In a blink, it was already near the end of the month. Compared to Zhuo Xiangshuang’s excitement, Wen Xian could not bring herself to feel any energy at all. After finishing today’s work, she listlessly laid on the desk.
Zhuo Xiangshuang worriedly glanced at Wen Xian: “Xian Xian, what’s wrong with you lately?”
Wen Xian lazily lifted her hand, weakly said: “It’s nothing, maybe my period is coming soon. Whatever I do just feels tiring. I don’t even want to go to class tonight.”
After spending time together these days, Zhuo Xiangshuang also knew Wen Xian was learning to draw. She thought for a moment, comforted: “Tomorrow night you don’t have to go to class. After the bidding meeting ends, our department is going to the dinner banquet together. Do you remember?”
Wen Xian drooped her eyelids, muffled: “I don’t want to go.”
Zhuo Xiangshuang said with difficulty: “I’m afraid that’s not possible. I heard they require our whole department to attend. If even one person is missing, the whole department’s bonus will get deducted.”
Wen Xian: “…….”
Wen Xian was so angry she immediately sat up, furiously slapped the desk: “This dog thing ah ah ah! Tomorrow when I see him I must bite him to death!”
Zhuo Xiangshuang let out a faint sigh. Wen Xian was going crazy lately, her mood swinging unpredictably.
But no matter how much Wen Xian resisted in her heart, the banquet still arrived as usual.
She wore a small formal dress, holding onto Zhuo Xiangshuang as they walked into the banquet hall. All along the way there were beautifully dressed women like blossoming flowers.
Wen Xian walked straight ahead without looking left or right, sitting down at their department’s dining table, in her ears were the girls’ excited yet suppressed conversations.
“Did you all see President Shen at the bidding meeting this afternoon?”
“Saw him, wuwuwu, what kind of peerless handsome guy is this, I’m dead.”
“I really can!!”
“Can your ass, you can. Is this kind of immortal someone we can desecrate?”
“Ah ah ah ah ah I want to see him in a state of passion and disorder, white shirt, black tie, collar loosened, collarbone faintly showing…”
Wen Xian: “……”
Zhuo Xiangshuang kept shaking her head: “Look at these sisters, each and every one looks like a fairy, but listen, what are they all saying now? Is President Shen our pre-meal conversation topic? Of course he is!”
Wen Xian silently took a sip of water.
Because there was a dance after the banquet, most of the women at the table only very reservedly drank a little champagne. The dishes on the table were untouched, only Wen Xian was puffing out her cheeks, eating nonstop.
Zhuo Xiangshuang awkwardly felt the constant glances sweeping over them from others. She couldn’t help poking Wen Xian, softly said: “Xian Xian, there’s still dancing later, are you okay eating so much?”
Wen Xian nodded as a matter of course: “Of course.”
Zhuo Xiangshuang lightly coughed once, she stopped Wen Xian’s action of picking up food: “No, you don’t want to eat anymore, you’re full.”
Wen Xian’s face was full of confusion: “……”
At eight in the evening, the ball started on time. But the Shen President that everyone was looking forward to did not appear in the banquet hall. Even during dinner just now, no one saw his figure, quite a few people wore faces of disappointment.
Wen Xian also quietly let out a breath of relief.
Zhuo Xiangshuang had already found a dance partner, while Wen Xian took the opportunity to slip away to a small balcony on the side. She left the glass door slightly ajar and sat down on the swing chair on the balcony.
Wen Xian tilted her head, leaning against the chair, gazing at the high-hanging moon in the sky.
Tonight’s full moon was faintly visible within the layered clouds. The wind blew apart the gathered clouds, the clouds like vast and misty fog gradually scattering, the bright moon gradually appearing.
In the hot summer wind there was a slightly heated restless feeling, the tree branches and leaves lightly swayed, shadows on the ground layered upon each other.
Wen Xian rarely had time belonging to herself this quiet. At the company, she needed to interact with colleagues; at home, the servants surrounded her; even when sleeping, the two little ones clung to her.
Their existence let her think of Shen Lingge as little as possible.
But tonight, almost everyone kept mentioning Shen Lingge in her ear, and it was also through them that she gradually understood that originally the distance between Shen Lingge and herself was as far as heaven and earth.
It was Yu that entangled the destinies that originally would not have intersected.
Just as Wen Xian was lost in thought, the slightly ajar door on the balcony was pushed open. She instinctively turned her head to look, with an expectation in her eyes even she herself had not noticed.
But it was Qin Zan who pushed the door and entered, and he saw it.
Wen Xian raised her little face to look at him, in her clear pupils there seemed to reflect scattered starlight, but the water-bright shine in her eyes dimmed the instant they touched him.
Qin Zan’s gaze darkened slightly.
He handed the juice in his hand to her, his voice low: “Xian Xian, long time no see.”
Wen Xian raised her hand to take that glass of peach juice, softly called: “Qin Dage.”
She dazedly looked at the dreamy pink color inside the transparent cup. This was the juice she used to love drinking most; she didn’t expect that even these little things Qin Zan still remembered.
Qin Zan sat down beside Wen Xian. He gazed into the deep blue night. After quite a while, he withdrew his gaze, tilted his head to look at Wen Xian biting on the straw and asked: “Has work been going smoothly lately?”
Wen Xian nodded: “Mm, the company and colleagues are all very good.”
Qin Zan didn’t tell Wen Xian that he was the president behind Benoy, only said: “That’s good then. If you’re not happy, consider changing environments. In recent years there are many emerging enterprises in Licheng. You don’t have to worry about running into people from the old circle.”
Wen Xian didn’t pick up on Qin Zan’s words, instead switched topics: “Qin Dage, did you also come tonight for cooperation with Shen Group?”
Qin Zan stared at her for a moment, then slowly said: “No.”
Just wanted to see you.
Wen Xian was just about to say something when another uninvited guest barged onto the already not-spacious balcony. Shen Lingge stood amidst the sharp night, looking at them with an icy gaze.
Wen Xian: “……”
Qin Zan unhurriedly stood up, as if not seeing Shen Lingge standing not far away at all. He walked step by step to stand in front of Wen Xian, then slightly leaned down close to Wen Xian’s ear: “Xian Xian, these days when you go home, pay attention to safety, be careful of strangers.”
Wen Xian was stunned, she did not know why Qin Zan suddenly said these things to her.
And Qin Zan, after saying that, lifted his steps and left. From beginning to end, he did not even glance at Shen Lingge, not even bothering to greet.
Shen Lingge’s black eyes were like ink, his gaze gloomy as he stared at Wen Xian sitting on the swing. He had looked for her all night, and in the end, she was hiding here alone together with Qin Zan.
The moment she saw him, she unnaturally moved her gaze away.
Shen Lingge only felt that the fire he had been suppressing these days was burning more and more fiercely, almost about to devour his reason.
In the silence, the man’s low voice sounded: “Xian Xian, in a while you better not struggle, everyone will be watching you.”
Before Wen Xian could react, she was carried up horizontally by Shen Lingge who strode over. He didn’t care if anyone at the banquet would see, lifted his steps and carried Wen Xian directly into the banquet hall filled with pouring light.
Wen Xian’s whole body stiffened in Shen Lingge’s arms. She had just wanted to struggle when she heard the man’s low voice with a smile: “Xian Xian, if you move again everyone will look over, your peaceful days after this will be gone.”
Wen Xian: “……”
Wen Xian hatefully buried her head in Shen Lingge’s arms. She was so angry she simply raised her hand to pull open his suit jacket, attempting to bite him hard through the shirt. But his chest muscles were all firm and hard, she gnawed for a long time without biting into a single piece of flesh.
Different from Wen Xian’s feelings.
Shen Lingge only felt the little girl’s warm lips rubbing against him through the shirt, the biting strength not even as strong as Qiuqiu, but she just wouldn’t give up, noisily making trouble at his chest.
He frowned and lightly patted her calf: “Not allowed to be naughty.”
Wen Xian had enough of Shen Lingge’s threats these days. At every turn it was eating rabbits or dismissing people, now it even escalated to threatening her future life. She was both angry and anxious.
Unable to bite Shen Lingge, she started using her hands again. Her slender fingertips undid his buttons a few times, slipping in and starting to pinch the flesh at his waist. But she found aggrievedly that his waist’s flesh was also hard.
Wen Xian pouted. She felt so bitter, wuwuwu.
Shen Lingge directly carried Wen Xian out to the hotel entrance. The driver was already waiting outside.
Not until putting Wen Xian into the car did Shen Lingge release her. He panted slightly as he glanced at her, black eyes faintly hot, hoarsely asked: “Have you been eating properly lately? You’ve gotten lighter again.”
Wen Xian shrank into the corner, stubbornly not looking at him, her voice muffled: “Don’t need you to care.”
Shen Lingge was practically about to laugh from anger. He signaled the driver to put up the partition, his tall figure already pressing toward Wen Xian who shrank to the side in the nearly suffocating atmosphere.
Wen Xian instinctively raised her eyes to look at him. Her heart tightened.
At this moment, Shen Lingge’s gaze was a bit scary to her. He looked like he was hunting, the highly aggressive gaze constantly circling over her face, the suppressed darkness in his eyes deeper than the night.
Wen Xian wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide.
Shen Lingge raised his hand to pinch her chin, voice low: “Xian Xian, I don’t want to be fierce with you. So you better tell me, what did Qin Zan just say to you? Otherwise, I don’t know what I might do.”
Wen Xian had just wanted to reach out and push him when her hands were firmly grasped by his large palms.
For a moment, Wen Xian felt somewhat on the verge of collapse. She forcefully controlled her own emotions and said: “Do you know how scared I am? Do you know how guilty I feel? Isn’t it good for our lives to slowly return to before now?”
Shen Lingge clenched his teeth tightly, word by word asked: “You regret it?”
Before Wen Xian could answer, Shen Lingge was already staring dead at her. His voice was hoarse and panicked: “Wen Xian, no one can walk away unscathed after provoking me. Don’t forget how I came to your side.”
The grievance and fear Wen Xian had been holding in her heart completely surged out at this moment. She cried and said: “It’s me who did wrong, what exactly do you want, I can’t give you anything.”
Shen Lingge lightly laughed, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face: “Xian Xian, I don’t want anything, everything I give you is yours. That secret of yours, I have no interest either, I only want you.”
Wen Xian, eyes misted with tears, looked at Shen Lingge in front of her, softly sobbing: “What did you say?”
Shen Lingge slightly exerted strength and lifted her chin. For a moment, their distance was only within breathing entwined. He lowered his eyes and stared at her lips for a while, he lightly sighed: “I like you, so I want you.”
He closed his eyes, with utmost gentleness pressed a kiss onto the corner of her soft lips.
Shen Lingge repeated hoarsely: “Want you.”