Jingxia Rose

Chapter 4 004: The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

Wen Qi has always been a person of integrity. In recent years, apart from Ji Xian, he has had no other women by his side, and he has never been involved in any scandals with anyone.

Now, a woman other than Ji Xian has brazenly appeared in his room.

It's hard not to let your imagination run wild.

Everyone was wondering if Wen Qi and Ji Xuan had broken up.
Ji Xuan, as his girlfriend, remained completely calm, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Noticing the intense, inquisitive gazes of the crowd, she glanced sideways, her tone calm yet tinged with doubt, "Manager Yu?"

Just then, Wen Qi, who was in the video frame, also looked over. His cool voice was even more imposing than Ji Xuan's. "What?"

Just those two words were enough to make everyone break out in a cold sweat, and they all turned their gaze away from Ji Xuan and continued the report that had just been interrupted.

The atmosphere in the meeting room returned to its previous seriousness.

An hour later, the meeting ended, and everyone else quickly packed up their computers, pens, and documents and got up to leave.

Ji Xuan picked up the tablet, lowered her eyes, and waited silently when she saw that the video call had not ended.

The two looked at each other across the screen, seemingly very close.

Besides his handsome and refined face, Wen Qi also had a pair of deep and mysterious peach blossom eyes, which seemed to hide a lot of affection, enticing people to fall into the love net he unintentionally wove.

Even knowing there would be danger, they were still happy to do it.

That's how she got into that mess.

She recognized the woman's voice as soon as it appeared in the video.

That was Ruan Zheng's voice.

Although I've long since learned to remain calm and deceive others, the piercing pain in my heart is something I can never fool myself about.

She didn't expect Wen Qi to give her an explanation or anything.

Given the delicate nature of his relationship with Ruan Zheng, it's difficult to explain clearly.

As siblings, Wen Qi's trip to Hong Kong was entirely reasonable; he was there to support her and help her through her divorce. However, as former boyfriend and girlfriend, their time together in one room seemed overly intimate and ambiguous.

But her current girlfriend is actually the one in the most awkward position.

Asking is wrong, not asking is wrong too.

Wen Qi glanced at her, remaining silent for a long while, as if waiting for her to say something or ask something.

But after waiting and waiting, she still didn't seem inclined to speak, so he had no choice but to speak first, "Come to the airport at 11 a.m. tomorrow."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Xuan's eyes.

It was resolved so quickly?

Is the divorce rumor true, or just a media sensationalism?

Wen Qi caught her expression, and his clear, rising tone at the end of his voice exuded an undeniable masculinity. "Hmm?"

Ji Xian suppressed his surprise and nodded, "I've got it. How about we reschedule tomorrow morning's meeting for 2:30 pm? Is that alright?"

Wen Qi hummed in agreement and hung up the video call.

Ji Xian raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Perhaps because his cold hadn't fully healed and he hadn't taken any medicine at noon, his head felt a little heavy.

She took a while to pack her things and leave the meeting room.

Back at her workstation, Ye Xueyan brought over a document that needed Wen Qi's signature. After finishing her business, she observed Wen Qi's expression and asked, "Secretary Ji, are you alright?"

"what?"

Ye Xueyan sighed, patted her shoulder, and said with a troubled expression, "Secretary Ji, try to think more positively and don't be too sad. With President Wen's status, he will definitely choose someone of equal social standing when he gets married."

Ji Xuan was taken aback. Her words were a bit nonsensical, but she understood them nonetheless.

It refers to Ruan Zheng, who suddenly appeared during the meeting.

But her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yes, given Wen Qi's status and position, he will inevitably have to consider matching social status and family background when he marries.

Arranged marriages between wealthy families are commonplace. But she just couldn't see how it was right for her.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, they also felt that they would not go far and that she would eventually be abandoned.

However, it seems that this is indeed the case.

She was never the best daughter-in-law in Wen Qi's mother's eyes.

Although Wen Qi's trip to Hong Kong was a private matter, failing to explain it clearly would damage his reputation.

She looked away, her hands tapping on the keyboard, her voice calm, "That's Miss Wen."

"His sister?" Ye Xueyan's eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Wen went to Hong Kong?"

Ruan Zheng's divorce rumors have spread to the point of being common knowledge after two days.

Therefore, it seems reasonable that a woman would suddenly appear in his room.

Ye Xueyan smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, um... Secretary Ji, please don't take what I just said to heart. I just noticed you didn't look well and thought you were seeing President Wen... I'm sorry."

Seeing her hands clasped together, her face full of sincerity, Ji Xian didn't hold it against her.

Ye Xueyan knew that what she had just said was unpleasant. Seeing the loud clatter of her keyboard, she didn't dare to stay any longer and left immediately.

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Ji Xian didn't work overtime today; he went straight to the hospital to register after work.

The doctor who examined her was a bit older. She had a cold and was prescribed some medicine and four IV drips.

Perhaps because it's the season for colds, there were quite a few people in the infusion room, mostly children, making the scene somewhat chaotic and noisy.

Ji Xuan got an injection at the nurses' station and chose a corner seat to sit down.

A girl in her early twenties was sitting in front of her, pouting and whining to her boyfriend, "I just want to eat it, go buy it for me."

The boy tilted his head, pointed to his cheek, and said, "Delivery fee."

The girl immediately gave him two kisses on the cheek, saying, "I love you, baby."

Ji Xuan: "..."

I haven't had dinner yet, but I ate a bowl of dog food first.

A smile appeared in Ji Xuan's eyes, as if he envied and longed for their high spirits and unrestrained enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a handsome figure appeared in my mind.

Perhaps it was Ye Xueyan's words that afternoon that stung her sensitive heart, or perhaps it was because at this moment, seeing others receiving IV drips with someone to accompany and comfort them, while she was all alone.

She missed him terribly and longed to rely on him.

She took out her phone and stopped at her WeChat chat page with Wen Qi.

There aren't many dialogues, and the intervals between them are long, but the content is mostly about work.

She tapped the chat window and, without thinking, deftly typed "Are you there?" and sent it.

The moment I finished posting, the rationality that had led me to run away from home suddenly returned.

A wave of regret washed over me.

But it was too late to take it back, because Wen Qi had already replied: What's wrong?
Ji Xian wasn't good at being coquettish, so at this point she really didn't know what to say. In the end, her brain raced and she typed as if it were muscle memory: "President Shang of Shang Chong would like to invite you to dinner tomorrow night."

Wen Qi: I don't have time.

Ji Xian breathed a sigh of relief, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She remembered Shi Wan saying something like, "Only the crying child gets candy."

For so many years, she hasn't even had the courage to cry.

Ji Xian pursed her lips, replied with an "okay," and looked up at the medicine bottle, which was already more than half full.

The chat window fell silent again. Ji Xuan didn't continue the conversation, so he simply exited WeChat, opened a food delivery app, and ordered himself dinner.

(End of this chapter)