When Wen Xian and Shen Lingge were sitting together at the dining table eating, within Licheng’s circle there was also quietly spreading a piece of news, the cause was that yesterday someone saw there was a motorcade entering Wen Mountain.
Not-Night Licheng (37)
Xxx: Wo ri [I fuck], yesterday I was driving past the foot of Wen Mountain, saw a motorcade driving into Wen Mountain, all a row of luxury cars.
Xxx: Wen Xian sold the house?
Xxx: Impossible, in the first half of the year my dad even had someone go ask, she said not selling.
Xxx: She moved back to live there?
Xxx: Possible ah, I heard she every year is paying maintenance fees.
Xxx: Niu ah [Awesome], guessing her dad left her quite a bit of money.
Xxx: Even if Wen Corporation went bankrupt, Wen Tianlin’s money for raising his daughter definitely kept.
Xxx: Then where did that row of luxury cars come from?
Xxx: You think for yourself.
Xxx: I have a not very good idea.
Xxx: Qin Song is also in the group, you all be careful.
Xxx: I withdraw.
Even though the person who sent the message already withdrew, but the news of luxury cars driving into Wen Mountain had already been screenshotted by several people and sent out, now within the circle there was all the rumor that Wen Xian after dissolving the marriage contract with the Qin family had found a mysterious boyfriend.
Saying it nicely is mysterious boyfriend, but doesn’t stop people from thinking in other directions.
So spreading and spreading, this news became Wen Xian after dissolving the marriage contract with Qin Song couldn’t wait to find a jin zhu [literally: gold master, slang for sugar daddy], after all now Qin Song in the Qin family does not have real power.
What is more reliable than real gold and white silver.
And at the center of their topic, the person involved Wen Xian at this time was distressed about what she should draw.
Shen Lingge took a sip of coffee, looking at Wen Xian across from him looking distracted, he lightly tapped the table: “Wen Xian, eat properly.”
Wen Xian raised her eyes to look at him once, testingly said: “Gege, how about I draw you? I think my skill at drawing people is quite good, although I haven’t learned before, but my works are very outstanding.”
Her outstanding work at this time was sitting properly right across from her.
Wen Xian propped her chin, her gaze drifting again and again onto Shen Lingge’s face, at first Shen Lingge could still pretend as if nothing was happening, but Wen Xian didn’t know to stop when it was good.
He put down his cup, frowning as he scolded her: “Wen Xian, if you still don’t eat properly I’ll also bring Wen Xianxian back to Licheng.”
Wen Xian widened her eyes, she protested: “You’re either using Zanzan to threaten me, or using Wen Xianxian to threaten me. Between us two, who exactly is the child? Are you childish or not?”
Shen Lingge’s temple slightly twitched: “Are you eating or not?”
At this time, Duoduo who had been waiting to the side all along covered her mouth and laughed silently once, then she walked to Wen Xian’s side, bent down and said softly: “Xiao Jie [Young Miss], these breakfasts were all made by the chef who got up early for you, he’s been in the back kitchen worrying whether you would like them or not.”
Wen Xian hurriedly picked up the chopsticks, she looked at Duoduo and explained: “I like them very much, especially delicious, I will now eat seriously.”
Duoduo gently curved her lips: “Young Miss is very well-behaved.”
Wen Xian lifted her small face, her brows and eyes curved as she smiled at Duoduo: “I will definitely finish eating all of it.”
Shen Lingge, who had witnessed the whole process from across: “……”
He felt he was very wronged.
After finishing breakfast, Shen Lingge sat on the sofa holding a tablet.
Before eating breakfast, he had gone to take a shower. At this moment, his black hair still carried damp moisture, the hair in front of his forehead was casually pushed back by him, his wide and full forehead and clear and handsome brows and eyes clearly visible.
And across from him, Wen Xian was sitting cross-legged staring at him, she was holding a drawing board, her right hand holding a pencil.
Shen Lingge unintentionally raised his eyes and glanced at her once, he discovered Wen Xian today unexpectedly was not using that worn-out pen of hers, he raised his brows and asked: “Today not using your treasure pen?”
The treasure pen quietly puffed out its chest.
Wen Xian’s big eyes blinked twice, muttering: “That pen can’t be used for drawing.”
As she spoke, she raised her voice domineeringly: “You’re not allowed to move, I’m going to draw you now!”
Shen Lingge withdrew his gaze, continuing to read the company’s weekly report, but not long after his thoughts drifted to Wen Xian’s work.
He felt he was really worrying to pieces, letting her go to other companies he was afraid she would be bullied, letting her go to Shen Group he was afraid others would exclude her, he really didn’t know how she had made it through all these years.
Wen Xian applied for a translation assistant job, this job even required frequent business trips, no matter how Shen Lingge thought he couldn’t feel assured.
He even wanted to drag her back to Mingcheng to watch her with his own eyes.
Now hearing Wen Xian say she wanted to be a painter in the future, Shen Lingge instead felt a breath of relief. If she liked painting, then he would support her to paint, let her hold a personal exhibition.
As long as she liked it.
For Shen Lingge, in this world there was nothing money couldn’t accomplish. If it couldn’t be accomplished, then it must be that the money was not yet enough.
But Shen Lingge’s way of thinking only lasted until he saw Wen Xian’s drawing.
In the luxurious living room, the clear and handsome man and the delicate young maid silently watched Wen Xian holding up the painting above her head, Wen Xian smiling happily, while the opposite of her was like a frozen frame.
Shen Lingge almost choked on a breath stuck in his throat.
After a moment of silence, Duoduo suddenly said: “Young Miss, you really drew so well, I can tell at a glance this is Young Master. Young Master must really like it, Young Master, don’t you think so?”
Shen Lingge: “……”
He was wrong. In this world, there absolutely were things money could not accomplish.
On the drawing Wen Xian held above her head was drawn a “Shen Lingge” similar to a stick figure. His face looked like a flat and round potato, on his matchstick hand he was even holding a rectangular thing.
Shen Lingge expressionlessly said: “You made me sit here not moving for half an hour, and you drew this out?”
Wen Xian blinked her eyes: “I drew very seriously, Gege, this really is you.”
Yu: “……”
Wen Xian patted her small chest: “How is it? Even Duoduo could tell it’s you, it shows my level has already reached supernatural. Just a few strokes and I sketched you out.”
She put down the drawing and admired it for a while, sighing with emotion: “Looks like these four years of me learning drawing really had results, I’ll go reward that up master later to thank him.”
Shen Lingge felt his head hurt very much. After calming down his mood, he suggested: “If you… if you really want to be a painter, I’ll sign you up for a class to learn, no need to rush to find a job.”
Wen Xian: “I can work during the day, and at night go learn painting, both sides won’t get delayed.”
Thinking about it, letting Wen Xian stay at home doing nothing she definitely wouldn’t be willing. Thinking over and over, Shen Lingge still planned to throw her into Shen Corporation, at least there would be people watching, he could know what she was doing at any time.
Thinking this, Shen Lingge sent a message to the butler.
[Shen Lingge: Find an art class in Licheng, suitable for beginners.]
[Butler: Young Master, one-on-one mode?]
[Shen Lingge: No need.]
[Butler: Is it the child from last time who had a nightmare?]
[Shen Lingge: Mm.]
At this time, Shen Lingge and the butler were completely unaware that their understanding of the word “child” was completely different.
In Shen Lingge’s eyes, Wen Xian was a silly little child. But in the butler’s eyes, Wen Xian was a five or six-year-old child.
…
Wen Xian received a call from Shen Corporation right before preparing to take a nap. Their attitude was much gentler than Wen Xian had expected. In the end, Wen Xian made an appointment with them to go for an interview tomorrow afternoon.
So Wen Xian, who had originally been preparing to sleep, also lost the desire to sleep, pulling Duoduo into the cloakroom.
Wen Xian’s cloakroom was filled with rows of clothes hanging, but most were her old clothes. Now, she didn’t have many clothes, and most were ones she had drawn herself.
Duoduo picked up one of the dresses and asked: “Young Miss, whose design is this work? The cross collar design is natural, the lacing at the back looks fresh and playful, very suitable for Young Miss.”
Wen Xian looked at the small snowflake on the hem of the skirt, feeling a little guilty, she said: “Duoduo, this is a dress I designed myself, not a designer’s work, I just wear it for fun.”
Hearing this, Duoduo’s eyes revealed a trace of surprise. She walked to that row of clothes in front, and discovered that on most of the clothes there were small snowflakes embroidered, which meant these clothes were all designed by Wen Xian herself.
Among them was a trailing slim-fit formal dress with a strapless design, the lines classical and luxurious. The clear blue wasn’t like a sunny day’s sky, more like a moonlit night brushed by a gentle breeze. The lotus-pod skirt hem was a faint gray, as if moonlight poured onto this skirt.
Duoduo couldn’t help but sigh: “Truly beautiful.”
After speaking, Duoduo looked toward Wen Xian. She asked in a warm voice: “Young Miss, have you considered becoming a fashion designer?”
Wen Xian was stunned: “Fashion designer?”
Duoduo smiled lightly: “Yes, you can create your own brand. For others, perhaps it would be very difficult, but for you, it’s completely possible to reach the top in one step.”
There is nothing Shen Lingge cannot accomplish.
Wen Xian pursed her lips, softly said: “I haven’t thought about this question. Actually, me designing clothes myself was also an accident. I still like my current major.”
Duoduo put the clothes back, she gently smiled: “Young Miss’s happiness is the most important. Now let me see what clothes Young Miss should wear for tomorrow’s interview.”
Wen Xian nodded.
–
Qin Corporation.
Qin Zan’s office was just like his person, aside from black and white, there was no extra color appearing here. Even a pot of green plant was not in his office.
“Bang—”
The door of his office was knocked on.
Qin Zan did not raise his head: “Come in.”
The one who entered was Qin Zan’s personal assistant. His salary came from Qin Zan’s personal account. In strict terms, he was not an employee of Qin Corporation, but an employee belonging only to Qin Zan.
The assistant walked to stand in front of Qin Zan, bending down and speaking softly: “Sir, news came from that side, saying Miss Wen submitted a resume to them.”
Qin Zan’s movement suddenly stopped. He raised his eyes to look at the assistant: “When did this happen?”
The assistant replied: “Yesterday morning, Miss Wen sent an email to the human resources department. This morning, the HR department contacted Miss Wen. They arranged an interview for tomorrow morning.”
The cold and hard lines on Qin Zan’s face softened for a moment: “Which position did she apply for?”
Assistant: “Your translation assistant.”
After a brief silence, Qin Zan suddenly let out a light laugh, but this laugh disappeared in an instant. The assistant remained bent at the waist, as if he did not notice Qin Zan’s laugh at all.
Qin Zan slightly nodded: “Tomorrow, I’ll personally go over.”
The assistant nodded: “I’ll go prepare now.”
After confirming Qin Zan had no other instructions, the assistant gently closed the door and left the office. He never once raised his head to look at Qin Zan. He knew clearly that the man inside was just like a robot.
Precise, self-disciplined.
Without emotions.
—
The sun set in the west, the sky gradually darkened.
The summer night’s wind attempted to blow away the remaining heat left by the sun. The slightly cool wind brushed past the carefully tended rose garden, faint floral fragrance gradually drifting into the courtyard where Wen Xian was resting.
She lay on an outdoor lounge chair, covered with a thin blanket, her eyes already closed, having fallen into a deep sleep.
By Wen Xian’s side sat two young maid sisters. They gently fanned her with fans. Although they had no way to inquire about Wen Xian’s background, the butler’s words still revealed some things, letting them know to avoid mentioning Young Miss’s parents as much as possible.
In private, they all felt very heartache. Because even though life did not treat her very gently, Wen Xian still worked hard to live. Her heart remained as soft as before.
She was the best employer they had ever met.
Shen Lingge sat on the second floor balcony. On the table was an ultra-thin laptop. By his right hand was a cup of clear tea. From his position, he could just see the garden below and Wen Xian.
The cold-faced man spoke fluent London-accent English. On the screen, there were several small windows, inside were people of different skin colors from different countries. He was holding a multinational video conference.
Shen Corporation had opened up a new overseas market in the first half of the year. In the second half, Shen Lingge had to personally go inspect the projects. After today’s meeting, he was going to finalize the schedule.
This meant, in the second half of the year, he would be very busy.
Half an hour later, Shen Lingge closed the laptop. He stood up and walked to the railing, his gaze falling onto the sleeping Wen Xian.
At this moment, the sky was already dark. Tonight there was no moon, only a few scattered stars scattered in the curtain-like night sky. When the dim light shone onto Wen Xian’s body, that bit of brightness seemed to become a little more dazzling.
Shen Lingge only lowered his eyes to look for a moment before calling out: “Wake her up.”
Upon hearing this, the maids exchanged glances. They all felt their young master was too heartless. Such a delicate and beautiful sleeping beauty lay before him, and his first thought was actually to wake her up.
Just in time, Duoduo who happened to pass by and heard this sentence curved her lips and smiled: “Wake up Young Miss. Otherwise, she won’t be able to sleep at night. Young Miss still has to get up early for an interview tomorrow.”
Wen Xian experienced the high-class treatment of waking up in the evening to the soft voices of pretty young ladies.
She blinked her eyes sleepily, by her ears were their light whispers: “Young Miss, the chef prepared for you caramel carrot cake, and also lime cream steamed crab.”
Wen Xian subconsciously licked her lips. In the end, under the temptation of delicious food, she still got up.
On the way walking back to the main building, Wen Xian thought with a bit of distress, feeling that ever since so many people came to the house, she was becoming more and more degenerate, living even more luxuriously than when she was at home before.
Although Wen Tianlin and Chang Shuang would fulfill all her requests, Wen Xian was a person easily satisfied. In the past, apart from the guards, there were not more than ten servants in their house.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all personally made by Chang Shuang. She liked watching them eat the dishes she cooked.
And now, Wen Xian’s life was almost completely filled by these attentive and gentle maids. What Shen Lingge said wasn’t wrong—she really didn’t feel scared at all. They treated her just as gently as Chang Shuang.
Especially Duoduo, who indulged her without any bottom line.
Wen Xian pressed her lips together, not knowing whether this kind of change was good or bad for her.
It had not been easy for her to break free from her past life. In the long life ahead there were so many unknown accidents, she even worried that she might lose Shen Lingge.
But whether it was Shen Lingge or Duoduo, they both gave her life a new meaning.
Those feelings of longing and sadness were gradually replaced by warmth.
Wen Xian slowly walked from the pitch-black night into the brightly lit main building. The light cast from the living room gently spilled onto the path outside, the entrance hall’s door was open.
Wen Xianxian’s calls drifted out along with the wind, and through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows she could see Shen Lingge sitting on the sofa together with Qiuqiu, not far away Zanzan was strolling around in its little villa.
Everything now, was in a beautiful state.
Wen Xian sighed lightly—since it had come, then let it be.
—
“Ah—”
With a scream, Wen Xian rushed downstairs in a hurry, angrily hugging her bag as she stomped to the dining table. Shen Lingge was calmly eating breakfast.
She glared at him: “Why did you have Duoduo turn off my alarm clock!”
Shen Lingge lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at her, then lowered his eyes again to glance at the watch on his hand: “You still have ten minutes left to eat breakfast. Driving over takes half an hour. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be late.”
Wen Xian sat down on the chair, taking a fierce bite of the soup dumpling in her mouth: “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You just don’t want me to go to that company for an interview, right? What kind of soup did Shen Corporation feed you?!”
Shen Lingge had a completely indifferent face, his voice cool: “Who was it that stayed up until two in the morning scrolling Weibo, and that’s not all—even sneaked downstairs in the middle of the night to cook a bowl of spicy turkey noodles.”
Wen Xian: “……”
She had obviously moved very quietly downstairs, and after cooking the noodles, she had even gotten rid of all the evidence, the bowl was washed clean.
She stiffly said: “I didn’t!”
Duoduo bent down and softly said: “Young Miss, this morning the servant who came to handle the trash saw the packaging bag.”
Wen Xian said discontentedly: “Gege! This is an invasion of my privacy! I want to defend my rights!”
Shen Lingge didn’t even lift his head, looking at the tablet in his hand, not giving her the slightest bit of attention.
Duoduo helplessly curved her lips: “Young Miss, if you don’t hurry up and eat, you’ll really be late. After getting in the car, you still need to put on makeup.”
When Wen Xian heard this, she stopped talking, lowered her head and seriously ate breakfast, only occasionally sending Shen Lingge a few eye knives.
After finishing breakfast, Wen Xian grabbed a can of milk and hurriedly ran toward the door. After going out, she instinctively started looking for her Mini, but Duoduo and the stylist jiejie Tiantian were taking her toward the direction of the fountain.
Wen Xian followed that direction with her gaze. A brand-new Maybach was parked not far away, the driver waiting by the door.
She sharply noticed that this Maybach was exactly the same model as Qin Zan’s. Shen Lingge was really too petty.
Wen Xian: “……”
Wen Xian hesitated and said: “Wouldn’t going to an interview like this be a little too exaggerated? Duoduo, I’ll just drive my little Mini, I’ll just casually put on light makeup downstairs.”
Duoduo pulled her toward the car: “Young Miss, if you hesitate any more you’ll be late.”
Even after getting in the car, Wen Xian was still completely bewildered. This wasn’t just drawing a boyfriend out—she had drawn out a whole gold mountain.
Wen Xian took out her phone and started questioning Shen Lingge.
[Wen Xian: Don’t tell me this car was also arranged for you by Mister Chi.]
[Shen Lingge: To tell you the truth, actually I am Shen Lingge himself.]
[Wen Xian: You’re getting better and better at lying! Be honest and confess!]
[Shen Lingge: ……]
[Shen Lingge: Mister Chi said the cars he has in Licheng are at my disposal. After all, once he returns, I have to be on standby 24 hours a day as his personal bodyguard, available any time day or night.]
[Wen Xian: Do you think Mister Chi’s side is still hiring? Do you think I’ll do?]
[Shen Lingge: Finished putting on makeup?]
[Wen Xian: Aaaaaaaah.]
[Shen Lingge: Good luck on the interview.]
[Wen Xian: Hmph.]
[Wen Xian: Sooner or later I’ll drag you out!]