Jingxia Rose

Chapter 44: The Conversation Terminator

Ji Xuan was taken aback, and slowly turned around to look at him.

The man stood under the bright lights, as bright as day. Despite the biting cold wind, he was tall and upright, with piercing eyes and a cool, aloof demeanor, and a gentle yet handsome face.

Just as she was in a daze, Hall asked her what the other person had said.

Ji Xian can only translate it truthfully.

After hearing this, Hall laughed a few times. "Since President Wen has spoken up, Demi, you don't need to be polite with him. Our future cooperation will definitely need your translation skills."

Having said all that, they didn't give Ji Xian any chance to refuse.

After thinking about it, she accepted the offer and said to Wen Qi, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Wen."

"Ms. Demi, you're too kind."

Wen Qi replied calmly.

After saying a proper goodbye to Hall and the others, and promising to see them at the company the next day, he got into the car.

They have three cars, which is more than enough for seven people. Ji Xuan originally wanted to get into the second car, where an executive assistant was in the driver's seat.

But as soon as she took a step forward, Ye Xueyan's eyes twitched. She walked up to Ji Xuan and said, "Ms. Demi, you should sit in the car in front. Since President Wen invited you, there's no reason not to let you sit in the main car."

"..."

Ji Xian gave her a puzzled, even incredulous look.

Ye Xueyan faced it with a smile.

Seeing her smile, Ji Xuan walked speechlessly to the front of the car. The back was a two-seater, and Wen Qi had already gotten in.

Ye Xueyan then got into the driver's seat.

She only had two choices: the front passenger seat or the back seat. After hesitating for a few seconds, she still boldly opened the back door.

Wen Qi's jawline softened noticeably, and a gentle warmth appeared in his usually cold and indifferent eyes.

But Shen Jia behind her was clearly disappointed. She lowered her head, pouted, glanced at the back seat, took a deep breath, opened the passenger door, and got in.

There is a soundproof panel in the middle between the front and rear of this car.

It's like the back seat is an enclosed space.

When they got on the bus, Wen Qi had instructed Ye Xueyan to take Shen Jia back to Cheng Kong dormitory first.

As soon as the car started moving, the atmosphere in the back seat gradually became awkward and strange.

There is an armrest between the two seats, the chairs have a massage function, and the roof is a starry sky ceiling, making the whole thing grand and luxurious.

Wen Qi's old business car was also very luxurious, but it didn't have many fancy features, much like his usual personality—low-key and reserved.

The quiet atmosphere continued as Ji Xian lightly twirled his fingertips and lowered his eyes slightly.

It was as if I could still feel the burning heat when he gently held my hand a few hours ago.

"How is Sister Ruan Zheng's leg recovering?"

Ji Xian curled his fingertips, loosened his fist, and broke the silence on his own.

Wen Qi paused, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

This opening line was familiar, just like when I saw her outside the banquet hall that time.

The topic wasn't particularly offensive or repulsive, but it wasn't exactly enjoyable; in fact, it even evoked a slight sense of unease.

He glanced sideways; the lights in the carriage weren't very bright, but they cast a warm and soft glow on her fair face.

"You haven't contacted her at all?"

To be honest, he was slow to realize that Ji Xian had deleted him from WeChat. Yi Xu only found out when he ran into Ji Xian at the airport.

When Yi Xu mentioned her WeChat Moments, he immediately clicked on it, only to find a horizontal line. He already had a rough idea of ​​what was going on, so he tentatively sent her a message and received a red exclamation mark in return.

It also included a message saying "You are not the other party's friend".

At that time, they had already broken up for more than twenty days.

For nearly a month. Wen Qi was a reserved person; even if something was wrong, he wouldn't show it on his face or say it directly. Since they had broken up, he wouldn't pester her.

So for those twenty-odd days, even though I clicked in and looked at it many times, I didn't realize that she had deleted me.

What did I feel at the time?

Blow, pain, distress, bitterness...

There are.

That was when he witnessed Ji Xian's decisiveness once again. Such a gentle and calm person never left any room for compromise when it came to doing things.

Besides Ruan Zheng and Sui Yi, who had Ji Xian's WeChat, the people around him were Yi Xu and the people in the president's office.

Later, through a series of clever words, he learned that of all these people, Ji Xian had only deleted him.

Even Yi Xu is still lying dormant in her friend list.

Wen Qi's heart froze at that moment. He couldn't understand whether Ji Xian disliked him so much that he didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, or he wanted to cut ties completely and never have any contact with him again.

The reason for their breakup has always been ambiguous.

He couldn't explain why Ji Xian would resign and break up with him when everything seemed fine.

As for why he didn't pursue the matter further, he always adhered to the principles of a gentleman. From Ji Xian's resolute yet calm and affirmative attitude, he knew that Ji Xian was similar to him in some ways.

For example, once a decision is made, it must have been made after careful consideration, and it is very difficult to change it.

So even if you ask, nothing will change.

It's better to just stay confused like this.

“We’ve talked, but not many times,” Ji Xuan said. “Last time I heard her say that the steel plate had been removed. Is she able to walk now?”

Wen Qi replied, "She can walk for a while with crutches, but her toe bones have only recovered so-so, not ideal, so she still mainly uses a wheelchair."

Ji Xian pursed his lips.

Given this situation, the chances of Ruan Zheng returning to the stage are extremely slim.

Toe bones may seem insignificant, but they are crucial for dancers.

The last time she chatted with Ruan Zheng was in the autumn, about two or three months ago. Even through the screen, she could sense from the words that Ruan Zheng's mood wasn't particularly high.

During those few quiet seconds, Wen Qi once again focused his gaze on her profile.

At this moment, she frowned deeply, and even her lip line was pulled down.

He changed the subject, "Are you getting used to things in Moscow? The food and daily routine here."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xian temporarily set aside her worries and chatted with him calmly and naturally, "It's alright, since I've been here before, I'm not used to anything."

Wen Qi was taken aback.

Suddenly, memories flashed back to New Year's Day five years ago. They had also come to Russia on a business trip that time and stayed for six days.

My thoughts drifted for a while, and the memory of that face gazing up at the fireworks merged with the person in front of me.

How are your parents' health?

"Good."

Two words brought the conversation to a close once again.

Ji Xian moved his lips, but didn't know what to say, so he simply shut his mouth, looked out the car window, and let the awkwardness spread to every corner of the car.

Wen Qi tapped his fingers lightly on his lap twice before beginning to explain the key points of their cooperation with Russia.

Ji Xuan was slightly taken aback, almost thinking she was still his secretary, and was about to speak her opinion.

Muscle memory is indeed a terrifying thing.

But what she didn't understand even more was why Wen Qi suddenly brought this up with her?
She thought about it carefully, trying to understand his thought process, and said with pursed lips, "President Wen, rest assured, I have repeatedly studied and marked some of the terms and wording regarding the cooperation between the two parties. They will not affect your subsequent meetings and inspections, nor will they cause any errors."

My darlings, aren't you embarrassed for Mr. Wen? He's a real blockhead!

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