Jingxia Rose

Chapter 45 045: Strange Gaze

Upon hearing this, Wen Qi's expression instantly brightened, revealing a hint of urgency, no longer the calm and indifferent person he had been before.

He moved his lips and said, "That's not what I meant."

Ji Xuan glanced at him indifferently, her tone still calm, "I thought President Wen was telling me these things to remind me not to make mistakes in the translation later."

Wen Qi was speechless, wanting to say that he just wanted to talk to you and didn't like the car being too quiet.

But after thinking about it, he didn't explain, and only said, "I have never questioned your professionalism and ability."

Given his sparing and upright nature, this statement is a very high compliment.

But to other people, it didn't bother them much.

Ji Xuan gave a polite reply.

This brought the conversation in the carriage to a complete halt.

A short while later, the car stopped and arrived at Cheng Kong's dormitory. Shen Jia got out of the car and knocked on the back window. Ji Xian rolled down the window and heard her say, "Sister Ji Xian, I've arrived."

"Ah."

Ji Xian responded casually, "Get some rest. There's a meeting at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Come to the company early to prepare."

Shen Jia quickly agreed. She was actually a little afraid of Ji Xian. Although Ji Xian was gentle on the surface, spoke softly, and had a charming smile, she was extremely strict when it came to work.

She still remembers the time she stuttered because she was excited.

Translators must have a calm and composed mindset under pressure, which is something Ji Xian often tells her.

The reason she didn't mention it now was simply because Wen Qi was there, and she didn't want to embarrass her.

She nodded in agreement, "Okay, Sister Ji Xian, don't worry, I won't be late tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Wen Qi, who was at the very back.

Wen Qi was looking at her, but his expression was indifferent, as was his gaze.

Shen Jia took a breath subtly, suppressing the ripples in her heart, and smiled, "Thank you, President Wen, for bringing me back."

Wen Qi nodded calmly and politely, "It's on my way, no need to thank me."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Wen."

Shen Jia saw him nod again before happily turning to leave.

Ji Xian glanced at her cheerful back, frowned slightly, and looked back at Wen Qi with a mix of realization and confusion.

When Wen Qi looked away, he met her strange gaze.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Women understand women best, and women's minds are especially delicate.

The way Shen Jia looked at Wen Qi just now seemed a bit...

Ji Xian interrupted his thoughts and gently shook his head, "It's nothing."

The car started again, and the cold wind outside howled into the car. Ji Xuan couldn't help but shiver. Suddenly, she heard Qi say, "It's cold from the wind, let's roll up the windows."

Ji Xian didn't say anything, but rolled up the car window on his own.

About seven or eight minutes later, the car arrived outside her apartment complex.

Ji Xuan unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and prepared to get out. Behind him, that familiar male voice rang out again, "Wear a thicker coat tomorrow. We're going to inspect the factory this afternoon, so we won't be indoors all day."

Ji Xuan landed on both feet, turned to look at him, and nodded with a smile, "Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Wen. I'll remember it."

She waved goodbye to Ye Xueyan in the driver's seat before walking into the residential area.

Wen Qi glanced at her figure as it gradually disappeared into the night, still pondering the meaning behind her gaze.

He only looked away when she was completely out of sight.

The car drove away from the apartment complex.

When Ji Xian got home, she found three messages on her phone from Shen Jia. She had received them while she was still in the car, but was only reading them now. They were nothing more than apologies, saying she was wrong and the like.

She typed: "Today's occasion wasn't too formal. Starting tomorrow, if there are situations like today, you don't need to come with me to any events."

Shen Jia: Yes, I understand. I will hand in the self-criticism to you tomorrow morning.

Ji Xian glanced at the message, then didn't reply. He tossed his phone onto the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

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Ji Xian got up very early the next day. She was wearing a purple-pink suit with a white shirt. When she went out, she hesitated between a down jacket and a coat.

Although the sun was out during the day, the sub-zero temperatures were no joke. However, since the work environment was formal today, wearing a down jacket was obviously inappropriate.

She simply put several hand warmers in her bag, picked up her thicker coat, and went out.

When she arrived at the company, it was just past eight o'clock, and the entire cubicle was empty and very quiet.

She turned on the light, took out her computer and documents, and reorganized them to make sure nothing was missing.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Shen Jia arrived and was surprised to see Ji Xuan already at his workstation. She thought she had arrived early.

Thinking about her mistake yesterday, she looked embarrassed and went over to greet her, "Good morning, Sister Ji Xian."

"Mmm, good morning." Ji Xian glanced up at her, then looked away, asking in a low voice, "Have you had breakfast?"

"not yet."

Shen Jia shook her head and explained, "I took a taxi, and I was a little delayed while waiting for it..."

The employee dormitory of Chengkong is about ten minutes away from the company, which is not close.

Ji Xian nodded without saying anything, and pointed in the direction of the break room, "There's a sandwich heated in the microwave, go get it."

Shen Jia was stunned, her face full of emotion, "Sister Ji Xian, you bought this for me?"

"I didn't buy it," Ji Xuan said. "I made two servings this morning when I was making breakfast, and I brought them over. If you don't mind, you can take them and eat them."

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it."

Shen Jia smiled and happily ran to the break room to get the sandwich with two eggs and two servings of bacon and ham. She said sincerely, "Thank you, Sister Ji Xian."

"You're welcome. After you finish eating, read the Chinese and Russian translations of your speech a few times, and also review the notes I circled in the materials."

"Yes."

Shen Jia finished eating quickly and immediately got back to work.

Around 9:30, Ji Xian told Shen Jia to pack her things so that nothing was left behind, and then immediately drove off to Gerna.

The conference room in Gerna was very large, with two sound transmission rooms. Ji Xuan checked the facilities and was communicating with the Gerna staff when the people from Linqi arrived.

The two sides greeted each other.

The two translators were assigned to translate for the Russian side and Shen Jia for the Chinese side.

Wen Qi's gaze was fixed on Ji Xuan's face, and he asked as if it were a casual greeting, "Did you sleep well last night?"

This question was asked by Hall when he greeted him.

Then he picked it up and asked Ji Xian.

In this situation, Ji Xuan indeed treated it as a normal greeting, smiling and replying, "Not bad."

Wen Qi nodded lightly and was led by the staff to his seat.

As he walked past, a faint woody scent lingered. This scent was familiar; I had smelled it not only in the car yesterday, but also when we lived together in Canglan Residence and were inseparable.

It's not strong, not pungent, just the right amount—a subtle flavor that lingers in your memory.

Ji Xian took a breath, turned his head to look at Shen Jia, and saw that Shen Jia was staring blankly at Wen Qi's back. He frowned slightly and reminded her, "Shen Jia, the meeting is about to start."

(End of this chapter)