "If you have something to say, just say it."
"Alright, actually, it's like this. You know our company hasn't been doing well lately. Your betrothal gift was worth several million, right? So I was thinking, could you sell the jade bracelet first to support the Li family?" she said.
Wen Yan scoffed inwardly.
So, they had their eyes on her bracelet.
That was Leng Xunze's everything, and she would never give it away.
"Dream on! You still owe me the money you promised, and now you want me to give you money? Li Mengyao, are you still asleep?"
"Wen Yan, I'm your cousin, how can you talk to me like that!" Li Mengyao was very displeased and revealed her true colors, yelling, "Isn't the Li family your family? We raised you for so many years, and now you refuse to help us with a small favor. You're a true ungrateful wretch, both you and your mother are parasites!"
"We don't owe you anything!" Wen Yan said coldly and hung up.
Li Mengyao cursed for a while before realizing the call had been hung up. She became even more furious and slammed a vase down.
"Darling, what's wrong?" Mother Li walked over.
"Mom, that little bitch Wen Yan refuses to help us! What a heartless little slut. If it weren't for our Li family, she would have disappeared long ago!" Li Mengyao cursed angrily.
It was also strange. Although the Li family's profits hadn't been good in recent years, they hadn't encountered such repeated problems.
If they couldn't find investment now, the Li family might face bankruptcy.
Then she wouldn't be able to be a young lady anymore; she couldn't bear to give up this life of luxury.
Mother Li gently patted her. "Silly child, you need to change your temper. This is such a small matter, and you're getting so angry? Since Wen Yan refuses, we can just find another way, can't we?"
"Mom, what do you mean?"
A malicious glint flashed in Mother Li's eyes. "What she cares about most are those two people, right?"