Qiao Nian’s birthday is almost at the end of the month.
Many people in Beijing received invitations one after another.
This time, Ye Wangchuan was in charge of all the invitations.
He gave the task of notifying the Jiang family's relatives to Jiang Li, and he personally screened the rest of the list, only inviting people he thought were suitable.
Master Cheng from the Ninth Institute and Nie Mi from Tsinghua University received invitations to Qiao Nian's birthday one after another, followed by Yuan Yongqin and Wei Lou, and he even considered Xu Jishen.
While most people received invitations, one family was an exception.
Jiang Group.
Tang Wanru pushed open the office door in her high heels.
During this time, the company's secretary followed her carefully and said, "Madam, Mr. Jiang is in a meeting. Please take a rest inside for a while. When Mr. Jiang comes out of the meeting room, I will inform him of your coming as soon as possible."
Tang Wanru walked straight to the mahogany reception sofa in the huge office and sat down. She put her bag beside her and told her secretary without even raising her eyelids, "Pour me a cup of coffee."
"Okay." The secretary didn't dare to provoke her and went out quickly to make coffee.
A few minutes later, the secretary brought the coffee and placed it on the table next to her, saying softly, "Madam, I'll be out first. Call me if you need anything."
"kindness."
Tang Wanru picked up the coffee and took a sip. She was too lazy to even raise her hand and motioned for her to go out and close the door.
After the secretary went out, he closed the office door.
About two hours passed.
The middle-aged man in a suit finally opened the door of his office. When he saw her, he pulled open his tie and asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"
Ever since Jiang Xianrou was sentenced.
Tang Wanru and Jiang Zongnan are in a stage where they are physically together but spiritually apart. The reason why they have not divorced is all for the sake of Jiang Yao and Jiang Li's face.
Tang Wanru watched him pass by her, walked straight to the desk and sat down, and walked over with resentment: "Did you receive the invitation from that person?"
"Who?" Jiang Zongnan didn't even raise his head. He put down the pen he used for the meeting, took a folder, opened it, and buried his head in his work.
Seeing that he didn't even want to look at her, Tang Wanru pinched her palms and couldn't hold back her resentment: "You really don't want to see me."
After hearing her plaintive accusation, Jiang Zongnan finally took his eyes off the documents and looked up at the woman standing in front of his desk.
Tang Wanru has aged a lot. Her eyes and eyebrows are still the same as before, but she has lost her former spirit and vigor. Even with the most expensive makeup, she looks tired.
He looked at his wife whom he had loved for decades and who had given birth to his children. He finally couldn't harden his heart. He sighed, put down his pen, and asked, "Go ahead."
Seeing that he was finally willing to put down his work and listen to her, Tang Wanru spoke rapidly, "I was drinking tea with a few friends this afternoon, and I heard that the Zhang family had received your good niece's birthday invitation. How can it be that we and her family haven't received her birthday invitation yet!"
"When someone asked me today, I didn't know how to answer. I could only pretend that I had received the invitation a long time ago." Tang Wanru's face was livid and very ugly: "What do you think she meant?!"
Jiang Zongnan listened for a long time and understood, then raised his head and asked her, "You mean Nian Nian?"
"Oh, who else could it be if not her?!" Tang Wanru could hardly hide the disgust and hatred on her face, but she was still fussing about not receiving Qiao Nian's invitation.
This behavior itself is extremely contradictory.
Ridiculous contradiction.
(End of this chapter)