A small candy

Chapter 49 Is Jian Ling Drunk?

Fan Yijun was warned.

Minglang received instructions from Cheng Zhixu and verbally admonished and threatened her in person. His words conveyed only one meaning - if she still wanted to stay in the Cheng family, she should not provoke Jian Ling in the future.

Fan Yijun was unwilling to accept this, but did not dare to disobey Minglang in person. She became even more convinced that Jian Ling had an ulterior motive with the favorite of her immediate superior.

She felt even more nauseous, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in her throat, threatening to make her vomit to death. For a while afterward, although she felt resentful, she didn't confront Jian Ling head-on again.

Jian Ling didn't know all this. After coaxing Cheng Zhixu, her mood also improved. Taking advantage of her free time these few days, she accompanied Dai Wangchu shopping and helped her choose a dress.

Two women stood in the clothing store, carefully examining the dress on the mannequin. Jian Ling, holding a cup of hot milk tea but not drinking it, glanced at Dai Wangchu and suddenly said, "You said that, didn't you?"

Dai Wangchu was stunned for a moment before he knew what she meant. He twitched his lips and admitted, "I just wanted to tell Minglang. It's up to him whether he wants to tell Mr. Cheng or not. I can only take half the blame, and he'll take the other half."

Jian Ling pouted to express her disapproval, then suddenly realized something new: "You and Minglang, when did you add each other's private contact information?"

Dai Wangchu said calmly, "It's purely accidental. Don't make wild guesses. We're fine."

"Really?" Jian Ling looked at her, somewhat unconvinced.

"Of course." Dai Wangchu turned around and met her gaze openly. "I know what you're thinking, but I'm telling you, that's impossible. I finally passed the assessment and became a regular employee. I'm staying here at Cheng's and making a difference. That's why I wouldn't be so desperate as to have an office romance. It's okay if it lasts, but if something goes wrong, the woman will always suffer."

Comrade Dai Wangchu was quite clear-headed and rational. Office romance was a strict no-no for her, even though there was no such rule in the company.

Jian Ling consciously put herself in the situation, and well, she was the one who "couldn't bear to have an office romance."

Dai Wangchu smiled and bumped her shoulder: "Don't take it personally, I'm not talking about you."

After shopping for over an hour, Dai Wangchu still couldn't find a suitable evening gown. She sighed, "A good quality one would cost several thousand, almost as much as a month's salary. I won't have a suitable occasion to wear it after the annual meeting. It's a waste."

Jian Ling bit the straw and drank a sip of milk tea, chewing the taro balls inside, and said vaguely: "If you don't mind, you can go to my house and pick one out. I have a lot of dresses at home that I haven't worn yet."

Dai Wangchu's eyes lit up, and he showed that he didn't mind, so he went home with her - of course, to Jian's house.

From then on, Dai Wangchu realized that his original guess was correct. Jian Ling was indeed a young lady from some family who came out to experience life, so it was not surprising that she was with Cheng Zhixu.

Jian Ling's dressing room was something she had only seen in TV dramas. It was the size of an ordinary person's apartment, with huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors on both walls and dazzling lights. Rows of dazzling dresses and casual clothes were divided into different areas according to the depth of their colors and hung in the wardrobe. There were also display cabinets for shoes, bags, and jewelry.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is "blinding".

The two girls spent the entire afternoon playing in the cloakroom, covered in a thick wool carpet. After Dai Wangchu had chosen her dress, she simply sprawled out on the floor, staring at the bright white light overhead. "What about you? What are you wearing?"

Jian Ling sat barefoot, leaning against the wardrobe behind her: "Cheng Zhixu said he wanted to give me one."

Dai Wangchu clicked his tongue and turned his head away with a teasing smile.

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There was still some time to get busy before the annual meeting. After all, it was the end of the year, so she couldn't let up. While Jian Ling was busy, she didn't forget the important task she had been entrusted by Manager Yuan to present a program for the annual meeting on behalf of the planning department.

She chose the easy violin performance. She had been taught by professional teachers since she was a child, so she didn't have to cram at the last minute. However, she hadn't touched it much since she started college, so it was inevitable that she was a little rusty.

Taking advantage of a break from work, Jian Ling picked up the violin again and practiced a few familiar pieces. She picked out one that she played skillfully and submitted it to the program.

The annual meeting will officially be held on the evening of January 1st, and the Spring Festival will be more than a week later.

Jian Ling didn't go to the holiday villa with her colleagues; she took Cheng Zhixu's private car. They sat in the back seat, Jian Ling wearing the evening gown Cheng Zhixu had given her, but she wasn't exactly happy. The champagne-colored gown had a V-neck and a narrow waistline, embroidered with golden feathers that stretched from the waist to the chest. The hem of the gown shimmered with flowing tulle. It was indeed striking and exquisite, the only drawback being that it was too conservative!
The dress had long sleeves and a long skirt that trailed on the ground, revealing only the neck and collarbone, while the rest of the body was completely covered.

Cheng Zhixu's "good intentions" were obvious. At the end, he even asked her hypocritically, "Do you like it? I've been choosing for a long time."

Jian Ling gave him a forced smile, bared her teeth at him, turned her head and responded to him with the back of her head.

Cheng Zhixu placed his palm on her thigh and squeezed it purposefully. He didn't notice whether she was wearing leggings underneath, so he leaned his head to the side of her neck and asked in a low voice, "Are you wearing thermal pants?"

The holiday villa was well heated, but outside it was freezing cold, with a biting wind and frost. He was worried that she would run around too much and catch a cold.

Jian Ling lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her calves, then lifted them up for him to see. Her flesh-colored thermal pants tightly wrapped around her legs, making them invisible through the layers of skirt. "I'm wearing them."

She is not stupid. The dress can cover her instep, so of course she chose the warmest way.

Cheng Zhixu smiled and rubbed the person into his arms, praising, "It looks good." Although he chose a long-sleeved dress, his aesthetic taste was also online. The sleeves were made of the same chiffon as the skirt, and there was a flowing bow tied on the shoulder, which was charming and charming, as if a real butterfly had landed on it.

As the car drove into the holiday villa, Jian Ling tensed her spine and said to the driver in front, "Stop."

The driver naturally knew her relationship with Cheng Zhixu, and pulled over when he heard it.

Jian Ling emerged from Cheng Zhixu's embrace, grabbed a knitted shawl and wrapped it around her. She grabbed her violin bag with one hand, opened the car door, and got out, so quickly that he couldn't react. She closed the door with her backhand and waved to the man inside, smiling, "I'll be in first. Come back later."

Without waiting for his response, Jian Ling walked towards the hall where the annual meeting was held in her eight-centimeter stilettos. In the dark night and the soft moonlight, she looked like a runaway bride from behind.

Cheng Zhixu burst out laughing, and the driver remained silent. After a moment, he told the driver to drive to the rest area on the other side of the villa, as he didn't want to go there for a social event so early.

Jian Ling stepped onto the stairs holding up her cumbersome skirt, and suddenly remembered that her handbag was left in Cheng Zhixu's car. After thinking about it, she decided to forget it and not put on makeup for the time being.

Pushing open the hall's two golden doors, Jian Ling took in the room, which was filled with people drinking and chatting, elegantly dressed people, and familiar and unfamiliar colleagues gathered in groups of three or four to chat. The stage in front had been set up, and staff were adjusting the sound equipment in preparation for the upcoming performances.

Jian Ling walked in, the scent of various perfumes mingling around her nose. She shrugged, first looking for a place to store her violin, then ran to find Dai Wangchu.

She wore a dark blue evening gown with a high slit and her hair half-tied up, shedding the formality of a professional beauty and exuding elegance and grace. Dai Wangchu spotted Jian Ling in a flash, his eyes lit up with joy, and he hurried over to greet her, "Why are you here just now?"

Jian Ling covered her lips and whispered, "I came here with Boss Cheng. It's late and the traffic is a bit congested."

"Boss Cheng has good taste. It's stunning." Dai Wangchu looked at her evening gown. Aside from the color, it was almost as good as a wedding dress. She was stunned and couldn't stop praising it. "She'll definitely outshine the whole place!"

Jian Ling tugged at the hem of her fluttering, cloud-like skirt, frowning slightly in dissatisfaction: "Don't you think the style is a bit conservative?"

Dai Wangchu looked at him again, touched her chin and nodded, "Yes, conservative." After she finished speaking, she burst into laughter. Thinking of Cheng Zhixu's intention, she immediately gave her a thumbs up and said, "I admire Mr. Cheng. He really has good intentions."

Jian Ling also laughed. Dai Wangchu glanced at her and handed her a glass of champagne from the long table: "I remember you stopped taking the medicine. Is it okay to drink champagne?"

Jian Ling shook her head and refused: "I can't drink much, and I have something to do later, so I don't dare to drink." Dai Wangchu knew that she couldn't drink much. She had said that she couldn't drink at the department's welcome dinner before. He just didn't expect that her alcohol tolerance was so poor that she even declined champagne.

Jian Ling wandered around the hall. Several people came up to her and asked for her WeChat, but she rejected them. Just when Cheng Zhixu walked in, a man from the administration department was still chatting with Jian Ling, asking for her contact information. His words revealed his fondness for her, and his confession was very strong.

Jian Ling retreated: "Sorry, I didn't bring my phone..."

Before she finished the last word, she caught a glimpse of Cheng Zhixu out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over and their eyes met. He gave her a warning look with a sullen face, without hiding anything and not afraid of being discovered.

Jian Ling refused even more completely: "I'm really sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Fan Yijun glanced at her frequently, and seeing her reject three men in a row, he finally couldn't help showing a look of contempt, and drank the champagne in his hand, with ruthlessness hidden in his eyes.

The host took the microphone and came on stage to deliver an opening speech to liven up the atmosphere. His eloquence was indeed amazing, just like a crosstalk, lively and funny. With just a few words, he introduced today's protagonist - Cheng Zhixu.

"Please welcome Mr. Cheng to the stage to give his speech!"

The applause in the hall was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, Cheng Zhixu ascended the stage from the side steps. He was dressed in a pure black, couture suit, tall and handsome, with the aura of a superior figure perfectly captured. He stood before the microphone, raised it slightly, and with a casual glance, the room fell into a hushed silence, as if the mute button had been pressed.

Cheng Zhixu didn't go into too much detail, but simply summarized the achievements and progress of the year, mentioned a few future development guidelines, paused, and smiled faintly, telling everyone to have a good time tonight and not to save him any money.

The atmosphere reached a climax again, with applause and cheers rising one after another.

Cheng Zhixu walked off the stage and toasted with several company executives. The host took the stage to officiate the event, and each department took turns performing. A colleague from the planning department came over to cheer Jian Ling on. She remained calm, patting her chest and saying, "No problem."

When other departments were rehearsing for a show at the company, we'd all gone to watch, feeling awkward but also enjoying the show. The show had lost its originality.

Tonight is the official performance. The people who put on the show put a lot of thought into it, so it doesn't look that shoddy. Especially the skit adapted from the "Battle of Red Boy" in "Journey to the West". The actors who played the four masters and apprentices all worked very hard, and the jokes they threw out one after another made everyone laugh.

It was almost Jian Ling's turn. She went over to pick up her violin, checked it carefully, and fixed her makeup and hair. The next second, she heard the host calling her name.

Cheng Zhixu stopped talking to the person next to him and looked at the stage with a little surprise - Jian Ling had signed up for the program on behalf of the planning department, but he didn't even know about it.

When he saw her getting into the car carrying a violin bag, he asked curiously, and the girl lied and said that her colleague needed it and borrowed it from her.

Little liar.

Jian Ling walked onto the stage and found Cheng Zhixu. As expected, she saw his surprised expression and curled her lips into a sly smile.

She lifted the violin to her neck, her other hand resting on the bow. Melodic music poured out, filling the entire hall. The beautiful girl closed her eyes, lost in the music. After a moment, she opened them and stared at the man. The others in the hall became a disembodied background; he was the only one she could see.

After the song ended, applause broke out from the audience.

Jian Ling bowed and performed a simple curtain call before stepping down from the stage. Her long skirt dragged on the ground, and she took each step slowly and carefully. Her profile was incredibly beautiful under the light.

Cheng Zhixu held up a glass of champagne and stared at her for a long time. Thinking that she might need a handbag, he turned around and found Minglang and whispered an order.

Jian Ling put her violin away and reentered the room. She happened to pass by Ming Lang, who took the opportunity to quietly hand her the handbag: "Boss Cheng asked me to give it to you."

Jian Ling was just about to touch up her makeup later, so she smiled and thanked him when she heard that. She tucked her hair behind her ears, stood beside Dai Wangchu holding her handbag, and continued to watch the programs of other departments.

After all the performances were over, Jian Ling undoubtedly became another protagonist of the night besides Cheng Zhixu. She was shining brightly standing in the crowd, with her own filter.

The company was generous and announced early on that the winner of the best program would receive an extra prize.

Jian Ling was originally drafted by her supervisor as a temporary help, but she didn't expect to win the prize. Facing everyone's envious gazes, she smiled modestly and kept a low profile.

She went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, and came back looking radiant, with rosy red lips and fair and translucent skin, a true fairy.

She was a little thirsty, and most of the drinks served tonight were alcoholic. She picked and chose from the pile of drinks and picked up a glass of strange-colored juice, which seemed to be a mixture of fruit and vegetable juices. It was relatively healthy and not intoxicating.

Dai Wangchu was playing games with colleagues in the department, and Jian Ling went over to watch. Having suffered a loss in a game a long time ago, Jian Ling didn't dare to participate anymore and just watched from the side. She casually placed her drink cup on the low table beside her and leaned over Dai Wangchu's shoulder, watching her dominate everyone.

They were playing Werewolf, and to spice things up, the worst player had to be punished. Dai Wangchu, a skilled actor, managed to cheat his way through every game and emerge the winner.

Jian Ling was like a reinforcement, applauding and cheering for her from time to time.

Dai Wangchu turned his head to look at her, and used his eyes to signal her to join in: "Want to play together? It's very simple."

"If you lose, you have to drink." Jian Ling shook her head, "I can't do that."

"I'll drink it for you." Dai Wangchu was in high spirits, with a noticeable blush on his face.

Jian Ling was a little tempted, but when she thought about her gaming habit, she backed off: "No, I'm happy just watching you play."

They started a new game, and Dai Wangchu quickly joined in.

Jian Ling stared at them intently. She picked up the long-forgotten fruit and vegetable juice beside her and took a few sips. Her brow furrowed slightly. She wondered if there was something wrong with her sense of taste, but the taste seemed different. She raised her glass and checked. It was hers, and everyone else at the low table was drinking champagne.

Maybe it just had a weird taste, she didn't think it tasted good.

Jian Ling hadn't eaten anything that night. After drinking a glass of fruit and vegetable juice, she went to the dessert area to get something to eat. With her stomach about 60% full, she squinted, feeling a little dizzy. The hustle and bustle of people in the hall made her eyes hurt. The dazzling crystal chandelier above her head illuminated the world, and she saw it as if it were upside down.

Jian Ling shook her dizzy head, relying on her memory to locate Dai Wangchu and the others. She slumped down on the sofa, propping up her head in a daze. Her cheeks were unnaturally flushed, and her eyes were wandering, unable to find focus.

"What's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

Someone was talking next to her, but it wasn't Dai Wangchu's voice. Jian Ling paused, straining to open her eyes. She couldn't make out the other person's features, but based solely on the voice, she could tell it was a man.

Not far away, Fan Yijun leaned against a carved wooden cabinet, on which sat a glass of fruit and vegetable juice that had once belonged to Jian Ling. She glanced at the juice, then looked at Jian Ling's current state through the crowd and sneered.

That night at the department dinner, everyone in the planning department knew that Jian Ling never drank alcohol and would get drunk easily. So when she played games, no matter how challenging the task was, she chose to complete it, refusing to drink the penalty drink.

I heard she gets drunk and acts crazy? That's going to be fun.

　Hahahahahahaha, there's something interesting to watch :)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)