President Zhang casually started chatting with her, even leaning in to refill her teacup.
Wen Runuan thought he looked excellent at that mont, dressed impeccably in a suit, serving her tea and discussing matters with a gentle voice. But rembering their last argunt made her furious.
She had been staying out of town with her child for quite a while, yet he hadn’t co to find the two of them. Luckily, as soon as she returned, he dropped everything to be with her.
When Wen Runuan called the company upon her return, she knew he was very busy today. However, she deliberately told the company’s staff that she was back today, assuming her return would reach President Zhang’s ears. She was uncertain if her gamble would succeed or if he would actually co looking for her.
But now it seems...
Wen Runuan suddenly felt a warmth in her heart.
Wu Jiaojiao and Lu Fei could only sit in a not-so-great spot, as everywhere else had been occupied by others. Wu Jiaojiao didn’t think it inappropriate; instead, she felt such an inconspicuous place was better suited for chatting.
Wu Jiaojiao looked up at Lu Fei: "You said Qin Mu is back?"
"Yeah! I saw her at her shop yesterday afternoon, and it was she who hurt my chest."
As Lu Fei spoke, she thought about her chest and couldn’t help but touch it: "That woman is really fierce. She looks calm, but she can choke you with her words."
"I’ve experienced that long ago! Just didn’t expect she’d return so soon."
Wu Jiaojiao looked down at the tea in her cup, feeling inexplicably frustrated. She lost her favorite job and doesn’t know what to do now. All this because of Qin Mu losing the job—how could she take it?
But Lu Fei, who caused a scene for her yesterday, really made her feel relieved. She even gave Lu Fei a brand-new bag to express her gratitude.
"Why not expect it? She and Mu Yichen have a great relationship; she would definitely co back."
Lu Fei hadn’t dared to ntion this to her family. However, she had heard about Qin Mu and Mu Yichen. People around always said Qin Mu was sure to return. Long ago, there were rumors that the couple had reconciled in Paris two months ago—Qin Mu was just taking care of the old man for his recovery.
"If their relationship is good, would she stay abroad for so long? A man like Mu Yichen—do you think he truly lacks won?"
"Jiaojiao, I believe there’s real love in the world."
Lu Fei stated, feeling that Wu Jiaojiao didn’t believe in love.
"Of course, there’s real affection in the world, like ours."
Wu Jiaojiao smiled at Lu Fei’s stubbornness, gently said a word to her, then raised her cup for a toast.
Lu Fei imdiately forgot the previous stories and raised her cup to clink with hers.
"But I really didn’t think we’d see Wen Runuan here. Have you interviewed her before?"
"I’ve never interviewed such celebrities whose inner and outer selves don’t match."
Wu Jiaojiao said, looking again at that prominent place, where the couple was sipping tea and chatting leisurely—sitting across from each other like old friends.
"Is her inside different from her outside?"
Lu Fei couldn’t resist her curiosity and turned her head.
"Haven’t you heard about her flirting with the boss? It’s no secret in their circle. You know the eldest lady of the Jing Family, right? You all thought why Jing Qing was so miserable?"
"Wasn’t it because she offended Mu Yichen?"
"Of course, she offended Mu Yichen. But Qin Mu was the one tying Mu Yichen and Wen Runuan together. In other words, Wen Runuan also played a part in this."
Lu Fei couldn’t believe it, her mouth agape. Looking at Wen Runuan, she couldn’t help but sneer: "So she’s that kind of person. I used to admire her."
"She probably doesn’t need your admiration. Wasn’t her attitude towards you quite bad just now?"
Wu Jiaojiao sharply observed as she ntioned to Lu Fei.
Lu Fei thought for a while, then nodded repeatedly.
"Ah! You can know people’s faces but not their hearts. Once you have more experience in society, you’ll understand."
Wu Jiaojiao said, then lowered her head to sip tea as if she had been through many things.
Lu Fei felt Wu Jiaojiao was quite mysterious, and nodded slowly: "Then I won’t go to ask for her signature later. Shall we do our nails after lunch? Took a lot to get out, and now I’m afraid to go back ho."
User Comments
0 comments from readers