Jingxia Rose

Chapter 54: Can't I contact you?

"Okay, Mr. Wen, if there are any changes to your schedule, please let Secretary Ye contact me at any time."

Ji Xian's words were a polite greeting, and also served as a farewell for the day.

But to my surprise, Wen Qi replied, "Can't I contact you?"

These words came out without any thought, and when he saw her stunned expression, Wen Qi realized that what he said was not quite right.

He suppressed the urge in his chest and calmly tried to smooth things over, saying, "You and Ye Xueyan have WeChat, so it's indeed convenient for you to contact each other."

Ji Xuan: "..."

After leaving the Gerner Building and saying goodbye, Wen Qi looked at Ji Xuan again and asked, "Shall I take you back?"

Ji Xian declined, saying, "The weather is nice today and it's early, so let's not trouble President Wen. We'll take a taxi back ourselves."

Wen Qi didn't insist, nodded, and got into the car.

Shen Jia was standing quite far away, but she could still see the two of them through the crowd, especially when she saw Wen Qi waiting a few steps for Ji Xian. Although the two were half a shoulder apart when they were talking.

But when Wen Qi spoke to her, he would unconsciously bend over slightly and lower his head, and the lines of his profile were no longer so cold and hard.

Ji Xuan wore a gentle smile on his face.

From a distance, they look like a match made in heaven.

Her heart clenched, and she murmured repeatedly, "It shouldn't be" and "It's impossible." When she came to her senses, Wen Qi and the others had already left, and even the executives of Gerner were walking back.

Before long, only she and Ji Xian were left outside.

Ji Xuan is using his mobile phone to call a car.

"Sister Ji Xian, do you want President Xiao to fire me?"

Shen Jia still looked somewhat unconvinced.

She knew that Ji Xian and Xiao Guxing had an unusual relationship. If she wanted to, she could just ask, and Xiao Guxing would fire her without hesitation.

Ji Xuan paused in looking at his phone. "What do you mean I want President Xiao to fire you?"

“Isn’t that right?” Shen Jia said. “I just heard you and President Wen talking about applying for a replacement.”

“Yes.” Ji Xuan glanced at her. “I don’t think you can still handle this mission right now. You made such a big mistake this morning. Do you think an apology will solve everything, or do you think Gerner will be easy to talk to?”

"I don't even need to apply for a replacement; Gerner's complaint against you is probably already on Anatoly's desk."

Ji Xuan put away his phone and took a deep breath. "Shen Jia, I've always thought you were a smart person, that you knew what was most important. But now you're gambling your future on those vague and uncertain things. Is it really worth it? You should do the math yourself."

“From today onwards, you don’t need to follow me anymore. I will explain this to Anatoly in detail when I return to the company. As for whether or not to fire you, that’s a matter for the company.”

Ji Xian was disappointed and didn't want to say anything more; that was all he wanted to say.

Just then, the car she had called arrived, and she got in.

Shen Jia was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Ji Xuan went back to the company and stayed in Anatoly's office for nearly half an hour before coming out.

Anatoly then assigned another translator to Ji Xian for this task.

He was Russian, tall, and while not exceptionally handsome, he had a bright, charismatic, and pleasant appearance.

Ji Xian was also familiar with her, and after a brief chat, he asked her and Shen Jia to coordinate their work.

As for how the company would deal with Shen Jia, Ji Xuan didn't care or pay attention.

That night, snow fell again in the Moscow sky, and the next morning, Ji Xuan opened the window to see a scene covered in silver.

Snowfall is a common occurrence in Moscow winters.

Ji Xian was used to it. She quickly washed up, changed her clothes, made a simple breakfast, ate, put on makeup, and went out in one go. The weather in Moscow had indeed been bad these past few days, with continuous snowfall. Although it wasn't heavy, the snow on the roads had already reached above ankle height in just a few days.

Snowplows are everywhere on the roads.

The new Russian translator got along well with people from both the Chinese and Russian companies. Her Chinese was also exceptionally fluent and standard. If you didn't see her appearance and just listened to her voice, you would think she was a native Chinese.

In her professional field, she is in no way inferior to Shen Jia.

She and Ji Xuan worked together very well, and the accompanying translation went very smoothly in the following days.

As for Shen Jia, the company did not fire her, but transferred her to the engineering translation group, so she no longer had to go out on fieldwork or meet clients, and could stay in her cubicle every day translating various documents.

It's quite easy not having to be exposed to the wind and sun.

But the company's compensation is definitely much lower, and the future prospects are naturally not as good as in the previous senior team.

In mid-December, the temperature in Moscow had already dropped to below minus ten degrees Celsius.

When this task was initially assigned, Anatoly said that the project would take about a month, but now it has been more than a month and the collaboration is still not over.

Today's itinerary is that Wen Qi is going to attend an aviation simulation passenger plane exhibition, with Ji Xuan accompanying him as the translator.

She arrived at the hotel where Wen Qi was staying early.

The day before yesterday, Ye Xueyan, along with her assistant and two other senior executives, went to a factory in a neighboring city to attend a technical meeting. The Russian female translator accompanied them.

There were two bodyguards dressed in black, both tall and muscular, standing at the door of Wen Qi's room.

"Miss Ji."

The bodyguard saw her and immediately nodded in greeting.

Ji Xuan smiled faintly, "Is President Wen awake?"

The bodyguard nodded. "Breakfast was delivered in ten minutes ago."

Wen Qi brought six bodyguards with him to Russia this time, working in shifts of two. They were very familiar with and trusted Ji Xuan. After speaking, he stepped aside to swipe his card and let her in.

Ji Xian initially felt that since he wasn't his secretary, it would be a bit abrupt to enter his room like this, so he thought of having a bodyguard accompany him.

As soon as she turned around, the bodyguard had already closed the door.

Ji Xuan: "..."

Fine.

She came only on official business, official business, that's right, official business.

After comforting herself like this, she calmed down a bit and stepped inside. The huge living room was empty, and even the breakfast was neatly laid out on the table with the lids still on.

She frowned, looked at the door, hesitated for two seconds, walked over and knocked with her finger. "President Wen, it's me, Ji Xian. Are you awake? There's less than an hour before the exhibition opens."

It takes another half an hour to drive there.

But all she received in response was silence.

Ji Xian waited a while before knocking again when the door suddenly opened from the inside, and a tall, imposing figure loomed over him.

The first thing that catches the eye is the man's casual silk pajamas, and above that, his handsome face, as pale as paper.

The wispy hair that had always been neat and tidy on his forehead was now stuck together with fine sweat, and his sickly and frail appearance made Ji Xian's heart skip a beat.

"morning."

Wen Qi lowered his eyes and glanced at her, his deep voice hoarse and heavy, as if it had rolled over rough gravel.

Ji Xuan looked at him in surprise, "What... what's wrong with you?"

Do you think someone as upright and serious as President Wen would ever try to gain sympathy?