Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

When Shen Yicheng saw Wen Ruan enter, he touched the receiver with his fingertips, nodded slightly, and told the person on the other end of the phone, "No problem, I'll arrange for someone to go to the airport immediately."

Seeing that he had hung up the phone, Wen Ruan gently placed the documents on the desk and said in a humble yet assertive manner, "Director, here are the documents you requested."

"Hmm." Shen Yicheng took it, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Wen Ruan, your employment file shows you are fluent in German and French and can independently perform advanced simultaneous interpretation?"

Wen Ruan replied calmly, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yicheng's tense brows relaxed slightly. "The translator originally assigned to the European photovoltaic business delegation was in a car accident and hospitalized. The other bilingual translators in the hospital are all on assignment abroad. Can you temporarily take over?"

Wen Ruan thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay."

She doesn't have any urgent tasks to complete at the moment.

"Okay, I'll send you the mission personnel information and the contact person's contact details. They value this cooperation very much, so please try your best to avoid any omissions when translating."

"OK."

Wen Ruan showed no sign of impatience at being assigned a task at the last minute, which made Shen Yicheng take a few more glances at her.

Back at her workstation, Wen Ruan grabbed her coat and bag and headed to the airport.

An hour later, the airport was bustling with people.

Wen Ruan stood at the exit, holding a sign to welcome guests.

Before long, she recognized the tall Reinhardt in the crowd.

Wen Ruan quickly stepped forward and greeted him: "Mr. Reinhardt, hello, I am Wen Ruan from the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, and I am also your accompanying translator for this trip."

She speaks fluent and standard German, and her voice is very pleasant to the ear.

Reinhardt paused for a few seconds in surprise, then nodded politely: "I'm sorry, Ms. Wen, the flight was delayed. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Your German is excellent."

Over the years, he has collaborated with many translation agencies, but he has rarely heard such pure, authentic, and accent-free German spoken by translators in China.

"Thank you," Wen Ruan said with a slight smile.

As she spoke, she turned slightly to the side, extending her palm towards the exit with an elegant demeanor. "The hotel and restaurant are all arranged. Would you and your team like to head over to your accommodation to rest first, or are there other plans?"

"Wait a moment, let me discuss this with my team."

"it is good."

Reinhardt turned his head and whispered to his team behind him.

He then looked at Wen Ruan and said, "Ms. Wen, the person in charge of the Ji Group, whom we originally planned to discuss cooperation with this afternoon, is only available in the morning. If we miss today, we will probably have to wait another three days. We have limited time and would like to go to the Ji Group first."

Wen Ruan's smile froze slightly.

Ji family?

It seems that only one company in Beijing possesses top-tier photovoltaic energy storage technology, and that company is Ji Shiyan, the head of Ji's Group.

This is just too much of a coincidence...

If she had known beforehand that she would be liaising with Ji Shiyan, she definitely wouldn't have agreed to let Hua Hua deliver the documents, nor would she have agreed to be the new director's temporary translator.

After all, they had just been trending on social media, and if they met again, it would definitely cause a lot of gossip if someone with ulterior motives took a picture of them.

Given Ji Shiyan's personality, he would definitely believe that it was a carefully planned scheme by her.

The thought of this gave Wen Ruan a terrible headache.

But she had no other choice but to grit her teeth and go for it.

Composing herself, Wen Ruan gave a professional smile: "Okay, I'll contact them now to arrange a meeting."

"Thank you, Miss Wen."

The group boarded the commercial vehicle belonging to the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation.

Wen Ruan dialed the number of the person in charge at the Ji family and briefly explained the situation.

The other party told them to come directly over.

During the drive, Reinhardt, who was in the back seat, struck up a conversation.

Wen Ruan turned her head and answered calmly.

Seeing this, Reinhardt smiled and said, "Ms. Wen, your boss should have told you that the purpose of our trip is to cooperate on photovoltaic energy storage, and the Ji family's technology is among the best in the world, so we may have to trouble you later."

"This is my job," Wen Ruan said.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the Ji's Building.

Wen Ruan led Reinhardt and his entourage into the lobby.

Just then, the doors to the president's private elevator opened silently.

Several high-ranking members of the Ji family escorted a tall, imposing figure as he slowly walked out.

Ji Shiyan was dressed in a bespoke black Italian suit, with sharp features and a terrifying aura.

His gaze swept over Reinhardt and his group first, then turned cold and hard when it landed on Wen Ruan's beautiful face.

Again?

well.

Not content with creating a buzz online, she's now going to great lengths to follow him to his workplace.

Getting married, secretly taking photos, blocking...

She was a master of all the tricks of playing hard to get.

Wen Ruan caught his somber gaze and couldn't help but sigh.

really.

Regardless of whether her meetings with him were unnecessary due to work, in Ji Shiyan's eyes, they always seemed to involve ulterior motives.

She forced herself to calm down and met his gaze with composure, as if silently telling him that she had come on a serious business.

Ji Shiyan concealed the disgust in his eyes and stepped forward to greet Reinhardt with a handshake.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Ji Shiyan's assistant led the way, saying, "Mr. Reinhardt, the meeting room is ready! Please!"

The conference room is on the 28th floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering stunning views of Beijing.

Wen Ruan sat to one side of the delegation, and her translation officially began from the moment Reinhardt uttered his first sentence.

The two sides engaged in a back-and-forth battle over technology costs, market share, and the power to influence the market. The numerous specialized photovoltaic terms posed a significant challenge for translators.

Even a single mistranslated word can have an impact on both parties.

At first, Ji Shiyan lazily crossed his legs and looked at Wen Ruan with disdain, thinking that she was just using work as a pretext to create opportunities to meet.

But it only took 5 minutes.

The disdain and amusement in his eyes transformed into shock.

The woman sat upright with her back straight and her eyelashes slightly lowered. No matter how obscure the terminology or how complex the sentence structure, she switched between the two languages ​​fluently and could even fill in any gaps in her spoken language.

Zero lag and zero errors throughout the entire process.

Ji Shiyan's fingertips, which were tapping the table, paused slightly, as if something had brushed against his heart.

He had to admit that her professional abilities far exceeded his expectations.

But this stunning moment was fleeting.

She did this to get his attention.

Halftime arrived in the blink of an eye.

Reinhardt turned his head and praised her generously, "Miss Wen, you are the best translator I have ever met."

"Thank you." Wen Ruan glanced at Ji Shiyan out of the corner of her eye and saw him staring straight at her, his gaze as sharp as ever, as if trying to see through her.

She selectively ignored it, as if she hadn't seen it.

One of the delegation members needed to use the restroom, and Wen Ruan got up to lead the way.

She led the person to the bathroom door, then went into the sink next to it to wash her hands.

Today's translation work was a piece of cake for her; what really annoyed her was Ji Shiyan.

Hey!

After letting out a soft sigh, Wen Ruan wiped the water off her hands with a tissue. Just as she turned around, someone blocked her way.

She looked up, meeting Ji Shiyan's cold and mocking dark eyes. "Mr. Ji, is there something you need?"

Seeing her aloof demeanor, Ji Shiyan smiled wryly. "Wen Ruan, do you think I'll fall for your tricks? This is my last warning, don't do anything stupid again. I will never like you in this lifetime, and I will never take someone else's secondhand goods."