Jingxia Rose

Chapter 33: Wishes Fulfilled, Bright Future Awaits
Today, it was a cloudy day in Beijing, with a thick layer of clouds covering the sky, preventing sunlight from penetrating.

Right now, a light drizzle has started outside, making the air feel oppressive.

For example, the somber atmosphere in the office.

Wen Qi was unwilling to budge, so Ji Xuan stubbornly insisted that she could decide to break up, but he still needed to sign off on her resignation.

Once he signs the papers, they will be completely cut off from each other.

After a moment of silence in the office, she asked again, "Are you unhappy that I chose Ye Xueyan to replace me in my position?"

It's clearly not.

He knew she understood, but he deliberately misunderstood and distorted the truth.

Wen Qi's usually aloof and indifferent peach blossom eyes now showed a rare hint of frustration and sadness.

He had always known that Ji Xian was a person with many ideas and opinions.

He used to admire her personality, but later he gradually discovered that she was also very strong-willed, but never sharp-tongued or complaining, and she relied on herself to get through everything.

Just like during her period, when the pain was severe, she didn't utter a sound.

He wasn't the type to cling on relentlessly. Although he was heartbroken and the subtle pain was making it hard for him to breathe, he was completely helpless in the face of Ji Xian's gentle yet resolute approach.

He only said dejectedly, "The person you chose won't be bad."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xian knew that he had agreed, smiled gently, and said sincerely, "Wen Qi, I wish you all your wishes come true."

Wen Qi was stunned again. What did he want?
Now that he has achieved his goal, he is planning to leave him.

How can he possibly get what he wants?
After a long silence, he thought about the blessing he could offer, wishing her to find a good man again.

He suddenly realized that he was quite petty, and he simply couldn't bring himself to say such a thing.

Seeing her turn to leave, he said, "I wish you a bright future."

A deep, husky, and muffled voice slowly rose in the quiet office, gently reaching Ji Xuan's ears.

She paused, her eyes stinging.

Wen Qi stood in front of the desk, his body turned to the side, his eyes fixed on her back, his Adam's apple bobbing several times.

She said, "Yes, thank you."

Finally, she left the office in high heels.

Wen Qi felt that the office suddenly felt much emptier, just like his heart, empty and filled with a loneliness that could never be filled.

In their four years of dating, the only two surprises he gave Ji Xian were the white rose necklace and the engagement ring, but neither was quite what he wanted.

At the very least, the emotions he wanted to convey to her were not understood by Ji Xian.

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Ji Xuan left the office and went back to his workstation to pack his things.

Her workstation was always tidy, and the files were arranged in an orderly manner. She would put things back where they came from, so there would be no mess or things would go missing. She had taught Ye Xueyan these skills.

She didn't have many personal belongings, just two cups, a lumbar support cushion, and a shoulder massager and other small items.

She didn't take anything except the cup.

So she didn't carry the cardboard box, but picked up her bag and prepared to leave. As she took her steps, she glanced deeply in the direction of the office, savoring the blessing he had just given her: "May your future be bright."

A slight smile played on his lips.

Good.

Ye Xueyan happened to be carrying her over when they met eyes and she asked in surprise, "You were transferred today?"

"I resigned."

"What?" Ye Xueyan was stunned, her jaw almost dropping to the ground, looking as if she had suffered a major trauma and shock. "You...you...I...this...isn't..."

Seeing her incoherent speech, Ji Xian smiled, reached out and lifted her chin, then patted her shoulder.

"Keep it up, Mr. Wen... I have high hopes for you, and so do I."

"Oh no, this is so sudden! Wasn't it supposed to be a department transfer? How could this be..."

Ye Xueyan was so anxious that her tongue was practically tied in knots; she didn't even want to take care of herself.

But then she suddenly realized something, paused, and tentatively asked, "You and President Wen..."

Ji Xian smiled but didn't answer. "I'm leaving now. Let's get together often in the future."

Ji Xian left, without a sound.

Even the people in the president's office were caught off guard by her resignation.

It wasn't until the next day, when Ye Xueyan sat down at her workstation, that they realized what had happened and were quite surprised. Soon, the news of Secretary Ji's resignation spread throughout the entire company.

Everyone was surprised and shocked, and they all speculated that perhaps President Wen had dumped her.

On the day Wen Qi was dumped, he sat alone in his office until after 6 p.m., unable to concentrate on anything, and silently watched the rain outside intensify.

His thoughts were interrupted when Yi Xu called, and he began to move again after sitting for several hours.

"It's already 6:30, where are you?" Yi Xu yelled into the phone. "Don't tell me that on such an important day as your proposal, you're still making people work overtime? Are you out of your mind?"

"She resigned," Wen Qi said calmly. "Just close the venue."

After saying that, he didn't explain further and hung up the phone.

When he drove back to Canglan Residence, he hesitated for a moment at the door, hoping that the door was still inside. But before he could raise his hand, the door opened from the inside and almost hit him.

Aunt Zhao was startled. "Young Master, you're back."

"Has Ji Xian come back?" he asked immediately.

Aunt Zhao's expression was complicated upon hearing this, and she sighed, "Miss Ji came back this afternoon, packed some clothes, and said goodbye to us before she left."

He initially thought Ji Xian was going on a business trip when he saw her come back and pack her things, but when he saw her carrying several suitcases down, including her everyday shoes, he realized something was wrong.

She immediately pressed for details, and Ji Xian said gently, "Aunt Zhao, thank you for taking care of me these past two years. I'm afraid we won't have the chance to meet again in the future. Please take good care of yourselves."

I've lived here for two years, so I've accumulated quite a lot of stuff, including several large suitcases.

She was worried she wouldn't be able to move it, so she specifically called a moving company.

Before leaving, a gust of wind blew by, and the crabapple petals swirled and fell among the fine, dense silver threads. Ji Xuan stopped and glanced at them sideways.

The flowers are beautiful.

Aunt Zhao didn't know what had happened and didn't try to stop him, but after Ji Xian left, they vaguely realized that Miss Ji and the young master might have broken up.

Why did they suddenly break up when everything was going so well?
Wen Qi didn't say anything more and went upstairs.

The room was still the same room, but perhaps because of preconceived notions, it felt much emptier, especially the dressing table that had been added two years ago, where everything was gone.

Then she went to the dressing room, where most of the jewelry and watches were still there, including the designer bags he had bought for her.

She didn't even take the Porsche outside with her.

She only took some of the things she had bought herself, along with clothes and shoes.

She moved out of Canglan Residence for good.

Looking at the cabinet, which was mostly empty, Wen Qi felt even emptier inside.

(End of this chapter)