Luo Ziyu was delighted and got into the car with President An.
Wen Yan: "..."
She insisted on waiting for the person in charge, but it was already midnight and no one had appeared, so she had to go home.
Upon arriving home, the bedroom light was still on, but no one was there.
"Leng Xunze?" Wen Yan called out tentatively.
"Here."
A deep male voice came from the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Wen Yan walked in and saw the bathroom filled with steam. Through the mist, she could still make out the man's tall and well-built physique, with eight-pack abs subtly visible.
A perfect picture of a handsome man emerging from a bath.
"Come and see," Leng Xunze said calmly, noticing Wen Yan staring intently.
Wen Yan snapped back to reality and immediately walked out to close the door.
"Why didn't you say you were taking a bath!" Wen Yan's face was flushed red.
Leng Xunze found it amusing, "Am I supposed to eat in here instead of bathing?"
Wen Yan: "..."
She realized belatedly, "That's not right, you're injured, how can you take a bath? Your wound will get infected!"
The more she spoke, the more anxious she became. Soon, the door opened.
The man walked out, bare-chested. His tanned skin exuded a wild charm, and the bandaged arm made him appear even more masculine.
Wen Yan immediately checked his arm; it was dry.
"Fortunately, it's fine. Don't take a bath again next time."
"It's uncomfortable," the man replied concisely as always.
"Then I'll wash you," Wen Yan said, then realized it wasn't quite right. "Let's wait until your wound heals then. Sit down first, I'll blow-dry your hair."
Leng Xunze grunted in agreement. Wen Yan picked up the hairdryer and began to dry his hair.
Her slender fingers brushed through his short hair as she continued to blow.
She casually picked up a blanket and draped it over him, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Mmm."
"It's almost dry. Let me apply medicine for you." Wen Yan, remembering the doctor's orders, brought the medicine and carefully removed the bandage to apply it.
It took her half an hour to treat the two wounds.
After applying the medicine, a fine layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.
She wiped her face and stood up, only to see Leng Xunze holding his phone and replying to messages.
Wen Yan's peripheral vision caught a woman's avatar.
She subconsciously glanced a few more times.
But...
The language the man was using for his chats was completely incomprehensible to Wen Yan.
Spanish?
Wen Yan couldn't understand a single word.
Yet, they were chatting very rapidly, and Leng Xunze almost replied to her messages instantly.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Leng Xunze replied indifferently, "Just chatting."
"Oh..."
A moment later, Wen Yan asked again, "What are you talking about?"
Her large, watery eyes gazed at him, looking a bit like a neglected puppy, pitifully.
Leng Xunze looked at her with his dark eyes.
Wen Yan pursed her lips, thinking she had overstepped.
"I, I was just asking casually. I'm going to sleep." Wen Yan turned and went to bed.
That's right, her liking him was her own business.
She had no right to pry too much.
However, she couldn't help but keep track of him. In less than two minutes, the man also got into bed and turned off the lights to sleep.
That night, Wen Yan took a long time to fall asleep.
The next morning, she woke up early and made breakfast. While changing Leng Xunze's dressing, she remained silent.
Usually, Wen Yan would initiate conversations.
With her silence, the room was filled with quiet.
Only before leaving did Wen Yan say, "I'm going to work."
Leng Xunze was about to speak, but the door slammed shut.
Leng Xunze: "..."
He slightly furrowed his brows.
Even the most oblivious person could sense her dejection.
But, why?
At Xinghua Company.
"Yuyu, you're amazing. Once you secure Anta, our team will have guaranteed performance," Liu Huanhuan said, sitting next to Luo Ziyu with a smile.
"How did you get to know the boss of Anta? I asked many people last time, but none of them had his contact information," even the designer couldn't help but ask.
Luo Ziyu smiled, "It was actually a coincidence. President An and I share a common hobby, and we got along very well."
Common hobby?
A common hobby with a rich person?
Everyone immediately started speculating.
Furthermore, Luo Ziyu usually wore luxury brands to work, making everyone even more convinced that she must be a young lady from a wealthy family.
"So that's how it is," everyone said meaningfully.
At this moment, Wen Yan walked in.
The gazes of the crowd turned disdainful.
"Oh, isn't this the young lady with the 'Eternal Heart'?"
"Haha, don't be ridiculous, she's just an unfavored daughter."
"What a faker!"
Wen Yan could feel the mocking glances.
After hearing these words, she frowned slightly. An unfavored daughter?
"Wen Yan, so you're the eldest daughter of the Li family, but wasn't your mother divorced? How can you still afford the 'Eternal Heart'?" Yang Qian asked.
Wen Yan's eyes darkened, and she scanned the crowd, "Who said that?"
"I'm sorry, Yan Yan, I accidentally let it slip," Luo Ziyu said apologetically. "I didn't expect you to be a young lady of the Li family either."
"Ziyu, what are you talking about? What eldest daughter? She's just an eldest daughter by name!"
"But her father is Wen Shihao..."
Everyone fell silent, their gazes towards Wen Yan becoming exceptionally complex.
While people in Haicheng might not know about the Li Group, Wen Shihao's reputation was known to all.
He was a famous philanthropist in Haicheng, who had helped many people from mountainous regions get an education and had excellent relations with the government and legal circles. The Wen Group was also a top conglomerate in Haicheng, involved in multiple industries.
To think that Wen Yan was that man's daughter.
Everyone was somewhat shocked.
Wen Yan, however, quietly clenched her fists.
Luo Ziyu's words broke the silence again, "But why did your mother divorce Mr. Wen? Mr. Wen is such a good person... especially known for doting on his wife. He and his current wife often appear together. I used to be so envious, thinking that if I could find such a good man as a husband in the future, it would be a blessing for three lifetimes."
This statement immediately brought everyone back to their senses.
Yes, no matter how capable Wen Shihao was, he wasn't her father anymore.
Yang Qian, regaining her composure, said, "Yes, did something happen that your mother did to offend Mr. Wen?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Wen Yan suddenly became agitated.
"If that's not the case, why are you getting so worked up?" Yang Qian felt she had guessed correctly and became even more contemptuous of Wen Yan, "Mr. Wen is such a good person, he definitely wouldn't have proposed divorce to your mother first. It must be that your mother did something to offend Mr. Wen! To betray such a good person, it's disgusting..."
"Slap!"
The crisp sound of a slap silenced the entire room.
Yang Qian covered her face in disbelief.
"You, you dare to hit me? You lunatic!" Yang Qian angrily tried to hit back.
But Wen Yan, having done housework at home for years, had naturally more strength than an average girl. She grabbed Yang Qian's wrist and unceremoniously flung her away, causing Yang Qian to fall to the ground.
The swiftness of the action stunned everyone.
"If you don't know the whole story, don't judge casually!" Wen Yan's expression was extremely cold.
This was the first time Yang Qian had seen her with such an expression, and she was momentarily intimidated.
However, she quickly regained her composure, "If that's not the case, why are you so enraged! My mother never hit me, and you actually hit me! I will never forgive you!"
Yang Qian stormed into the director's office.
A moment later, the assistant director came out.
Yang Qian pointed at Wen Yan, "Sister Fang, Wen Yan is absolutely detestable. She hit me in front of so many people! Wuwuwuwu."
Lin Fang frowned.
"Wen Yan, what's going on? Between colleagues, why resort to violence?"