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

Jiang Yubai was reaching for his glasses on the bedside table when he heard this. He paused, looked down at the panic in her eyes, and said in a soft voice, "No, I just couldn't sleep well and kept tossing and turning."

After saying that, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses perfectly concealing the darkness deep within his eyes.

Wen Ruan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

Jiang Yubai's dark eyes fell on her still somewhat pale face, and his tone left no room for argument: "Don't go to the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation today."

"Yes." Wen Ruan nodded. "The director approved two days of leave for me yesterday."

Just then, his phone rang with its own special ringtone, and Jiang Wanxing's name appeared on the screen.

She works in the Information Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, where she is in charge of handling public opinion emergencies related to foreign affairs.

The call at this hour was clearly about a business emergency.

Wen Ruan happened to see this, her eyes lowered, as if she had been pulled back to reality from the virtual world.

Jiang Yubai calmly answered the phone, and her anxious voice came from the other end: "Yubai, there was a critical flaw in the manuscript that was pre-reviewed this morning. The foreign delegation arrived ahead of schedule, and the ministry wants you to come and cover for them as soon as possible."

His brow furrowed suddenly, and his fingers tightened slightly around his phone. "Stabilize the situation, seal all pending articles, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly got up and put on his coat.

Seeing his obvious anxiety, Wen Ruan couldn't help but feel a tightness in her chest.

In the three years of their marriage, she had rarely seen him lose his composure like this.

He was usually calm and composed, remaining unfazed even when facing large-scale international press conferences. However, a single phone call from Jiang Wanxing could instantly change his mood.

"Has something happened to Miss Jiang?" Wen Ruan suppressed the bitterness in her mouth and asked casually.

"Okay, I'll have someone bring breakfast later. You get some rest." Jiang Yubai finished tying his tie, replied, and strode out of the bedroom.

Wen Ruan stared at his departing figure, and when she heard the door close, a burning sensation welled up in her throat, and she couldn't tell if it was an illness or something else.

She lowered her eyes, a bitter feeling spreading through her heart.

Wen Ruan always knew that Jiang Yubai had feelings for Jiang Wanxing.

They also know that they are not only the most compatible partners at work, but also irreplaceable childhood sweethearts.

Seeing his special treatment of Jiang Wanxing, she forcefully extinguished the tiny spark that had just ignited in her heart.

Perhaps she should be more self-aware!

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Wen Ruan went to work on time.

She had just finished processing the first backlog of emails when Hua Hua came over, her eyes full of worry: "Ruan Ruan, you still look terrible. Were you sick the other day?"

"I caught a chill during the change of seasons, but I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern." Wen Ruan smiled gently, then handed over the proofread translation. "The manuscript you asked me to proofread last time is all corrected."

Hua Hua looked grateful. "Thank you. I'll treat you to milk tea later."

Wen Ruan didn't stand on ceremony with her, "Less sugar."

"Don't worry, I know your tastes."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wen Ruan continued working on her computer.

Just before lunchtime, she went to the tea room to get some water, and as she turned the corner of the corridor, she bumped into someone.

Jiang Wanxing, wearing a light apricot trench coat and holding a file folder, saw Wen Ruan stop and smiled gently, "We meet again, Ruan Ruan."

Wen Ruan was somewhat surprised. "Miss Jiang, is there something you need at the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation?"

Logically speaking, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation have separate functions, and without specific cross-departmental cooperation, they would hardly have any overlap.

"Yes, the department is preparing to launch a foreign cultural cooperation project soon, and I've come to submit the joint coordination materials." Jiang Wanxing's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds before she asked with concern, "Yu Bai told me the other day that you had a fever, so you must take good care of yourself."

Wen Ruan tightened her grip on the cup. "Thank you, it's all over now."

She never expected that Jiang Yubai would tell her about her fever...

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, thinking to herself, "No wonder they're childhood sweethearts; it seems like there are never any secrets between them."

Jiang Wanxing added, "By the way, I know a very good psychologist who specializes in treating mental stress. Many people working in foreign affairs who experience high-pressure disorders go to him for treatment. You can give him a try."

As she spoke, she took a business card out of her trench coat pocket and handed it to Wen Ruan.

"No need, Miss Jiang, I don't need it," Wen Ruan politely declined.

Jiang Wanxing's smile remained unchanged as she handed the business card forward again, saying, "Take it, just in case."

Wen Ruan paused for a moment, then reached out and took it. "Thank you."

Jiang Wanxing glanced at her watch. "I still have a meeting with Yu Bai, so I'll take my leave now."

Take care.

Jiang Wanxing turned and left, her smile gradually fading, a fleeting hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

Wen Ruan watched her walk out of the automatic door, glanced down at the business card in her hand, turned around and walked to the trash can, bending down to let go.

The card fell to the bottom of the bin and was covered by waste paper.

She took half a cup of hot water back to her workstation and stared at the screen, lost in thought for two seconds.

Just then, the internal phone rang.

She answered the phone, and Shen Yicheng's voice came through the receiver: "Wen Ruan, come over here."

"it is good."

Wen Ruan got up and went to the director's office, knocked on the door and went in.

Shen Yicheng gestured for her to sit down, then pulled a folder from his side and pushed it in front of her. "The Ji family has encountered a technical problem with a multinational project, and the foreign party is requesting a renegotiation. We urgently need a simultaneous interpreter who is fluent in both French and German. Lai spoke highly of your professionalism last time, and I'd like you to handle the coordination this time as well."

As if remembering that she had just recovered from a serious illness, Shen Yicheng added, "The project is very demanding. If your body can't handle it, you can refuse. The hospital won't force you."

Wen Ruan opened the document, and when her gaze fell on the person in charge, "Ji Shiyan," her fingertips paused almost imperceptibly for a few seconds.

She instinctively wanted to refuse.

But she couldn't run away every time she encountered him.

Moreover, she also wanted to find out who had secretly taken her photos at the Ji family's residence last time.

After considering for a long time, Wen Ruan said, "I'll take it."

"Sure?"

"Um."

Shen Yicheng smiled. "After you finish handing over your work, you'll officially join the Ji Group project team tomorrow. President Ji's style might be a bit strict, so if you encounter any difficulties later, feel free to communicate with me."

"Thank you, Director Shen."

Wen Ruan returned to her workstation, opened her email to download project materials, and annotated technical terms in her notebook as she flipped through them.

My phone suddenly lit up; it was a message from Jiang Yubai: "Are you going back to work today?"

Wen Ruan: [Hmm.]

After replying and thinking it over again, Wen Ruan decided to tell Jiang Yubai about her intention to see Ji Shiyan again.

[The Ji family's international negotiations required bilingual interpreters, and the institute assigned me to the role.]

The message was sent, but there was no reply in the chat box for a long time.

Wen Ruan didn't know if he was angry, so she wanted to explain why.

The words I typed were then deleted.

Forget it.

He probably won't care.

With that thought in mind, she put down her phone and continued flipping through technical documents.

Meanwhile, in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs press conference hall.

Jiang Yubai just finished a press conference for foreign journalists conducted entirely in English.

He stepped off the stage, took the phone from his assistant, opened the chat window with Wen Ruan, and frowned upon seeing the message.

His finger remained motionless on the screen for a long time, and the atmosphere around him was extremely tense, making the staff waiting nearby afraid to even breathe.

"Director Jiang, there are 5 minutes left before the meeting starts," the assistant said, forcing himself to speak.

"Hmm." In the end, Jiang Yubai did not reply.

……

the other side.

Wen Ruan saw that it was already midnight and he still hadn't come home. After hesitating for a long time, she ultimately didn't send a message to ask him.

The next morning.

Wen Ruan arrived at the Ji Group building on time, and the receptionist led her directly to the conference room on the 32nd floor.

As she opened the door, several project managers inside greeted her.

She smiled and gestured, and just as she sat down, a deep, harsh male voice came from behind her.

"Wen Ruan."

Hearing the sound, Wen Ruan turned her head and saw Ji Shiyan looking down at her condescendingly.

"Why is it you?"