When almost all newspapers and magazines used the photo of Zhan Nanxian and Bo Yixin kissing at the airport as the headline, only one newspaper sang a different tune and devoted two pages to an exclusive report on Wen Nuan and Zhu Linlu.
Every photo in the newspaper was very clear. She was waiting under the dark red roses, the sadness and sorrow on her face was sincere and touching. Then Zhu Linlu appeared. She looked up with a crystal tear hanging on her ecstatic eyelashes, and her bleeding fingertips stained the shirt on his back red as she hugged him tightly.
Wenrou couldn't close her mouth, "Oh my God, the whole world will think you love him deeply."
Even Wen Nuan herself couldn't help but think after reading it that she must call Zhu Linlu to tell him that she had shed tears for him.
The article was written very subtly. The reporter was deeply moved by what he saw with his own eyes and deliberately defended Wen Nuan, emphasizing that every modern woman has dated several men before marriage. There is nothing wrong with comparison and selection, and there is nothing wrong with Wen Nuan's behavior.
The last paragraph is very sharp and sarcastic, mocking that Zhan Nanxian didn't seem to win her heart after spending a night at Wen Nuan's house, but she went to Zhu Linlu's place and waited for him for several days and nights and stayed up all night, implying that Zhan Nanxian might be inferior to Zhu Linlu in some abilities.
Wenrou rolled on the sofa with laughter.
It seemed like the disturbance had lasted for a hundred years. When a new hot spot attracted people's attention, the matter finally came to an end. The only thing was that the finger that was cut by the weeds did not heal completely. The tiny wound seemed unable to heal on its own and could never recover.
When Wenrou asked her if she would go back to work at Qianyu, she shook her head affirmatively.
However, on the second day after she moved back home, Gao Fang appeared at her door.
At that moment she felt like she was a concubine of an ancient emperor. If the emperor was unhappy, she would be banished to the cold palace. Then, at some point, the emperor suddenly remembered her, so he issued an edict and she had to appear before him in fear and trepidation.
After considering it, she decided to follow Gao back to Qianyu.
When she reached the 66th floor, she saw that her seat had been taken by someone else. Ding Xiaodai had disappeared. Zhang Duanyan sat in her old chair and greeted her politely. All the furnishings on the desk had been replaced, leaving no trace that she had ever worked here.
She almost smiled, thinking that Gao Fang took her back because Zhan Nanxian thought the game was not over yet, so he did not allow her to take off her costume and leave. But now it seems that even this little bit was just wishful thinking.
When she reached the president's office, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
When she heard the light voice that had been familiar to her for decades but had become a little strange due to the long separation recently, her hand holding the door handle could not help but tremble slightly. She stood there for a long time, until her emotions stabilized, and then she pushed the door open.
Zhan Nanxian still didn't raise his head. He was always serious and focused when working, and his slender fingers typed quickly on the extremely thin platinum notebook.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked calmly.
"Secretary Manager Liu Danran is pregnant and has requested a long-term leave. She recommended you to take over. Chi Bika has evaluated it and thinks it's feasible. As a matter of routine, I have to ask for your opinion."
This conversation was not what she had expected. She was stunned for a moment, then she responded and said softly, "I plan to go back to England to continue my studies."