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On the day Yan Heyu was scheduled to meet Xin Yuan, he had a last-minute video conference.
Xin Yuan had to wait in the reception room, where the secretary brought her a cup of coffee.
She rarely drank coffee, but at this moment, she wasn’t particular.
Her heart was pounding, anxious and uncertain.
The reception room was separated from Yan Heyu’s office by only one wall. The window faced the street, giving the illusion of looking down on all living beings, and she was an insignificant one among them.
She didn’t know what it felt like to conquer a man like Yan Heyu. She had heard many versions of rumors about him, but what she never expected was that he had been with Wen Di for three years.
She had found out through Ming Jianjun.
As her thoughts drifted, the door opened.
Xin Yuan composed her expression and turned to look. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still awed by his inherent dominance. She secretly took a breath.
He was dressed in the most normal way, a white shirt and black trousers, but for some reason, she inexplicably felt a sense of oppression.
She suddenly lost confidence in whether the upcoming negotiation would go smoothly. Please remember the website https://www.google.com/search?q=m.xswang.com
“Mr. Yan,” she stood up and greeted him.
Yan Heyu nodded, motioning for her to sit.
The secretary brought his water cup and did not close the door when leaving.
The door was open, directly opposite the secretary’s office area, where everyone was busy working with their heads down.
Xin Yuan waited for him to speak, but he acted as if nothing was happening, slowly drinking his water.
The atmosphere was awkward, at least in her opinion.
Yan Heyu raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
Xin Yuan understood the meaning of this gesture: he was a little impatient. In negotiations, whoever couldn’t wait and spoke first lost half the momentum.
But she had no choice but to speak first.
“Ming Jianjun and I met eight years ago...”
“Get to the point.”
Her words were coldly interrupted by him.
Yan Heyu was not interested in hearing other people’s love stories, nor did he have time for it.
Xin Yuan pursed her lips. After gaining fame these past few years, no one had dared to speak to her in such a tone.
She took a sip of coffee to suppress her anger, “I’m being threatened by Mrs. Ming. She wants me to leave the industry and return all the money to her. She gave me two months.”
But why?
Why should she leave the industry after all her hard work to get where she was today?
How could she be willing? But now Ming Jianjun was also helpless. He said his wife was completely crazy and showed no regard for their relationship, and he had lost control of the situation.
Now she had only one path left: find Yan Heyu.
“I have no choice, so I want to cooperate with Mr. Yan.”
Yan Heyu looked up at her, “What do you have to cooperate with me?”
Xin Yuan ignored his disdainful tone, “Naturally, something Mr. Yan cares about.”
Saying that, she tapped on her phone and played a short video for him.
It was a scene in the parking lot of a real estate transaction center, a shot of him embracing and parting with Wen Di.
“Mr. Yan was already engaged at that time,” she reminded Yan Heyu.
Xin Yuan turned off her phone, “There are other videos, all taken after your engagement. I had no choice, I had to take a gamble. I’m already in a bad situation, I can’t care about anything else.”
If he didn’t care about Wen Di’s reputation, then she was out of luck.
Yan Heyu crossed his legs, leaning back in the sofa and drinking water. Steam rose from his cup.
He wasn’t the kind of person who showed his emotions easily. Whether he cared about Wen Di or was nervous about her was hard for Xin Yuan to discern, which made her very passive.
But it had come to this, so she could only continue.
“If these videos get out, you should know better than I do what impact they’ll have on Wen Di. I also don’t want to fall out with her, or make an enemy of anyone. I have no other demands, I just want to maintain my current status in the entertainment industry.”
A silence of perhaps dozens of seconds followed.
Yan Heyu said, “Are you done?”
Xin Yuan took a breath and nodded.
Yan Heyu chuckled lightly, “Ming Jianjun is trying to use me.”
Xin Yuan adamantly denied, “What does that have to do with him?”
“At this point, you’re still defending him. Do you think you could have gotten those surveillance videos of mine on your own?”
Xin Yuan still tried to exonerate Ming Jianjun, not wanting Yan Heyu to take his anger out on Ming Jianjun, “There’s always a way to get it. He’s in trouble himself now, how could he care about me? He’s not that kind, he’s still siding with his wife. He keeps telling me to wait, but how long should I wait?”
Yan Heyu had no intention of arguing, “Tell Ming Jianjun that it’s not his place to threaten me. If anyone could threaten me, then I might as well not be the boss of Jingyue.”
Xin Yuan’s fingers on her lap bent slightly, but she still smiled, “It seems I’ve come to the wrong person. I can only go to Qi Mingche. He wouldn’t disregard his girlfriend.”
Yan Heyu said, “Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me. Ming Jianjun also wouldn’t let you go to his youngest son, because Qi Mingche can’t help him at all.”
Xin Yuan’s expression changed slightly.
Yan Heyu exposed her thoughts, “He sent you to threaten me, ostensibly to secure your resources in the entertainment industry, but actually he wants to use me to deal with his wife so he can easily regain control of the company. What did he promise you? To marry you after he gets the company and divorces? He’s a man who even uses his own son, would he marry you?”
Xin Yuan fell completely silent, her cheeks burning.
Yan Heyu didn’t want to waste any more words and called Kang Bo, telling him to bring over the information on Ming Jianjun’s extramarital affair.
Xin Yuan was stunned when she heard this.
Assistant Kang placed the relevant documents on the side table, a thick stack. He also brought a tablet, “Here’s the electronic version. If Ms. Xin doesn’t want to look at the paper evidence, you can just watch the videos.”
Swish, Xin Yuan’s face turned ashen. She hadn’t expected Yan Heyu to have things against her.
The evidence that Mrs. Ming had painstakingly tried to obtain, he found effortlessly.
What Xin Yuan didn’t know was that Yan Heyu had already begun investigating her and Ming Jianjun’s affair in January of this year.
At that time, Ming Jianjun used Wen Di as a shield, leading to Wen Di being misunderstood. Yan Heyu was displeased and ordered an investigation to find out who Ming Jianjun’s mistress really was.
The investigation revealed that Ming Jianjun had been using Wen Di all along, including the customized script, which was also meant to shield Xin Yuan.
Because Ming Jianjun had signed a contract with Qu Pei’s company, and Ming Jianjun was an investor in many of Director Ruan’s dramas, if he were to fall out with Ming Jianjun, Qu Pei’s side would suffer losses.
Later, Qu Pei also underwent surgery, and her emotions were not suitable for agitation.
For Wen Di, Qu Pei was more than just a boss.
Various reasons caused Yan Heyu to hesitate slightly and temporarily not move against Ming Jianjun.
Now, the other party had come knocking on his door.
Yan Heyu told Kang Bo, “Send a copy of these materials to Mrs. Ming right now.”
“Okay.”
“What are you doing!” Xin Yuan was agitated, “Mr. Yan, think carefully about the consequences before you send it. At worst, we’ll both be ruined.”
She would go down with Wen Di.
Yan Heyu looked at her, “You’re not qualified to threaten me.”
Kang Bo had a backup of the data on his phone, and he had already prepared Mrs. Ming’s email address, so he sent it directly.
Yan Heyu then instructed Assistant Kang again, “Also call Mrs. Ming and tell her that I’ll help her gain control of the company, on the condition that I join their company’s board of directors.”
This was commercial confidential information, but he didn’t care. He spoke openly in front of Xin Yuan, not minding if Ming Jianjun knew of his actions.
Xin Yuan was stunned; she had never expected this turn of events.
She thought Wen Di was her last resort, but unexpectedly, she was an anchor, pulling her straight to the bottom of the sea.
“You really don’t care about Wen Di?”
Yan Heyu said, “My feelings for her are none of your business.”
Xin Yuan: “Then don’t blame me for dragging her down with me.”
Yan Heyu’s expression remained unchanged: “You can try. I dared to appear with her after my engagement, so I’m not afraid of others’ threats.”
After a pause, he took a sip of hot water.
“Since Ming Jianjun told you I was engaged, you must know who I was engaged to.”
Xin Yuan knew, it was the Tian family, seemingly Tian Qinglu.
“Someone with Tian Qinglu’s personality wouldn’t dare to threaten me with Wen Di, so how could you and Ming Jianjun?”
Xin Yuan didn’t reply.
“If you’re not giving up, you can try to spread the videos of me and Wen Di. See if it explodes everywhere like you think it will.”
Yan Heyu didn’t overstate it, “Of course, you’re not without hope. You can try to find someone with a similar background to mine to help you. For example, the Jiang family, the Ye family, the Ren family, and the Qin family. See which one is willing to help you. Don’t bother with the Ye family, that’s my maternal grandfather’s family.”
Xin Yuan’s fingernail scraped across the coffee cup, almost breaking her newly done nail.
Yan Heyu finished the water in his cup and called for his secretary, “Please entertain Ms. Xin and refill her coffee.”
He stood up and returned to his office.
As soon as he sat down, Kang Bo knocked and entered.
“Mr. Yan, I’ve contacted Mrs. Ming.”
“What did she say?”
“Mrs. Ming agreed to your conditions.”
Now Mrs. Ming had no choice. If she didn’t cooperate with the boss, she wouldn’t find such a strong backing in a short time. She was also unwilling to hand over the company to Ming Jianjun, so she could only agree to the boss’s harsh terms.
Kang Bo then reported, “Xin Yuan has gone back.”
“Mm.” Yan Heyu wasn’t concerned about Xin Yuan. “Tell Ming Jianjun, next time won’t be like this. Tell him to behave himself.”
“I’ll contact him immediately.”
It seemed Ming Jianjun had started planning after learning about the boss’s relationship with Wen Di, first getting leverage over the boss, and then using it when he was in a passive position.
However, he had miscalculated. The boss was someone who hated being threatened the most.
Wen Di was an exception.
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By the end of October, the weather was gradually getting colder.
The osmanthus blooming season was almost over, and the fragrance was not as strong as before.
Wen Di had just watered a row of potted plants on her balcony when her phone rang.
Qi Mingche called her, asking if she was home.
“Yes, just come over directly.”
It was the weekend today, and Qi Mingche was off. After waking up that morning, he had zoned out for half an hour at home, still wanting to see Wen Di.
He was very tired, but he still missed her.
Even after drinking himself half-drunk at the bar that time, she was still on his mind.
His place wasn’t far from her apartment, a ten-minute drive.
Before hanging up, Wen Di said, “I’ll make you coffee.”
Qi Mingche had the password to Wen Di’s new apartment. Before entering, he rang the doorbell to let her know he had arrived, then entered the password to get in.
Wen Di brewed the coffee and poured two cups.
Qi Mingche didn’t like black coffee, but because she loved it, he ordered the same whenever he had coffee with her.
Over time, she thought he liked it too.
“Smells good, doesn’t it?” She picked up a cup and held it to his nose for him to smell.
Qi Mingche smiled, “Of course it smells good when you make it.”
Brewing coffee was the only thing she knew how to do.
Qi Mingche took the two cups of coffee to the bar table on the patio and also prepared a small piece of cake for Wen Di.
He always kept roses in a refrigerator. He trimmed two, placed them in a transparent glass with some water, and brought them to the bar table.
Wen Di sat on a high stool, resting her chin on her hand, and patted the stool next to her, telling him to sit.
Qi Mingche didn’t sit. He walked behind her, hugged her, leaned down, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
Wen Di reached back and touched his arm, “Tired?”
“A little. Just hugging you is enough.” He kissed her neck.
Wen Di turned to face him, her hands around his neck.
Qi Mingche released her, resting his hands on the edge of the bar table.
“Are your family’s matters still unresolved?”
“Still early.”
Qi Mingche touched her forehead with his, not wanting her to worry, “My mom and I can handle it.” He had something else to tell her today: “I’ll be going abroad for a while, for work and also for family matters.”
“Go ahead, it’ll be good for you to relax.”
Wen Di hesitated slightly, then said, “When you come back, I’ll go to a concert with you.”
She told him whose concert it was.
Qi Mingche blurted out, “You don’t like it. Let’s not go.”
She said, “You like it.”
Perhaps it would be their last concert together, he said, “Okay then.”
He was tired, and she could feel it.
From their initial happiness, to later trying to adapt to each other, to now where both felt pain yet were a bit unwilling to give up. They were both serious, and both tried to consider the other, but it still turned out this way.
“I’m sorry.”
Wen Di put her finger to his lips, “It’s just one concert you like, what’s there to be sorry about?” She asked, “What day is your flight? I’ll take you to the airport.”
“Tomorrow noon.”
Wen Di nodded, “I’ll pick you up in the morning.”
She hooked his neck and swung it slightly, “I have something to tell you.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to make time to see Yan Heyu. My name is on his villa’s title deed, and he’s still unwilling to remove it. I’ll talk to him face to face, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll have to go through legal procedures.”
There was another reason she wanted to meet Yan Heyu. She didn’t know if the issues with Qi Mingche’s family company were related to him.
Qi Mingche said, “You don’t need to report this to me. We have that much trust between us.”
“No, I have to, because you’re my boyfriend.”
Qi Mingche kissed her on the cheek, very attached.
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At noon, the property manager of her previous apartment sent her a message, saying she had a large package and to remember to pick it up. If she wasn’t free, they would deliver it upstairs.
It was probably the books her grandfather had sent. Her grandfather had called her yesterday, saying he had found some old books she would like and had packed a box for her.
However, her grandfather had forgotten that she had moved and habitually filled in her old apartment address.
She thanked the property manager and said she would go pick it up in the afternoon.
The aunt heard that she was going back to her old apartment and wanted to go with her, “I’ll get the cooking utensils. I’m used to the old ones, they’re handy.”
Wen Di told her to stay home, “I’ll go get them.”
The aunt insisted, “You don’t know what I need to get, so many pots, you won’t know which one is for what. I’ll also get the coffee machine, this one isn’t as good as the old one.”
So Wen Di took the aunt with her, so they could chat on the way.
The aunt asked her, “How many days will you stay at the resort?”
Qi Mingche was going abroad and probably wouldn’t be back for a while. She planned to stay at a resort for some time. She liked to be in a quiet place while writing scripts.
Wen Di told the aunt, “It depends, at least a month.”
The aunt heard she was going for so long, “Then I’ll go with you, I’ll cook whatever you want to eat.”
“No need, the resort has chefs.”
“They won’t make authentic Jiangcheng dishes though.” The aunt said, “Your mother gives me so much money every month, I can’t just take the money and not work.”
To reassure the aunt, Wen Di decided to take her to the resort. Anyway, she was staying in a suite, which had an extra room for the aunt.
Upon arriving at the apartment building, Wen Di parked her car in a parking spot.
The aunt said, “You go get the express delivery, I’ll go upstairs myself.”
Wen Di locked the car and went upstairs with the aunt, “The express delivery isn’t urgent. After we get the cooking utensils, I’ll move the car to the entrance and put everything in at once.”
The aunt packed a box and also packed the coffee machine to bring down.
Wen Di went to the property manager to pick up the express delivery, a large cardboard box weighing dozens of pounds. The security guard asked her if she was taking it back upstairs and offered to help carry it.
“I’ll go get the car. I’ll trouble you to help carry it to the entrance in a bit.”
“No trouble at all, it’s our duty.”
Wen Di went to get her car. A black SUV was parked next to her car, she didn’t know when it had arrived.
The owner had left her some space, but they overestimated her driving skills; she couldn’t swing the front of her car out at all.
She remembered this black G65. That time Qi Mingche came to pick her up, she got into the wrong car, and it was this one.
Having encountered this car twice, the owner must be a resident here.
Wen Di got out of the car, intending to find a security guard to contact the owner to move the car.
Before she had walked a few steps, a tall man walked over. He was wearing sunglasses, and his jawline was smooth and clear. He was on the phone, speaking English.
He stopped at the back door of the G65 and leaned against the car door.
Wen Di walked over, then suddenly stopped. She remembered that time she opened the wrong car door, the man wiping his glasses must have been this person, with long legs and an extraordinary demeanor.
She turned around, “Hello, is this your car?”
Xiao Donghan had just hung up the phone. The car wasn’t his, it was a friend’s car who was picking him up but had gone to the restroom.
He asked in return, “What is it?”
Wen Di said, “Your car is blocking mine. Could you please move it? I can’t drive out.”
Xiao Donghan didn’t have the car keys. When his car was rear-ended by Wen Di and sent for repairs, he had borrowed a friend’s car for a few days, and later returned the spare key to his friend.
He straightened up, walked over, and extended his hand, “Car keys.”
Wen Di was speechless, “You just need to move your car.”
“The keys aren’t with me.”
Wen Di tossed her car keys to him and told him, “Seat button number two is suitable for you.” She had set herself as number one in the memory seats; number two was set for Yan Heyu’s height. After they broke up, she forgot to clear it.
The man in front of her was about the same height as Yan Heyu.
Xiao Donghan got into the car and adjusted the seat.
Wen Di watched him drive the car out as if it were a toy car, making a few turns of the steering wheel.
“Thank you.”
Xiao Donghan didn’t say anything, getting out of the car.
Wen Di drove to the apartment building entrance, loaded the box of old books her grandfather had sent and the cooking utensils her aunt had packed. When she passed the same parking spot again, the black G65 was no longer there.
Back home, she placed the box of old books on the bookshelf. Her grandfather really understood her, knowing exactly what books she loved to read.
She packed a few more into her suitcase to read at the resort.
The next morning, she picked up Qi Mingche and took him to the airport.
This farewell was tinged with an inexplicable emotion, both for her and Qi Mingche.
Before security check, Wen Di voluntarily hugged Qi Mingche, “If you need my help with anything regarding your family, don’t hesitate to ask me. Whatever it is, don’t keep it bottled up.”
“I won’t.”
Qi Mingche also hugged her tightly, then lifted her off the ground and held her for a while.
“Put me down, everyone’s watching.”
Qi Mingche said, “Just a few more seconds.”
“When you get there, I’ll video call you.”
Wen Di nodded, “Okay.”
After sending off Qi Mingche, she contacted Assistant Kang, planning to resolve the issue of her name on the property title before going to the resort.
Assistant Kang received the message but didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he went to Yan Heyu’s office to report, showing him Wen Di’s message.
Yan Heyu looked at the text in the dialogue box and first asked, “Did she break up with Qi Mingche?”
“...No.”
Yan Heyu was silent for a moment, then said, “Since they haven’t broken up, there’s nothing good about her initiating a meeting with me.”
Assistant Kang: “...”
“Tell her I’m busy.”
This was a refusal to meet.
Assistant Kang had no choice but to reply according to his boss’s wishes: [Miss Wen, I’m sorry, Mr. Yan is busy at the moment.]
Wen Di: [Is he sure?]
Few people dared to speak to the boss in that tone. Assistant Kang looked at his boss: “Mr. Yan, Miss Wen is asking if you’re sure?”
Yan Heyu didn’t speak.
More than half a minute passed, and he still said nothing.
Kang Bo replied to Wen Di: [Miss Wen, please wait for Mr. Yan to consider and then he’ll reply to you.]
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The next day, Wen Di headed to the resort.
She stayed in a suite, which included a small independent kitchen. The aunt also brought cooking utensils.
This time, she chose a different resort, not the one she and Yan Heyu used to frequent.
Upon arriving at the resort, the manager came to greet her.
Qi Mingche had arranged the membership for her, saying that a friend of his friend had shares in it, who was the grandson of the used bookstore owner.
After checking in, Wen Di changed into comfortable clothes, grabbed a book, and went downstairs.
Staff led her to the private leisure area. The area was surrounded by lush vegetation, a natural oxygen bar, and opposite it was an artificial lake with pleasant scenery.
Where the tables and chairs were placed, there was a small stream flowing nearby, channeled from the mountains. It was said that the owner spent a lot of money to bring this stream here.
There was also a hot spring in the leisure area.
The staff prepared coffee for her. The coffee table had a special design, with a hidden mini-fridge inside, fully stocked with desserts, drinks, and fruits.
“Miss Wen, this is a massage chair. If you need anything, just press the bell.” The staff then showed her where the service bell was.
The staff left, and Wen Di opened her book to read. She became engrossed in reading and looked up two hours later.
The aunt had finished making soup and came to find her.
“I’m not hungry, just leave it for now.”
“Then I’ll reheat it when you want to drink it.”
Wen Di said, “Auntie, bring your handicrafts here to work on, the air is good.”
The aunt smiled and said no need, it would disturb her.
“It won’t disturb me, it’s too quiet here by myself.”
The aunt returned to her room to get her handicraft weaving supplies. She had recently been making some small decorations for Wen Di’s new home.
She chose the corner-most seat in the leisure area so as not to disturb Wen Di’s reading.
The aunt was from Jiangcheng, so Wen Di chatted with her in their dialect, their conversation rambling and light, talking about whatever came to mind.
Wen Di yawned. This was the first time in over eight months that she had felt drowsy during the day.
Perhaps the air here was comfortable.
She closed her book. There was a blanket prepared by the staff on the chair next to her. She took it and spread it over herself.
“Auntie, I’m going to take a nap.”
“Go ahead and sleep, I won’t leave. I’ll wake you up when the sun goes down.”
Wen Di slept soundly, and she didn’t wake up even when someone approached.
The aunt recognized Yan Heyu. On the night Wen Di and Qi Mingche went public with their relationship, he came to the apartment to find Wen Di, and the aunt had a very deep impression of him.
The aunt whispered, “Di Di is asleep.”
Yan Heyu nodded and said, “Wen Di invited me here.”
He tiptoed to Wen Di, half-crouching in front of her chair.
A book was on the coffee table, one of the very ones he had sent to Old Master Wen. He hadn’t expected it to find its way to her hands again.
Yan Heyu looked at her face. Her breathing was even, with no signs of waking up.
She seemed very sleepy.
Before they broke up, sometimes when he came back from a business trip in the middle of the night, she would already be asleep. He would put his finger in her palm, and she would tightly clasp it.
He wondered if, after eight months, she still had that kind of reliance.
Her hands rested on the blanket in front of her.
He carefully placed his hand in hers.
Wen Di stirred but didn’t wake up.
Her fingers curled slightly, sensing something. The next second, she instinctively clasped his hand tightly, just like before.
Her grip was like an invisible hand squeezing his heart.
A violent tearing, the pain unbearable.
He thought the worst was when she went public with her relationship.
Now he realized it wasn’t.
It was those little habits she couldn’t change, when he wasn’t by her side and couldn’t continue to indulge her.
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