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

Wen Ruan neatly pinned her name tag to her collar and said calmly, "Director Shen assigned me to follow up on this foreign-related negotiation. I am in charge of the foreign translator."

Ji Shiyan narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze falling on her, and said with a sneer, "This negotiation involves a large number of precise technical parameters, requiring a very high level of expertise..."

"If President Ji has concerns, we can arrange a trial first," Wen Ruan interrupted coldly. "If my professionalism doesn't meet Ji's standards, we can replace me at any time."

A retort that was neither too harsh nor too mild left Ji Shiyan speechless.

As the two exchanged words, several project managers present looked up at them with curiosity and gossip in their eyes.

It should be noted that Ji Shiyan was always arrogant, and no one in the Ji family dared to contradict him.

Wen Ruan is undoubtedly the first person.

Moreover, countless women have tried to curry favor with Ji Shiyan over the years, desperately wanting to be his friend, but Wen Ruan had him, yet she blocked him.

Just when everyone thought Ji Shiyan would get angry, they found that he remained unmoved.

The Wen Ruan who used to fawn over him and panic over a single word he uttered now looks at him with the detachment of someone looking at an insignificant client.

He felt inexplicably stung, and ignoring the stares of the other project team members present, he asked awkwardly and irritably, "You blocked me?"

Wen Ruan said calmly, "I've blocked and deleted all contacts that aren't necessary for work."

Her reasoning was airtight, leaving Ji Shiyan feeling both suffocated and stifled.

He stared at her for two seconds, a strange sense of irritation rising within him. In the end, he could only say expressionlessly, "The formal negotiations will begin at 2 PM. The foreign side is insisting on Articles 7 and 14 of the contract regarding accountability. I'll have someone send you the minutes from previous meetings."

Wen Ruan turned on her computer and her fingers flew across the keyboard. "I'll go through it before the meeting."

Ji Shiyan gave a stern "hmm" and turned to leave.

He himself found it absurd.

Having navigated the business world for many years, he has always been a shrewd strategist who never showed his emotions. However, Wen Ruan's words, "not necessary for work," almost caused him to lose control of his emotions.

……

Ignoring the probing gazes of the crowd, Wen Ruan went through the contract word by word.

At 1:45 p.m., she walked into the conference room carrying the materials.

The foreign representatives took their seats at two o'clock.

The leader was a tall, gray-haired Frenchman who, as soon as he sat down, exerted strong pressure, pointing directly to the ambiguity of Article 7, the technology delivery standard.

Several project leaders hurriedly offered their explanations, and after they finished speaking, they gestured for Wen Ruan to translate quickly.

Wen Ruan switched smoothly between French and English, and quickly projected the original French version of Article 7 of the contract onto the big screen.

"The English version here has semantic deviations." She pointed to the screen with a red dot. "The original French version clearly states that the phased acceptance is based on the actual delivered sample, not directly on the drawing parameters."

After she finished speaking, she pulled up the supplementary records and the minutes of the previous talks, and laid them out one by one.

The French negotiator opposite her adjusted his glasses, and his gaze towards her changed slightly.

Ji Shiyan sat in the middle, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards her several times.

Three years ago, he thought she got into the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation just to live off the Shen family.

But now, she is not only calm and composed, but also extremely professional, and her presence is in no way inferior to that of the foreign representatives.

Ji Shiyan clenched the pen in his hand, a strange feeling welling up inside him.

She seems to have really changed!

"President Ji?" the head of the legal team whispered a reminder, "The foreign party is exploiting a loophole in Article 14."

Ji Shiyan snapped out of his daze and looked at Wen Ruan. "The answer is on page ten of the attachment."

Wen Ruan received the message, turned to page ten, and stared at the screen, speaking each word firmly and forcefully: "Below the initially confirmed technical parameter table is a handwritten note, as stated in the original French version: Article Fourteen's breach of contract determination does not apply at this stage."

"The English version omits this clause. If we add it in, your claim for compensation based on Article 14 will be untenable."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Ji Shiyan, waiting for him to make a decision.

Ji Shiyan met her gaze and realized that she looked at him no differently than she looked at anyone else sitting opposite her.

He suppressed a slight unease in his heart, "If you have any objections, you can file a lawsuit in court."

Wen Ruan translated the text.

The meeting lasted for nearly three hours.

Finally, Wen Ruan helped the legal team review the supplementary agreement in Chinese, English, and French.

The foreign parties discussed it in hushed tones for a while, and then signed the document.

The elderly Frenchman reached out his hand to her, saying, "Your French is very accurate; you're the best translator I've worked with in the last two years."

Wen Ruan grasped his hand. "Thank you."

After the foreign party left, the legal team and the project team all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Wen, you really saved us today."

"I hope we can work together again next time."

"Okay." Wen Ruan closed her laptop, put the materials into a file folder, and got up to walk towards the door.

Ji Shiyan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was about to leave. He suddenly called out to her, "Wen Ruan."

Wen Ruan stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at him, "Mr. Ji, is there anything else?"

Ji Shiyan stood up, walked around the conference table to her, and said awkwardly, "You were very helpful today. There was a loophole in the legal department, and the points you filled in were very valuable. I'll treat you to dinner tonight as a thank you from the company."

"?" Wen Ruan thought she had misheard.

Is he not sick?

"No need, Mr. Ji, this is just my job."

Ji Shiyan frowned slightly: "Of course I know. I invited you to dinner out of courtesy. Did you think I really wanted to invite you to dinner?"

"In that case, there's no need to force it. Just let the value of the translation be reflected in the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation."

After Wen Ruan finished speaking, she went to open the door.

Ji Shiyan stepped forward, blocking her path, his tone heavy: "Wen Ruan, do you insist on being so businesslike?"

Wen Ruan looked up at him: "President Ji, don't worry, my greatest strength is that I know what's good for me. When you broke off the engagement back then, you made it very clear that I would never try to get close to you again. I'm here today for work arrangements."

Upon hearing her mention the annulment of the engagement, Ji Shiyan couldn't help but scoff, his voice laced with anger and mockery, "Wen Ruan, are you addicted to playing hard to get?"

Wen Ruan: "..."

When did she start playing hard to get?

Seeing her silence, Ji Shiyan became even more certain of his judgment. "You're just about to be dumped by Jiang Yubai, and now you want to come back and provoke me. Let me tell you..."

"Ji Shiyan," Wen Ruan interrupted coldly, "It's your business what you think."

She was too lazy to explain anymore, so she opened the door and was about to leave.

Ji Shiyan almost instinctively reached out to grab her.

Just then, a slender hand stepped aside from his arm and shielded Wen Ruan behind him.

Jiang Yubai was standing at the door at some point.

His black trench coat made him appear even more elegant, noble, and exceptionally handsome.

"What does Mr. Ji intend to do to my wife?" His voice was warm, yet it carried a chill.

Upon seeing him, Wen Ruan was taken aback: "Why did you come up here?"

At noon, he texted her to say he would pick her up from get off work.

I didn't expect him to arrive so early.

Jiang Yubai did not answer her immediately, but simply raised his hand to straighten her slightly slipped name tag, his movements natural and restrained.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Mr. Ji have a framework for cultural and people-to-people cooperation. I just happened to be passing by and came to sign it, just as your meeting was ending."

Ji Shiyan withdrew his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, looked at the man in front of him, and sneered, "Director Jiang, you've arrived just in time. What, are you afraid I'll eat her?"

"Mr. Ji, you've misunderstood. I was just picking my wife up from get off work."

"Pick her up from get off work?" Ji Shiyan scoffed. "Your wife's ex-fiancé is trending on social media, and you don't seem worried at all."

"I don't think President Ji would care about something that's been made up out of thin air," Jiang Yubai said, looking at him with a quiet gaze.

Ji Shiyan was lightly pushed back by him, the curve of his lips froze for a moment, and his dark gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

Seeing Wen Ruan being protected by Jiang Yu and Bai Xu, the resentment in his heart surged up again.

Ji Shiyan forced a cold smile: "Director Jiang, you really trust her that much? First, you bribed a reporter to take that photo that faked her position and sent it trending, then you blocked me to keep me in suspense, and now you keep coming to Ji's to work as a translator. Do you really think she's just doing this for work?"

Upon hearing these words, Wen Ruan was too lazy to even get angry.

Ji Shiyan's ego had inflated to a point that she found laughable.

In his view, everything she did revolved around him, even blocking him was a tactic of "playing hard to get".

Before she could speak, Jiang Yubai spoke first.

"First, the matter of trending on social media has nothing to do with Wen Ruan."

"Secondly, Wen Ruan's abilities are top-notch in the industry. Her joining Ji's Group was arranged by her superiors, and it is not up to President Ji to slander her."

His tone remained gentle, but his gaze turned colder, and he exuded the imposing aura characteristic of diplomats in negotiations.

"As for the other point you mentioned, if Wen Ruan still had feelings for you, she wouldn't have told me at all. Therefore, I hope President Ji can apologize to her for his conjecture, so as not to lose face for the Ji family."