Chapter 71: Autumn Ends in Jiangnan
Wen Xin has been in the business world for a long time and is not easy to fool. He stopped and looked at Wen Baijing sharply, his tone seemed calm but contained a sense of oppression.
"Grandpa, it's common for people doing business to have a few rivals." Wen Baijing replied calmly, with no emotion on his face.
Wen Xin is well versed in business, and his sharp eyes rest on Wen Baijing's face.
The intimidation and oppression from the head of the family inevitably made Wen Baijing feel a little depressed, but fortunately he had long been accustomed to not showing his emotions on his face.
Wen Xin looked at him meaningfully, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, with a touch of comfort and warning in his words.
"Li Jiao will go to work at Zhichu Design Department in a few days, please remember to take care of her."
Wen Xin spoke quietly and informed Wen Baijing in an unquestionable tone.
The huge stone in his heart sank, and he didn't dare to show his emotions, and lowered his eyelids. After a second, he looked up at Wen Xin and nodded obediently.
Wenxin was in good spirits and in good physical condition. After dinner, he took a walk for about half an hour before going back to rest.
After sending grandpa back to the room, Wen Baijing walked up the stairs, and Wen Shuowang quickly caught up with him. The two brothers climbed the stairs side by side.
Wen Shuowang took the initiative to ask, "Don't you like singing recently?"
His gaze paused for a second, then he turned his head to look at Wen Shuowang, and said in a very cold voice, "Are there any fashion models in the KTV?"
The two brothers are always on edge in private. Yuncheng has a well-developed clothing industry chain, and related industries have emerged. Many models with little fame come here to develop. As soon as the sample clothes are made, merchants who sell market goods have to rely on models to shoot the samples and create a hit.
There are many Russian models in Yuncheng. Wen Shuowang got tired of playing with small stars, so he recently changed to a Russian model.
Being caught, Wen Shuowang smiled indifferently and glanced at him with contempt. He leaned close to his ear and said with a bit of sarcasm: "It's fun, but I won't be so stupid as to risk my life for a beautiful woman."
Wen Baijing did not move, his body was stiff for a moment. Then, he looked at Wen Shuowang without comment, "Brother, what do you mean? Why don't I understand?"
The two brothers stood at the corner of the stairs, each with their own thoughts.
"Silly brother, you don't really think that you can do this without anyone noticing, do you?"
Wen Shuowang opened the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then handed the cigarette box to Wen Baijing, and seeing that he was still not taking the cigarette, he took the cigarette box back with a slight sneer, took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.
In an instant, the mystery in Wen Baijing's mind was finally solved.
He looked directly at Wen Shuowang and moved his masseter muscles.
Wen Shuowang didn't intend to continue to argue with him. He patted his shoulder, left him alone and went upstairs.
Smart people speak to the point. It would be boring if they speak too clearly.
Back in the room, Wen Baijing sat in front of the desk, raised his right hand, and pressed his temple from time to time.
Since his parents passed away, he no longer feels at home. His grandfather is strict and never goes back on his word. The brothers are alienated and secretly compete with each other.
He picked up the photo of him and his parents on the desk and stroked the face in the photo. His happy childhood seemed like yesterday. He had a red dot on his forehead and smiled innocently in his father's arms.
Later, his parents died, and he grew up in an instant and never smiled innocently again.
"Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time..."
He raised his hands to cover his eyes and sighed helplessly.
I turned on my phone, opened the photo album and looked at that smiling face. My depressed mood suddenly eased a lot.
For some reason, he had trouble sleeping that night. He tossed and turned in bed, always feeling like something was missing.
He had a dream while half asleep and half awake, but only remembered fragments of it.
Ye Zhenzhen married him in a phoenix coronet and bridal robe. She rubbed her fingertips on the lipstick and smeared it on his cheek when he was not prepared. With a lipstick mark on his face, he pulled Ye Zhenzhen to toast the guests who came to the wedding.
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw this and teased him from time to time. Ye Zhenzhen smiled at him mischievously.
She frowned and complained: "Look, I gained twenty pounds in just five months..."
"It's okay, you'll naturally lose weight when the fruits are ripe..." He stroked her belly and coaxed her.
Wen Baijing woke up in a state of melancholy, with a smile on his face. He opened his eyes and looked into the dark room, feeling a strange sourness in his eyes.
This night was exceptionally long and dark enough.
Would it be better if she was around?
...
Ever since Ye Zhenzhen cried her eyes out last time, Ye Mao has been particularly concerned about her. After the morning and evening shifts, Ye Mao would pick her up home, and occasionally Wang You would pick her up after the morning shift.
The restaurant where Ye Mao worked was closed at two or three o'clock. Perhaps because he was frightened by Ye Zhenzhen's appearance that day, he was afraid that something might happen to his sister. Living alone in a crowded village in the city, Ye Zhenzhen looked pretty but was also very fragile. If something happened to her, it would be really scary.
Ye Zhenzhen felt like she was being watched, and she wanted to take this opportunity to calm herself down. Maybe it was just physical attraction between her and Wen Baijing, not love.
She would still reply to Wen Baijing's messages. The ties in her heart were not let go because of external factors.
Just like this, a week has passed, and winter clothes are about to arrive in the store. Recently, a large amount of goods have been returned to the warehouse.
On Monday, the store manager taught Ye Zhenzhen how to transfer goods in and out of the warehouse, query data, etc. She followed the instructions carefully and asked the store manager for advice from time to time.
"Hello, President Wen! Hello, President Lu!"
Sister Li stood at the gate, smiling and greeting the leader loudly.
Wen Baijing and Lu Yu led the designer Li Jiao to inspect the store.
Several people were talking and laughing in a very good atmosphere. Li Jiao had just arrived at the company, so it was reasonable to take her to familiarize herself with the store.
Hearing Sister Li's greeting, Ye Zhenzhen felt a little flustered, but she pretended to be calm on the surface. She stared at the computer and didn't dare to look up.
"Store Manager, regarding the return to warehouse and transfer to other stores..."
"Hello, President Wen! Hello, President Lu!"
The three of them walked into the store one after another, and the store manager raised his head and greeted them with a smile.
Ye Zhenzhen, who was standing next to the store manager, felt like she was walking on a thorn bush with mixed emotions. She didn't want to say hello, but just lowered her head and bit her lower lip.
"Brother Bai Jing, I think this design style is good..."
Li Jiao pulled Wen Baijing's sleeve and pointed at the windbreaker hanging there, her voice soft and pleasant.
Ye Zhenzhen felt a pang of sadness when she heard the voice of "Brother Bai Jing". She raised her head abruptly and looked in the direction of the voice.
Facing Wen Baijing's deep and unfathomable eyes, she refused to look away for a long time. Even after not seeing him for a week, her heart still beat faster because of Wen Baijing.
They were only two meters apart, and Wen Baijing's expression was the same as usual, looking at her gently.
Countless sweet moments of the two of them came flooding back like a tidal wave, one higher than the other. Ye Zhenzhen's throat choked, and the hand holding the mouse became a little stiff.
For a moment, she suddenly wanted to rush up and hug him regardless of anything.
"Brother Bai Jing, why don't you speak?"