Afternoon.
Wen Xian curled up into a ball lying on the sofa. She originally came downstairs to wait for Shen Lingge, but before Shen Lingge returned, she had already fallen asleep. Wen Xianxian was lying beside the sofa sleeping soundly.
Qiuqiu was still lying in the room, not yet awake.
The entire living room was very quiet. The servants had all gone to another building to rest. Only Duoduo and the chef were busy preparing afternoon tea for Wen Xian. This tiny bit of conversation sound was nearly inaudible.
When Shen Lingge came back, at a glance he saw Wen Xian on the sofa. His slender fingertips were carrying several pretty small boxes, the patterns printed on the boxes were full of girlish feeling.
Wen Xian was no different from ordinary little girls, liked eating these sweet things.
Duoduo, who was in the kitchen, saw Shen Lingge come back and hurriedly walked over to his side on light footsteps. She slightly bent her waist and said: “Young Master, do you need to dine? Young Miss already ate and fell asleep, she said she was waiting for you to come back.”
Shen Lingge raised his head and handed the boxes to Duoduo, speaking in a low voice: “Whatever she ate, I’ll eat.”
Duoduo softly responded: “Yes.”
After Duoduo left, Shen Lingge walked to Wen Xian’s side and sat down. He lowered his eyes and stared at her sleeping face for a while before moving his gaze away. Qin Zan’s words were not without impact on him.
Indeed, which company Wen Xian wanted to go to was her freedom.
Shen Lingge cared about Wen Xian’s feelings, but he cared even more about her safety. It was impossible for him to let her go to Qin Zan’s company.
Qin Zan seemed to have always been weaving a huge net, starting from the engagement set between the Qin family and Wen Xian, maybe even earlier. So even if Wen Xian didn’t want to dissolve the engagement with Qin Song, this marriage would still have to fall through.
Sooner or later, he would collect the net.
Duoduo’s soft calling voice interrupted Shen Lingge’s thoughts. He planned to properly ask Wen Xian about her thoughts after she came back from Shen Group. It was impossible for him to not consider her feelings at all.
By the time Shen Lingge finished eating, Wen Xian also sleepily opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Lingge’s blurry figure, he seemed to be walking toward her.
Wen Xian closed her eyes again sleepily.
Shen Lingge walked to her side and squatted down. He raised his hand and brushed the strands of hair beside her face to the back of her head.
Wen Xian’s eyelashes lightly trembled. The fingertips brushing past her cheek had a slightly cool touch. She instinctively said: “You’re back?”
Shen Lingge gave a low response.
Wen Xian waited a moment then sat up from the sofa. She stretched out her palm toward Shen Lingge, softly mumbling: “My little cake, the one you said you would bring me.”
Shen Lingge turned his head and glanced at Duoduo.
One minute later, Wen Xian as she wished ate the cake she had been thinking about all morning.
But she wasn’t able to stay at home for long. She had only eaten half when Duoduo urged her to go upstairs and change clothes.
Shen Lingge originally wanted to accompany her together, but thinking of Qin Zan’s words, he suppressed this thought. He only sent her to the door.
The little girl’s cheeks were puffed up. Before going out the door, she stuffed half a little cake into her mouth. She walked to the car and waved her hand at him. Shen Lingge also learned from her appearance and bid her farewell.
Shen Lingge stood in the shadow, his black eyes faintly watching that Maybach circle around the fountain and drive out. Until that car disappeared from sight, he then slowly turned around and went back into the living room.
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Wen Xian arrived at Shen Group at two in the afternoon.
She raised her face, looking at this towering into the clouds luxurious building. Even though this was just Shen Group’s branch company, in design it already crushed the surrounding buildings.
Before getting out of the car, she stuffed a handful of nougat candy into her small bag. There must be many people coming to Shen Group for an interview; she was already prepared to wait for one or two hours.
Only after Wen Xian followed the reception staff upstairs did she let out a breath of relief, because outside she had seen a row of interviewees sitting and waiting.
Some people had their heads lowered looking at the materials in their hands, some were muttering to themselves, and some were touching up their makeup.
Among them, Wen Xian also saw someone she knew. Feng Qingying was sitting not far away. She had dyed a new hair color and wore a new water-green dress, it was a new model from R brand.
The bag on her back was also the latest model from C brand.
Wen Xian did not plan to go over and greet her. Feng Qingying’s hostility toward her had always been very obvious, whether it was deliberately losing her exam admission ticket or the mocking words on graduation day.
She didn’t want to waste time on Feng Qingying.
But sometimes, even if you don’t go looking for trouble, trouble will come looking for you on its own.
Ever since Wen Xian just stepped out of the elevator, most of the interviewees had turned their gazes toward Wen Xian. The reason was very simple—that was, Wen Xian’s appearance was too outstanding.
No matter where she walked to, she was always the focal point of the crowd.
Including now.
When Feng Qingying heard the whispering conversations of the girls beside her, she casually lifted her eyes to look toward the direction of their gaze. With just this one glance, her expression management lost control.
She instinctively called out: “Wen Xian, how come you’re here?”
But right after Feng Qingying spoke, she immediately thought of Wen Xian having already dissolved the engagement with Qin Song. She suddenly laughed: “I almost forgot, you are no longer the fiancée of a rich young master now. Coming to look for a job is to be expected.”
Wen Xian: “……”
For some reason, she always felt Feng Qingying was overacting.
Wen Xian’s expression didn’t change at all, pretending not to know who she was talking to.
The surrounding girls, hearing Feng Qingying’s words, all turned to look at Wen Xian, only to see that girl calmly walking over to the seat beside her and sitting down, directly ignoring the person talking to her.
Expressions of eating melon [chī guā: slang for watching drama] instantly appeared on their faces.
Feng Qingying’s expression stiffened slightly. Just as she was about to get up, a staff member from Shen Group came over to notify that the interview was about to begin, asking them to remain quiet and wait for their number to be called.
After frowning slightly, Wen Xian took out a nougat candy from her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. Although she really didn’t care about Feng Qingying, if every day from now on there was a fly buzzing in front of her eyes, it would be quite annoying.
When she had just come in, she roughly glanced around. Including herself, there were a total of ten people applying for the translator assistant position today.
And this time, Shen Group was only hiring two translator assistants.
As Feng Qingying passed by Wen Xian, she gave her a provocative glance, then lightly snorted and walked toward the interview room. The sound of her high heels stepping on the tiles was crisp and clear.
Feng Qingying understood very well Wen Xian’s professional level. Wen Xian was always first in the major every year, but this time she had already contacted someone in advance and greeted one of the interviewers. It was impossible for her to be eliminated.
Ten minutes later.
Feng Qingying walked out of the room with a relaxed face. Tomorrow she would be able to receive Shen Group’s acceptance result.
Wen Xian was arranged as the last one in this round of interviews. By the time it was her turn to enter, many people in front had already left. But there were also some still waiting here, after all, sometimes expressions could reflect a lot.
Feng Qingying originally planned to leave, but seeing Wen Xian, she didn’t want to leave anymore.
By the time it was Wen Xian’s turn, it was already one and a half hours later. Before she entered, she quietly took a deep breath.
Wen Xian originally thought she would see four or five interviewers, but she didn’t expect Shen Group to be this direct—there was only one middle-aged man sitting in the interviewer’s seat, wearing glasses, bald, with a round belly.
When he saw Wen Xian, he first smiled kindly: “Miss Wen?”
Wen Xian lightly nodded. Just as she was preparing to greet him politely, this middle-aged interviewer smiled and said: “Miss Wen, congratulations on being hired by our Shen Group.”
“If you are willing, you can come to Shen Group to work starting tomorrow.”
Wen Xian: “……”
???
What is this?
She hadn’t expected Shen Group to actually be even more exaggerated than that Port company. That Port company at least asked her a few completely irrelevant questions, but this interviewer directly told her she was hired.
Wen Xian hesitated: “Can I ask the reason?”
Seeing Wen Xian ask, the interviewer looked rather embarrassed. He lowered his voice and said: “Miss Wen, to tell you the truth, some time ago the president of our Shen Group head office in Mingcheng issued a notice—so long as the interviewee’s surname is Wen, we must hire.”
Wen Xian: “……”
If she hadn’t walked into a real Shen Group branch office, she would have suspected she ran into a scam.
Seeing Wen Xian’s face carrying hesitation, the interviewer wasn’t anxious. He smiled with narrowed eyes and said: “Miss Wen can go back and slowly consider. We can wait for you one month, no rush.”
Wen Xian walked out of the interview room with a face full of blankness.
She kept feeling the entire day’s interview was very fantastical, revealing strangeness everywhere.
Feng Qingying, who had been waiting outside the door the whole time, immediately let out a mocking laugh when she saw Wen Xian’s expression after coming out: “You think just having a pretty face is enough to get you a pass?”
Wen Xian raised her eyes and glanced at Feng Qingying, directly passing by her and walking toward the elevator entrance.
At this moment there were only the two of them in the corridor. Feng Qingying no longer had any scruples. The crisp sound of her heels got closer and closer to Wen Xian. Seeing Wen Xian ignore her, she simply grabbed Wen Xian’s wrist.
Feng Qingying said angrily: “You’re not deaf, can’t you understand human words?”
Wen Xian lowered her eyes and glanced at the wrist being grabbed. She exerted a little force but couldn’t shake free from her hand. She frowned slightly: “What’s the point of you pestering me like this? Am I familiar with you?”
Wen Xian calmly looked at the furious Feng Qingying and said: “Even though I know that compared to working hard, being jealous is at least a hundred times easier, almost a completely effortless thing. But even if you’re jealous of me, your situation won’t change at all.”
Feng Qingying’s grip tightened even more. She nearly gnashed her teeth as she said: “Who says I’m jealous of you? I have both my parents, my family is harmonious, my boyfriend is a rich second generation, and my future is bright. I would be jealous of you?”
When she heard those words, Wen Xian’s expression suddenly turned ice-cold. Without hesitation, she raised her other hand and ruthlessly slapped Feng Qingying across the face. Feng Qingying, completely unprepared, took Wen Xian’s slap head-on.
She instinctively let go of Wen Xian and covered her face, her voice trembling: “Wen Xian, what kind of thing do you think you are?”
Just as she was closing in on Wen Xian, intending to fight back, the elevator arrived.
When the door opened, inside stood several Shen Group employees. They all looked surprised at the two women facing off at the elevator door.
Feng Qingying cared about her image in the company in the future. She clenched her teeth and endured the anger, stepping aside two steps to let the people inside the elevator come out first.
Wen Xian, however, didn’t care. She said coldly: “Feng Qingying, if I hear it one more time, I guarantee you won’t find any job in Licheng.”
The Wen family went bankrupt, Wen Tianlin passed away, but the Wen family’s hundred-year reputation did not disappear along with these things. If she wanted to find someone to help make Feng Qingying unable to get a job, it was a very simple matter.
Feng Qingying clenched her fists tightly, while Wen Xian walked into the elevator with no expression.