Jingxia Rose

Chapter 41: Is she doing well?
It's already mid-November, and there are less than two months until the Chinese New Year.

She didn't tell Uncle Ji and the others that she would go back for the New Year this year. She had already bought a house in Beijing, and Shi Wan had been helping her clean the house for the past few months, keeping the furniture and other things from getting dusty.

"Not necessarily. I just took on a big job today, which involves interpreting, simultaneous interpreting, and written translation. I don't know how long it will take to finish."

"Business project cooperation?"

"Hmm." Ji Xuan put the things he bought into the refrigerator, and while thinking about what to eat for dinner, he said, "A financing and merger project between China and Russia."

This involves the financial venture capital industry; she had worked at a venture capital firm before and had some understanding of these things.

This is why Anatoly entrusted this task to him.

Which Chinese company?

"It wasn't mentioned in the documents. I only found out when I went to the Russian side on Monday. The meeting between the two sides is scheduled for next Wednesday." Ji Xuan looked at the phone on the kitchen counter. "A couple of days ago, Xiao Guxing told me that you were coming to Chengkong? Is that true?"

Those who can get into Peking University must have excellent academic performance. Shi Wan majored in English and minored in French and German.

Like Ji Xian, she interned at a foreign company for over a year during her senior year of college and graduate school. Becoming a beauty blogger was also an accident. She usually likes to shoot short videos and share her skincare and makeup tips on the platform.

It went viral without anyone noticing, garnering tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of likes, with some even reaching millions.

As a result, the number of fans increased, and business collaborations related to beauty products followed one after another.

These are all things that happened naturally and in a logical way.

She's doing very well in the beauty industry now, and she also has connections in the entertainment industry, so it seems unlikely that she'd go back to her old profession.

"It's fake." Shi Wan replied without even thinking. "I'm doing just fine with my current job, why would I go looking for something else? That day was just a casual joke I made when I was talking to Xiao Guxing about our major."

"Xiao Guxing wouldn't actually believe it, would he?" she asked, her face filled with terror.

"No, he just told me about it as a funny story that day."

"If he takes it seriously, I don't know how to explain it." Shi Wan breathed a sigh of relief and chatted with a smile. "We just happened to run into each other a couple of days ago and had a meal together. He said you're doing quite well over there, and your reputation in the translation circle is slowly growing, especially after that time you saved the day as a translator two months ago."

Xiao Guxing returned to Beijing last month. The branch office was negotiating a very important cooperation, and they needed him, the boss, to be there.

After nearly a year of development, Ji Xuan has indeed gradually established himself in the translation field.

The accompanying interpreter two months ago was of a special nature, as both sides were political figures. When the Russian representative's interpreter encountered a problem, Ji Xuan stepped in to control the situation and prevent the awkward atmosphere from escalating.

That's why she rose to fame.

The reason why the Gerner Group specifically appointed her as the head of translation was because of her composure and quick thinking in the face of danger, as well as her solid language and logical abilities.

The two talked until Ji Xian finished eating and had to wash the dishes before hanging up the phone.

After tidying up, Ji Xuan brought out his computer and began preparing for next week's translation work.

She spent the next two days of her public holiday preparing for the same thing.

On Monday, she met with the CEO of the Gerna Group, a Russian man in his forties. The two chatted briefly for half an hour, and she obtained information about the Chinese company and the list of attendees from both sides.

On her way back to the company, she casually flipped through the Chinese company's information. When she saw the basic introduction, her heart seemed to stop beating.

Okay.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Linqi Capital Venture Capital Group!

These few large characters caught her eye without warning. Almost instantly, her breath hitched, and before her brain could even process it, her hand was already on the list of attendees. In the first row of the Chinese participants, she saw that familiar yet unfamiliar name—Wen Qi.

She shuddered, her thoughts thrown into disarray by the heavy, year-long bitterness that had gripped her.

"Sister Ji Xian, what's wrong?" Shen Jia, the assistant beside her, asked with concern when she saw that Ji Xian's face was pale and her body was trembling slightly. "Are you cold? Should the driver turn the heat up?"

Ji Xian curled his fingertips, took a deep look at the name, and then moved it away without making a sound, softly responding.

The car's heating was on again.

It wasn't that she was afraid of seeing him or disliked seeing him; rather, it took her more than a year to slowly remove him from her heart.

Throughout the year, she never actively thought about him or remembered him.

I always thought I had let go or forgotten him.

But now that the name has reappeared before her eyes, a bitter feeling still seeps into her heart.

She remembered seeing him at the end of October last year, four months after their breakup. She was mentally prepared to run into him then, having prepared herself for so long, which is why she was so calm and composed when she saw him.

This time... she can too.

Besides, she was seeing him at work, and her profession didn't allow her to have any uncontrolled or irrational expressions or emotions.

Ji Xuan spent two days sorting out his emotions and mindset.

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In addition to the project team and risk management team, Wen Qi also brought a secretary and assistant with him on his trip to Russia.

The secretary was Ye Xueyan.

Their flight was scheduled to arrive in Moscow in the early morning.

Before boarding the plane, my assistant handed me a tablet with a table on it, saying it was a list of attendees for the meeting the day after tomorrow, sent by the Russian side that morning.

Wen Qi took it and quickly scanned it, soon reaching the bottom. He was about to look away and hand it back to his assistant when, suddenly, he seemed to see two familiar words.

The assistant reached out, but before he could even touch the tablet, President Wen withdrew his hand, staring intently at the tablet with a serious expression, as if he wanted to stare right through it.

Seeing this, the assistant felt a little uneasy and wondered if there was a problem with the personnel list.

But Wen Qi completely ignored him, still staring intently at the tablet.

The second-to-last column lists the translation company as CK International Translation Co., Ltd.

The last column lists the accompanying translator: Ji Xuan, female, and the translation assistant: Shen Jia, female.

Upon seeing the name 'Ji Xian' again, Wen Qi's breath hitched slightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and a slight ripple of emotion surfaced in his deep, cold eyes.

Even that long-dormant heart showed signs of melting at this moment.

He knew that Ji Xian had gone to Moscow; he had learned about it from Ye Xueyan at the beginning of the year.

The thought that she had left with Xiao Guxing made Wen Qi's initial surge of emotion fade, replaced by a sense of sorrow and repression.

When Moscow was mentioned, the first person he thought of was Ji Xian.

I just didn't expect to run into him so coincidentally.

How was she this year...?
(End of this chapter)