"I only like you," Leng Xunze said instead.
The five words were neither heavy nor light, and Wen Yan looked at him, her breath catching.
"Hmph..." Her fair face flushed prettily. The man laughed heartily, pulling her even tighter, and sought her lips.
Warmth pressed against her. Wen Yan's eyes widened, her heartbeat losing its rhythm.
But she quickly reacted and Wen Yan tried to push him away.
"Mmmph..."
Someone...
A few seconds later, the man reluctantly released her. Wen Yan looked in the mirror and saw her lipstick had been completely smudged. She gave him a slightly annoyed look and took out her lipstick to reapply.
Back in the private room.
An Xi Leng saw her perfectly applied lipstick at a glance. But her lipstick had been smudged when she was eating earlier. Why was it suddenly full again? He looked at Leng Xunze, a flicker in his eyes.
The meal ended, and everyone went home.
Wen Yan immediately took a shower. As soon as she turned on the shower, someone barged in.
"What are you doing? I'm showering."
"I know. Together."
"Dream on!" Wen Yan was extremely shy, covering her body. The man walked over and pulled the soft girl into his arms. "Baby, we need to save water."
"I..."
You pervert, even if you want to save water, it shouldn't be like this!
Soon, different sounds of water echoed from the bathroom.
The next day at work, Wen Yan felt a terrible ache in her waist.
Many people came to congratulate Wen Yan.
Her design yesterday had once again refreshed everyone's eyes.
"Wen Yan, I forgot to tell you. Yesterday, Wen Ya gave me twenty-five million to order clothes."
Liu Huanhuan came in, looking at Wen Yan smugly, her eyes dismissive, as if she had already won.
She had won last time, and this time would be the same.
Wen Yan glanced at Liu Huanhuan. "Wen Ya really likes your designs to buy so many clothes to collect."
She was clearly not wanting her to win.
"That's not important. What's important is that my performance has surpassed yours." Liu Huanhuan's lips curved into a smug smile.
Seeing everyone surrounding Wen Yan with congratulations made Liu Huanhuan extremely uncomfortable.
As interns, she had always been the most noticed. But now it was Wen Yan? She absolutely couldn't accept it.
Just as Wen Yan was about to say something, her phone vibrated with a message.
She looked at the message and smiled.
She picked it up and showed it to Liu Huanhuan. "Sorry, I'm still slightly ahead of you. My earnings are thirty million."
The remaining ten million was from Leng Xunze.
Liu Huanhuan's vision went black, and she almost fell to her knees.
Wen Yan didn't feel any excitement from striking down Liu Huanhuan. The person behind her was Wen Ya, so she quickly shared this good news with Wen Ya.
Wen Ya was happy when she received the call.
"Sister, you finally called me."
But after hearing what she said, she fell silent.
However, Wen Ya, who was always good at pretending, quickly resumed a happy tone. "Sister, I'm happy you won. I just don't think it's necessary to push your colleagues to that extent."
"I never forced anyone. Whether or not they fulfill their promise is their own business."
After speaking, Wen Yan hung up.
She hadn't forced Liu Huanhuan to leave. In her eyes, Liu Huanhuan was insignificant.
Liu Huanhuan didn't mention the bet again.
Although the other colleagues didn't say anything, their gazes towards her had changed. Liu Huanhuan was the one who made the bet, and she was so confident she would win, but she lost. And she didn't fulfill her promise.
Liu Huanhuan, however, felt terrible. She had actually been waiting for Wen Yan to come and force her to leave, so she could play the victim and, as Wen Ya had instructed, accuse Wen Yan of seducing men.
But Wen Yan did nothing.
She felt extremely uncomfortable under everyone's scrutinizing gaze.
Her heart was filled with anger.
This bitch was definitely doing it on purpose.
She wanted to feign retreat to advance!
In just a few days, the attitudes of everyone changed dramatically. More and more people were willing to interact with Wen Yan, and they spoke to Liu Huanhuan less and less.
Wen Yan worked during the day, cooked at home in the evening, and watched TV with Leng Xunze.
Gradually, she began to live the life she desired.
But happiness that was hard-won was always interrupted.
Li Qiuyun had been calling Wen Yan and crying for the past few days.
"Yan Yan, your brother is dying. The doctor has given a final ultimatum. If a suitable heart isn't found within a week, we'll have to prepare a funeral for your brother!"
Wen Yan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Her good mood vanished instantly.
She tried desperately to find a solution, asking everyone who could help, but it was still no use. Hearts weren't that easy to find. This feeling of powerlessness enveloped Wen Yan. As time grew closer, Wen Yan's mood became increasingly chaotic. The thought of her brother not surviving...
She wished she could give her own life to her brother.
In the blink of an eye, only the last day of the week remained.
Wen Yan had no mood to work and went to the hospital.
In the ward, Li Qiuyun was crying non-stop.
"Ziyu, my Ziyu, why is your life so bitter!"
"It's my fault, Mom. I didn't take good care of you."
Wen Yan's eyes were also red. She stood by the bedside, stroking her brother's thin face. How lively and cheerful her brother used to be.
Now, he lay on the bed. She could feel her brother's life slowly slipping away under her fingertips.
"Drip..."
Tears fell onto her arm.
"A'yu..." Wen Yan couldn't help but call out.
Just then, the man's eyelashes suddenly twitched.
Wen Yan's eyes widened instantly, staring intently at Wen Ziyu.
The next second, Wen Ziyu actually slowly opened his eyes!
Those beautiful eyes were amber. Despite his severe illness, his gaze was filled with tenderness, like the twilight of a setting sun.
Meeting those eyes, Wen Yan's tears instantly fell even harder.
"A'yu!" Wen Yan cried, tears streaming down her face.
Li Qiuyun was almost frantic. "Ziyu, you're awake, you're awake! I'll go call the doctor!"
She ran out quickly.
But Wen Yan knew very well.
This was a moment of final resurgence for Wen Ziyu.
Her tears fell even harder. She gently stroked her brother's face. "Ziyu, how do you feel?"
Wen Ziyu looked at her, his voice gentle. "Sister. I... I feel very good."
Having not spoken for many years, Wen Ziyu's speech was a little slurred.
But that one word, "Sister," pierced Wen Yan's heart and deeply pained her.
"It's my fault, Sister. Sister couldn't find a suitable donor!" Wen Yan felt guilty towards him.
"Sister is already very good." Wen Ziyu looked at her gently and said with effort, "Sister, have you achieved your dream now?"
Wen Yan was slightly taken aback.
His eyes seemed to reflect the entire sunset, and in the sunset, Wen Yan's shadow was clearly visible. "Sister, didn't you always dream of becoming a fashion designer?"
When they were children, Wen Yan often took scraps of fabric to make dresses for her dolls.
She even sewed clothes for Wen Ziyu.
Although they were crooked, Wen Ziyu wore them without complaint.
So much time had passed, and he remembered all of it.
Wen Yan's eyes stung, her heart ached more, and she had difficulty breathing, unable to speak.
But Wen Ziyu looked at his sister with concern. "Sister... it's okay. I, I think your designs are great!"
After saying that, he even struggled to raise his hand and gave a thumbs-up.
In an instant, Wen Yan burst into tears.