Wen Lan Sheng affectionately held Fan Xia's arm, his sweet smile tinged with shyness. "Yes, the wedding date is set for two months from now. CEO, you must come!"
There was a loud crash in Rong Xiu's mind. He couldn't hear anything Wen Lan Sheng said afterwards, only able to see his blindingly happy smile. The chopsticks in his hand were almost snapped in half.
"It seems the CEO doesn't know about our engagement yet. Xia Xia, you didn't tell him? After all, he's your senior." Wen Lan Sheng looked at Rong Xiu's stiff face and hooked up a mocking smile.
Six years ago, he was no match for him. Six years later, it's still the same.
Fan Xia glanced at Rong Xiu, her clear and gentle eyes filled with a spring-like soft light. "I haven't had a chance to say it, and I didn't bring the invitation either."
"This is very simple." Wen Lan Sheng said to Rong Xiu's shocked and disbelieving face with a smile, "There are electronic invitations now. Senior, do you mind if I add you on WeChat and send you an invitation?"
Rong Xiu's thin lips had completely lost their color. The hand hidden under the table clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging and trembling slightly.
Wen Lan Sheng's happy and smug smile was like sharp shards of glass, piercing his eyes, making his whole body tremble with pain. The treasure he had finally regained after losing it was once again easily taken away by someone else. And after this time, she would never come back. She would be someone else's wife, having children with another man. He would completely lose her.
"Senior? Senior?" Seeing no response from Rong Xiu, Wen Lan Sheng called out in a low voice.
Rong Xiu came back to his senses in a panic, meeting Wen Lan Sheng's smiling eyes, declaring how happy he was being nourished by Fan Xia, how blissful their life had been for so many years.
There was never a place for him in their world. Fan Xia's eyes never had a trace of his shadow. He was just an insignificant secret admirer. Only he knew about the heartache and bitter despair of his teenage years.
"Can I add you on WeChat? I'll send you the electronic invitation." Wen Lan Sheng repeated his words, but it seemed to make Rong Xiu fall into a deep sea filled with ice shards, suffocating him.
"Lan Sheng." A gentle voice, light and soft, shone like a beam of light, clearly speaking to Wen Lan Sheng, but it pulled Rong Xiu out of suffocation. However, the frozen blood in his body could not be warmed up again.
Fan Xia glanced at Rong Xiu, whose expression was unnatural, and whispered in Wen Lan Sheng's ear, "Don't say anymore. Don't make it difficult for him."
As the chairman and CEO of Shanhai Group, Rong Xiu couldn't just casually add people on WeChat, let alone her being just an ordinary junior of Rong Xiu's with little interaction. She didn't expect Wen Lan Sheng, who was usually prudent, to suddenly take the initiative and make such an unreasonable request. She spoke up to stop him.
Wen Lan Sheng pursed his lips and said softly, "Understood. I didn't consider it thoroughly."
"It's okay." Rong Xiu lowered his head, his brows and eyes dull and lifeless, as if even the light in his eyes had burned into dead ashes. He took out his phone and pulled up the QR code, his eyes overflowing with unbeknownst sorrow, yet he still had to pretend to be happy. "Add me."
"CEO?" Fan Xia's eyes flashed with a slight surprise.
"On the wedding day… I will attend." The hand hidden under the table was already suppressed into a hideous twist, the purple veins on the verge of bursting. His nails dug into the flesh of his palm, but he seemed to enjoy the surging pain as if self-torturing, watching the person he had admired for seven years show affection to another man. The tip of his tongue was bitten, and his reluctant thin lips stretched into a difficult smile. "Fan Xia… congratulations."
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CEO's office. Zhuang Nian came out from inside in a dejected manner and whispered beside Fan Xia, "Chief Assistant Fan, the CEO's mood is not very good this afternoon... Good luck to you."
Fan Xia looked at the documents in her hand that she was about to give to Rong Xiu for review and asked, "What is the CEO angry about?"
Zhuang Nian pouted. "Who knows? Men are creatures with unstable moods."
Fan Xia was uncertain. She always felt that someone like Rong Xiu, who could turn the tide when Shanhai Group was in crisis, would not vent his emotions like ordinary people, let alone take it out on irrelevant people.
She knocked lightly on the door, and a low, hoarse male voice came out. "Come in."
Fan Xia pushed the door and entered.
The light in the office was cold. Rong Xiu's tall figure was hidden in the desolate light. His exquisitely tailored suit jacket was casually thrown on the guest sofa to the side, revealing a crumpled white shirt and a loosened tie. His handsome and unapproachable cold features rarely showed a trace of weary melancholy.
"Is there something?" Rong Xiu looked at her, his tone and emotion sounding without any abnormality, only his rimless glasses were casually placed on the desk. The thin lenses reflected a cold light, and the small wine-red teardrop mole under the corner of his left eye looked particularly fragile and shattered on his currently lonely face.
Fan Xia withdrew her stunned gaze and handed the documents to him. "These documents need your signature."
"... Okay." Rong Xiu sat up slightly, his slender and fair fingers picking up a limited edition fountain pen said to be from a certain master in the city. The black leather arm band on his arm outlined the tight lines of his arm. The cuff rubbed slightly on the document as his pen moved, leaving a row of names. His handwriting was clear and powerful, more like a work of art than the fountain pen in his hand, unforgettable once seen.
After signing, Fan Xia hesitated for a moment and chose to leave.
Until getting off work, Fan Xia didn't see Rong Xiu come out of the office again.
Zhuang Nian pulled Fan Xia, who was standing hesitantly in front of the office, and whispered, "Chief Assistant Fan, I know you're worried about the CEO, but based on my experience of being by the CEO's side for so many years, going in at this time won't help him, but only make him more upset. If we could really help, he would have instructed us long ago. Let's go!"
Zhuang Nian urged her to leave in a low voice. The moment she left the office, through the slightly open crack of the door, she saw Rong Xiu's figure shrouded in the desolate light, the wine-red teardrop mole on half of his face as if sinking into the lonely night. A trace of concern flashed in Fan Xia's eyes.
When she entered the underground garage, Fan Xia saw Wen Lan Sheng standing beside the car, wearing a simple white shirt made of cotton and linen. Seeing Fan Xia walking towards him, he pursed his lips and smiled faintly, his temperament fresh and clean. "Finally off work. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Fan Xia hid Rong Xiu's dejected and gloomy appearance in her heart and smiled slightly. "Something delayed me for a bit."
Wen Lan Sheng opened the car door and leaned lazily on the seat, teasing, "It wasn't the CEO who delayed you, right? He's known as a lofty flower, an ascetic male god."
"Don't overthink." Fan Xia smiled faintly and leaned over to fasten Wen Lan Sheng's seat belt.
Her slender and delicate fingertips slid past his waist, her thick and smooth long hair falling from her shoulders, a familiar faint fragrance passing by his nose, rippling in his heart.
With a light click, the seat belt was fastened. Fan Xia raised her eyes, the corners of her mouth carrying a faint smile.
Wen Lan Sheng's breath hitched. Even after being together for many years, he still sank countless times in Fan Xia's affectionate gaze, like a gentle sea, making people linger and fall.
But he was not the only one coveting this gentle sea.
Wen Lan Sheng suddenly hugged her neck, his tongue skillfully unbuttoning the second button of her shirt, kissing her slender neck possessively, his breath ambiguous and heavy. "I don't care. Although you two are just superior and subordinate, men and women are different. Don't get too close to him."
Fan Xia's laughter was gentle and soft, rubbing his soft and slightly curly black hair, tenderly saying, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Wen Lan Sheng let go of his hand in satisfaction. "That's more like it."
"So what's for dinner tonight?" Fan Xia asked while driving. "Let's go to the vegetable market near the neighborhood. The dishes in restaurants are not hygienic. It's healthier and more nutritious to make them at home. How about braised prawns, cold jellyfish salad, and seafood soup for you tonight?" Wen Lan Sheng said.
Fan Xia smiled gently, "Okay, but it will be hard on you, having to cook for me after getting off work."
Wen Lan Sheng bit his lip, Fan Xia's thoughtfulness making a shy and bright smile appear on his lips. "I'm just an ordinary little clerk in the company. My work is very easy. Most of the day, I'm just gossiping and slacking off. It's not tiring at all. Besides, I like cooking for you."
Fan Xia drove silently, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, filled with the warm glow of the sunset.
Wen Lan Sheng was about to say something more when an urgent phone ring sounded. He took the call, "Hello, Dad?"
"What?"
The smile on Wen Lan Sheng's face froze, and the atmosphere in the car instantly became heavy.
"What happened?" Fan Xia asked.
Wen Lan Sheng put down the phone, his eyes panicked and urgent. "Xia Xia, my mom fell from the stairs and is in the hospital now."
"It's okay." Fan Xia comforted and immediately turned the car around. "We'll go to the hospital now."
Love Stand Hospital, one of the private hospitals under Shanhai Group.
Fan Xia and Wen Lan Sheng hurried over. A man in his fifties was already crying like a tear person outside the ward.
"Dad, how is Mom?" Wen Lan Sheng asked anxiously.
Wen Lan Sheng's father, Xie Cen, pinched the already wet tissue and sobbed, "Your mom fell from the stairs and injured her leg. The doctor said there's no major problem, but she needs to recuperate well. You know, it takes a hundred days for tendons and bones to heal. I've said before that the old tenement building allocated by our work unit is too old. It's inconvenient for us elderly to go up and down without an elevator. Something was bound to happen sooner or later!"
Xie Cen hugged Wen Lan Sheng and rambled on while crying. Fan Xia quietly leaned against the wall, her long lashes lowered slightly, her eyes dark and unclear.
After crying and complaining for more than ten minutes, Wen Lan Sheng pursed his lips and walked towards her.
Fan Xia raised her head, her eyes once again tinged with intoxicating gentleness. "How is it? Is your dad better?"
Wen Lan Sheng nodded, but his expression was still unpleasant, as if he had something on his mind.
Finally, as if making up his mind, he held Fan Xia's hand and said, "Xia Xia, my mom broke her leg and can't move around easily for a while. The house at home is too old, and it's on the sixth floor without an elevator. My sister is abroad, and my dad can't take care of her alone. Could… could you…" Wen Lan Sheng gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty. "Could you let my parents stay at our place for now?"
After saying that, Wen Lan Sheng lowered his head, not daring to look into Fan Xia's eyes.
They hadn't registered their marriage yet, and even the wedding hadn't been held. The small two-bedroom apartment they were living together in now was bought by Fan Xia herself and had nothing to do with him.
Since ancient times, it was always the husband who lived with the wife and the wife's parents. No one had ever heard of the husband's parents entering the house.
Introducing a new novel: Daily Life of a Scumbag Man Giving Birth (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The way for a promiscuous scumbag man to atone for his sins is to let him get… pregnant.
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, scammed countless women, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it's female dominance or not doesn't matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn't it easier to scam them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What's wrong with sleeping around? I don't want you to marry me. I'm meant to be a playboy. I don't care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I'll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He's pregnant.
● The female lead has a deceased husband and a daughter.
● The male lead is a scumbag with no bottom line, undeserving of sympathy. Even after being with the female lead, he still tries to cheat, but fails to climb the wall and is caught and severely punished, gradually being educated into a female-dominated man.
● The male lead has a constitution prone to pregnancy. As retribution for his scumbag behavior in his previous life, he will give birth to more than one child and experience miscarriages.
● This is an unhealable healing story.
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