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Kang Bo was the most shocked by the decision to add Wen Di’s name to the villa’s property deed.
Yan Heyu called him over and instructed him to prepare to schedule the appointment.
Kang Bo was dumbfounded for a moment before finally managing to say, “Okay.”
That villa was different from Yan Heyu’s other properties; it was a gift from Old Master Yan to Yan Heyu.
Even if he were to marry Tian Qinglu in the future, the boss probably never thought of adding Tian Qinglu’s name. However, at this moment, changing Wen Di to a co-owner, Kang Bo temporarily couldn’t understand the boss’s intentions.
Kang Bo asked, “Should I schedule the earliest possible time, or a specific date?”
Yan Heyu replied, “Wen Di hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”
Kang Bo understood that the boss was just giving him a heads-up, and the specific date would depend on Wen Di’s schedule.
Wen Di saw the message an hour and a half later. Qu Pei’s vital signs were stable across the board now, so she finally felt calm enough to retrieve her phone from the car.
She paused for a moment downstairs at the emergency building, then remembered the car was parked outside the hospital.
At the time, the hospital parking lot was full, so the driver had to park on the side of the road.
The hours spent at the hospital felt longer than the eight years she had known Qu Pei.
Wen Di searched along the roadside but couldn’t find the car. The production team’s car was very noticeable, with the show’s logo painted on it, but she searched a large area and still didn’t find it.
She didn’t have her phone, so she couldn’t contact the driver. She had to go to the opposite side of the road and continue looking.
The car that brought her was parked in a parking spot in front of a convenience store. The driver saw Wen Di approaching and thought they could return to the hotel.
Wen Di apologized, saying she was just getting her phone and still had to go back to the ward, telling him to go back and rest first.
The driver said, “No hurry, I’ll just be on my phone wherever I am, it’s no trouble.”
Wen Di turned on her phone and saw a total of eight missed calls and two unread messages, all from Yan Heyu.
This was a record in their three years together.
It turned out that he would also get anxious enough to make so many calls when he couldn’t reach her.
Yan Heyu: [Keep your phone ringer on when you’re not recording from now on.]
The second message asked when she would be back, and that he wanted to add her name to the villa’s property deed.
Wen Di walked to the pedestrian crossing, far enough from the car, and called Yan Heyu back.
Yan Heyu had his phone in his hand. The moment it vibrated, he glanced at the caller ID, then answered, “Do you know Shen Tang called the production team looking for you?”
Wen Di replied, “I know.”
“You know, and you still didn’t call me back?” Yan Heyu looked at his watch, “I waited for you for an hour and forty-three minutes.”
The green light came on, but Wen Di didn’t cross the road with the crowd. She stood to the side and said, “Didn’t Shen Tang tell you I was safe?”
“So you don’t need to call me back?”
Wen Di turned her back to the wind and explained, “Teacher Qu’s condition was critical at the time. A critical illness notice was issued, and she hadn’t come out of the operating room. How could I have thought about going downstairs to get my phone?”
She wasn’t making excuses, “My legs felt weak then. Teacher Qu came specifically to visit me. If anything had happened, I would have let her down, and Director Ruan too. You know how important Teacher Qu is to me.”
Yan Heyu didn’t say anything more.
Wen Di switched to a cheerful tone, “You also overthink things?” Making eight calls in a row and even reaching out to Shen Tang, he must have been worried something had happened to her.
Yan Heyu said, “I’m human too.”
Humans overthink.
After a few seconds, he asked her when she was coming back.
Being worried about by him like this, her messy mood settled down.
Wen Di told him, “I’ll be back in Beijing around the 20th.” She wouldn’t be able to celebrate Valentine’s Day with him.
Wen Di leaned against the roadside railing and chatted aimlessly with Yan Heyu. To compensate him for waiting so long for her call, she shared interesting things that happened during the recording.
But he didn’t seem interested in listening.
Instead, he asked, “Is photographers sending photos a mandatory requirement from the production team?”
Wen Di understood that he was referring to Qi Mingche’s recent Weibo updates, which mostly featured her photos.
She said, “It’s for promoting the show.”
Yan Heyu “hmm”ed ambiguously and then talked about something else.
The pedestrian traffic light changed from green to red, and then to green again, changing more than a dozen times back and forth, before she finally ended her long call with Yan Heyu. “Good night, hubby.”
“Go back and sleep early.”
Wen Di hung up the call. As she turned, her gaze paused slightly. She wasn’t mistaken; that tall, slender figure was Qi Mingche. He was wearing the custom-made down jacket of the production team, coming out of the nearby convenience store, holding a hot drink, and gnawing on boiled corn as he walked.
No one had had time for dinner tonight. Qi Mingche had also waited outside the operating room for several hours, not leaving his post for a moment.
As he got closer, Qi Mingche nodded slightly. The movement was so small that from Wen Di’s angle, he merely lowered his head to gnaw on the corn.
Neither of them had anything extra to say. They stood side by side at the pedestrian crossing, counting down the red light seconds.
Qi Mingche knew the reason Qu Pei came to the production team: she hoped he and Wen Di would bury the hatchet. Now that Qu Pei had a medical emergency and surgery, he felt somewhat guilty, so he decided to stay at the hospital to help Director Ruan.
He hadn’t eaten all night, so he came out to buy something to fill his stomach. He had seen Wen Di earlier; she had been standing by the roadside on the phone, so he had been gnawing on corn inside the convenience store.
The corn cob in his hand was actually his second one, having finished the first one inside the store.
Actually, he didn’t particularly like eating corn.
The last second of the red light ended.
Wen Di walked ahead, and Qi Mingche slowed his pace, never overtaking her.
The two walked one after another, in silence, all the way to Qu Pei’s hospital room.
Qu Pei hadn’t woken up yet. Director Ruan was sitting by the bedside, keeping watch.
It wasn’t until noon the next day that Qu Pei fully regained consciousness and felt a little more energetic.
She opened her eyes and saw Wen Di’s red eyes and swollen eyelids. It seemed she had shed many tears yesterday.
“Why are you crying? So useless.”
Wen Di stubbornly said, “Who cried? I didn’t sleep well, it’s just swelling.”
Qu Pei didn’t expose her and said, “Old Ruan can finally relax. A few years ago, he wanted me to have surgery but was afraid, afraid I wouldn’t make it off the operating table. I was afraid too, so we dragged it on with conservative treatment until now. Last night, there was no other choice; surgery was unavoidable. We finally made it through.”
She sighed, “Luckily, I came to visit, otherwise I would have had to continue conservative treatment and continue suffering.”
Wen Di massaged the back of her hand, “You talk less, you don’t need to comfort me.”
She knew Qu Pei was saying this to prevent her from feeling guilty.
Qu Pei said half-jokingly, “It’s hard to even have a meal here. When we go back to Beijing, let’s find a time to get together again.”
Wen Di gave a helpless smile. Teacher Qu still hadn’t given up on getting her to make peace with Qi Mingche.
Now that Qu Pei was sick, she didn’t dare to make her angry and went along with everything.
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Wen Di returned to Beijing on the evening of the 20th. Like last time, she headed straight for Yan Heyu’s villa from the airport.
When the housekeeper saw her, he was more surprised than ever before.
Yan Heyu was home and came out to help her with her luggage. She didn’t have time to dwell on the housekeeper’s expression.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and coupled with the previous false alarm of her being rushed to the hospital, Yan Heyu had a bit of psychological trauma. Upon meeting, they didn’t even eat; she was carried upstairs by Yan Heyu.
The entire evening, she was held tightly in Yan Heyu’s embrace, trapped beneath him.
Yan Heyu’s forehead rested against hers, his breathing unsteady. “Didn’t the company assign you an assistant?”
Wen Di was quiet for a few seconds, then understood what he meant. He was still upset about calling her eight times with no answer.
She had a small assistant, temporarily assigned by Qu Pei during the show’s recording.
“Yes, that night I let my assistant go back to the hotel to rest first. The driver took me to the hospital, and my phone was left in the back seat. The driver might not have heard it because he was playing games.”
Yan Heyu suddenly looked into her eyes and asked, “Do you remember my phone number?”
Wen Di nodded. Anyone who had seen his phone number couldn’t easily forget it; it had the oldest prefix and a unique ending.
He said, “Recite it for me.”
Wen Di said, “I really remember it, no need to check.”
The more she said this, the more it sounded like she was hiding something to Yan Heyu.
Yan Heyu’s eyes were dark and unreadable. He said nothing, just continued to want her.
Wen Di wrapped her arms around his neck, sticking close to him.
Reluctantly, she used her finger to write the series of numbers on his back.
Yan Heyu switched to propping himself up on his elbows beside her. He leaned down and kissed her. “If you don’t have your phone with you in the future, borrow someone else’s to call me.”
“Got it,” Wen Di couldn’t help but “mm” and tightened her grip around his neck.
The next day, Wen Di woke up early. Kang Bo had scheduled to handle the property deed name addition this morning.
Yan Heyu still didn’t entrust it to a lawyer and accompanied her in person.
On the way there, Wen Di remembered the sports car that was rear-ended by the elegant woman recently. She asked Yan Heyu when the sports car would be repaired and how much the repair cost would be.
Yan Heyu, who had been looking out the car window, turned his head and replied, “I’m not sure.”
He wasn’t sure when it would be repaired.
He was even less sure about the repair cost.
Because Jiang Yunxing had crashed the car, the housekeeper might have sensed his lack of concern about the car damage and hadn’t reported the repair status to him later.
“Do you want to drive that car?” he asked.
Wen Di didn’t care, “Driving any car is the same. But I do like the color of that car.”
Yan Heyu said to Kang Bo, who was in the passenger seat, “When the new model comes out, buy another one in the same color.”
Kang Bo: “...Okay.”
He understood his boss less and less, perhaps because the boss’s principles and bottom line regarding Wen Di were no longer his usual principles and bottom line.
The ownership transfer process was quick; Wen Di and Yan Heyu left the transaction hall at only ten o’clock.
Yan Heyu had to go to the company. He left the car for Wen Di, and another business car was already waiting by the roadside to pick him up.
Before getting in the car, Wen Di asked him, “What time are you coming back tonight?”
“Hard to say. If you can’t sleep, wait for me to come back.” Yan Heyu asked her, “What are your plans for today?”
Wen Di said, “Sleep in, read novels, and then practice my signature.”
He warned her, “If you’re going to practice your signature in my study, practice properly. Don’t scribble everywhere, trying to sign on everything.”
Wen Di had once used a pencil to write many signatures in his notepad, two on each page.
She laughed, “That’s your honor.”
The two said goodbye. Yan Heyu didn’t avoid it. In the busy parking lot, he hugged Wen Di in front of him, then got into the business car and left.
Wen Di drove to the bank. She planned to transfer the fifty million he had transferred to her back to him, as part of her payment for her share of the villa.
Now her apartment was half his, and his was half hers, but the market value of the two properties was significantly different; no matter how she calculated, he was at a disadvantage.
She was planning what big gift to give him for his birthday.
They came to handle business during working hours and entered and exited together, not deliberately hiding in the parking lot. So, within a few days, Tian Qinglu heard about their simultaneous appearance at the real estate transaction hall.
Upon further inquiry, she learned that Yan Heyu had added Wen Di’s name to the villa his grandfather had given him.
The bar was roaring, the heavy metal pounding deafening. Ding Yi couldn’t hear what Tian Qinglu was saying. In the blink of an eye, Tian Qinglu downed two drinks.
When the song ended, it finally quieted down, and speech was barely audible.
“Drink yourself to death tonight, it’s on me,” Ding Yi ordered two more for her.
Tian Qinglu held her liquor well; two drinks weren’t enough to make her drunk. She was wide awake now, wishing she could get drunk.
“What does he mean?” she seemed to be talking to herself.
Ding Yi shrugged, “I’m not him, who do you ask me?” Seeing her best friend so miserable, she felt no sympathy. She had said everything she needed to say over a hundred times before the engagement.
Tian Qinglu twirled an empty glass with her fingertips and suddenly said, “They’re all laughing at me, I know.”
“They” were her fake friends and others in the circle.
Ding Yi propped her chin, remaining silent, sipping her drink patiently as she listened to Tian Qinglu vent.
Tian Qinglu put down the empty glass and casually picked up another. She had never lost her composure like this before, no matter how sad she was. She had tried to hold it in, but couldn’t.
She deluded herself, thinking Yan Heyu didn’t want to break up with Wen Di just because he wasn’t used to it. So she didn’t mind and gave him time to deal with it.
But he was getting worse and worse.
Now he was openly bringing Wen Di out.
“Wen Di still doesn’t know Yan Heyu is engaged to me.” She raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Ding Yi looked at her, “Then what?”
Tian Qinglu said, “Wen Di has a right to know.”
“If you let Wen Di know, aren’t you afraid Yan Heyu will turn on you?”
“What’s the difference between this and him turning on me now?”
Ding Yi stared at her for a while. She knew Tian Qinglu’s personality too well; once she made a decision, she wouldn’t back down. “Go confront Yan Heyu directly if you dare.”
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The next day, Wen Di woke up naturally.
Shen Tang returned to Beijing today to sign an advertising endorsement contract. Jiang Chengyu had finally prepared the Valentine’s Day gift he had been working on for a long time and found a way to get Shen Tang to return.
Wen Di got up, opened the curtains, and the weather outside was good, as was her mood.
She had arranged to have afternoon tea with Shen Tang.
In the afternoon, Wen Di dressed up meticulously and drove to the coffee shop where she had arranged to meet Shen Tang.
On the way to the coffee shop, her phone rang. She thought it was Shen Tang’s call, but glancing at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number. She pressed the answer button.
“Hello, is this Miss Wen Di?” The other person’s tone was very faint.
Wen Di: “Hello, who is this?”
“You probably don’t remember me. My surname is Tian, Tian Qinglu.”
Wen Di frowned and thought for a few seconds; she really had no impression of that name.
Before she could ask Tian Qinglu what she wanted, Tian Qinglu got straight to the point, “Are you free? Let’s meet. I want to talk to you about my fiancé.”
Wen Di was utterly confused and even more bewildered. “Talk about your fiancé?”
“Yes, you heard right.”
“Who is your fiancé?”
“Yan Heyu.”
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