Jingxia Rose

Chapter 69: New Year's Eve

Ji Xuan looked at the familiar profile pictures and IDs in his new friends list, and his breathing became inexplicably rapid for two seconds.

When she deleted his WeChat and other contact information, she was actually quite calm and thought that there was no possibility of them becoming friends again.

She hadn't expected any follow-up to this unexpected collaboration.

Her mind raced, and it took her a long time to notice the note below: Help me translate a document.

Ji Xuan immediately put aside those complicated and messy thoughts. Since it was official business, she didn't hesitate and directly clicked "accept".

She typed and sent it directly: What file?
Soon, Wen Qi sent five pictures, which were the contents of the document. There were many notes in various colored highlighters, many paragraphs were in Russian, and even the last page had German and French.

She glanced at it briefly, and Wen Qi sent a voice message: "Is it convenient for a video call? There are quite a few things that need to be translated, and I urgently need the documents."

When the deep, clear voice entered his ears, Ji Xian suddenly tightened his grip on his phone.

She asked in confusion, "Wasn't Polina in a meeting with you this afternoon? Why didn't you have her translate these things beforehand?"

Half a minute later, Wen Qi's video request came through.

It's also interesting to say.

They were together for four years and never had a single video call, but now that they've broken up, they're doing it.

Although it was for work-related matters.

She subconsciously glanced down at her pajamas and face, and only answered the call after confirming that nothing was amiss. Wen Qi's handsome face immediately appeared on the large screen of her phone.

With the camera so close, a hint of unease flashed in Ji Xuan's eyes. He silently pulled his phone away and placed it on the tabletop stand.

Then he transferred the documents he had just sent to the tablet.

The two didn't exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point.

They were all in a businesslike manner and talking about work, but Ji Xian felt that this process was different from her usual document translation.

I always feel like something is weird.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Because she wasn't around, Wen Qi had to write down the notes himself, and he looked focused and serious.

When the note was written, wisps of dark hair obscured his smooth forehead, and Ji Xian could only see his high nose bridge and handsome profile.

Seeing his expression, as time went by, her hesitation completely disappeared.

More than half an hour passed, and he even asked her about those few lines of French in a very serious manner.

Ji Xuan asked instinctively, "I remember you speak French, don't you?"

Wen Qi is fluent in five or six languages, including Chinese, English, French, German, and Italian.

On the last page, apart from the short Russian passage at the top, she didn't really need to do anything else.

Wen Qi explained, "French is my weakest subject, and I'm afraid of making mistakes, so it's better to confirm with you."

This reason...

It's not entirely reasonable, but it's acceptable.

Wen Qi did not major in French; instead, he taught himself it while spending seven or eight months in France.

Ji Xuan didn't say anything more and obediently translated the two French passages.

It was almost 10:30 when we finished.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Qi put aside his seriousness when he was working, and his tone was still gentle and pleasant. "Go to sleep early. You don't need to come so early tomorrow. There is a time difference between the German and French sides. The meeting time has been changed to 11:30 am tomorrow."

"Because it is a four-party meeting, the German and French representatives are participating via video conference, so the process may be quite lengthy."

After a two-second pause, he added, "Lunch definitely won't be on time, so remember to eat breakfast."

"it is good."

Ji Xian nodded in agreement. "Then you should rest. I'm hanging up." Wen Qi glanced at her plain face, pursed his lips, and said, "Goodnight."

Ji Xuan subconsciously lifted her eyelids, her gaze meeting his deep, dark eyes through the screen.

In just a few seconds, Ji Xuan felt suffocated, as if he was about to drown in those peach blossom eyes.

When he looks at people, he always seems cold and indifferent.

For some reason, she sensed a hint of deep affection and seduction in his eyes.

"Good night."

She dropped those two words, quickly hung up the video call, turned off the tablet screen, capped the pen, picked up her phone, turned off the light, and went back to her room.

The entire set of movements was fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation.

Wen Qi, on the other end of the phone, looked at her profile picture and smiled slightly.

She changed her profile picture to a sunset photo she took on the rooftop last night.

Thinking of this, he opened the photo album, found the photos he took yesterday, and looked at them over and over again countless times. Even though some of them were the same, he looked at them intently.

The person in the photo is watching the sunset, and he is looking at her.

After a while, he thought about it and set one of the photos that showed her profile as his wallpaper. He also chose another photo taken from a different angle, showing her back, which clearly showed her beautiful hands, as his screensaver.

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The meeting on the second day lasted for almost three hours before it ended.

Lunch was at Hording's restaurant.

The next three or four days were just as busy as that day, until the 31st, when Ji Xian heard Ye Xueyan say that there would be a grand fireworks show on the Moscow River at midnight that night, and asked her if she wanted to go see it together.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and Wen Qi, as the boss, is still very considerate of his subordinates.

They hadn't had a proper chance to go out and explore since they'd been in Moscow for so long, and with the project nearing its end, they were given a day off.

Russia has a fireworks festival, usually held on June 14th each year.

She did go this year, but it was hot and crowded, so she refused without even thinking about it this time.

Ye Xueyan shook her arm, "I still have tickets for the Rilaville cruise ship. We can go up and take a look, otherwise it would be such a waste. This is my first time in Moscow. You're practically a local now, so you should show me around and be a good host."

"Oh, come on, come on, I'll be going back to China in a few days."

Ji Xuan looked surprised. "You actually managed to buy tickets to Rilaville?"

This cruise ship is not usually used; it only operates during fireworks festivals and special holidays.

And all boat tickets need to be booked in advance.

Ye Xueyan blinked and sighed without changing her expression, "Okay, actually it was given by Hall. He gave each of us a ticket, all of them first class seats. Manager Xu doesn't like to join in the fun, so I shamelessly asked for the tickets."

That means...

Wen Qi might also go.

A few doubts arose in her heart, and she moved her lips, but in the end she gave in to Ye Xueyan's words of "to do one's duty as a host" and chose to agree.

They ate many meals together over the past month, but they never had a chance to go out together.

New Year's Eve is quite a special day.

Since it was still early, Ji Xuan and Ye Xueyan went to see a movie after dinner.

It was quite boring and uninteresting. After watching only half of it, the two of them came out, and Ye Xueyan started to complain about the movie.

The Rilavel is at the Seville dock, and the ship departs at 11:38.

When Ji Xuan and his group arrived, there were already quite a few people lining up to board the ship.

Did you all figure out CEO Wen's scheming and intentions? This chapter is correct; the chapter numbers for the previous two chapters should be 67 and 68. There's one more chapter, a little later, because I'm still writing it. Those of you who stayed up until midnight can read it during the day; I'll definitely finish it by midnight.