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

Wen Ruan quickly glanced at the document; the opening speech section was marked for simultaneous interpretation, and the date was set for next Wednesday morning, with plenty of time.

"I will prepare in advance."

"You did a great job as the interpreter for the foreign envoy in this collaboration with the Ji family. They were very satisfied and gave you a positive review. I will help you apply for double the bonus."

Wen Ruan was stunned. "Thank you, Director Shen."

She thought Ji Shiyan would give her a bad review, but unexpectedly...

"I heard your parents don't live with you?" Shen Yicheng casually interjected.

Wen Ruan was taken aback by the question.

That nominal father was the person she least wanted to talk about; even thinking about him made her feel nauseous.

She secretly clenched her fist to suppress her impatience and managed a polite reply, "Mm."

"fine."

Shen Yicheng didn't notice anything unusual about her, but after listening to her words, a hint of disappointment flashed across his brows.

Wen Ruan's parents are alive and well; she is not the woman he is looking for.

Even though her appearance resembled that of an old friend, her talent for translation was equally dazzling.

Lowering his eyes to hide the disappointment and exhaustion, Shen Yicheng politely told Wen Ruan to go out and get to work first.

Using work to distract oneself is a rational and efficient method, and Wen Ruan has found it to be effective time and time again.

Immersed in terminology and outlines, when she looked up again, dusk had fallen outside the window, and it was well past her workday.

Only a few people remained in the office area.

Wen Ruan closed her laptop, picked up her bag, rubbed her sore neck, and went downstairs.

The evening breeze carried a chill into my collar.

Wen Ruan had just stepped out of the gate of the Advanced Translation Institute when she was suddenly startled by the honking of a silver Mercedes.

Looking up, the familiar license plate number caused her pupils to contract sharply.

How did his car end up here?!

Wen Ruan hurriedly twisted her mouth, trying to pretend she hadn't seen anything and quickly left.

Unexpectedly, the driver of the car saw through her actions first and honked the horn urgently as he approached her.

Wen Ruan was forced to pull over by the car and had no choice but to stop.

The next moment, the car door opened, and Wen Shaokang's loose and blackened face, soaked in tobacco, alcohol, and filth, appeared in front of her.

He looked Wen Ruan up and down, then smiled and said, "Ruan Ruan, Daddy's here to pick you up from get off work."

Upon hearing the sound, Wen Ruan felt a chill run down her spine, her whole body stiffened, and a long-lost feeling of nausea and stress reaction followed.

"vomit--"

She bent over and began to dry heave uncomfortably.

Wen Shaokang strode to Wen Ruan's side, his face feigning kindness and pleasure, "Ruan Ruan isn't feeling well? I..."

"Snapped!"

His outstretched hand was slapped away by Wen Ruan in a wary manner.

Wen Ruan forced herself to lift her pale face, her expression full of wariness. "What are you doing here?"

She gripped her palm tightly, with all her might.

The pain came from her palms, and she finally felt that her legs had regained some strength.

Wen Shaokang pretended that the unpleasant little detail from just now didn't exist and replied in a familiar tone.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy to see your dad? Your mom said you've been busy lately, so your dad made a special detour to see you. Come on, let Dad treat you to dinner."

"Need not."

Wen Ruan's voice tightened, and every cell in her body screamed wildly, wanting to escape from the person in front of her.

"Why are you being so distant with your father, child?" Wen Shaokang reached out to grasp her wrist. "Since you got married, you haven't come home even once. I miss you, don't you miss me too...?"

Wen Ruan tried to dodge to the side, but her body seemed to freeze, rooted to the spot.

Just as Wen Shaokang's hand touched her sleeve, a calm and gentle male voice came from behind, "Wen Ruan? And who is this?"

Wen Ruan felt as if she had been saved and quickly turned her head.

Shen Yicheng, dressed in a long coat, walked slowly towards them, exuding the air of a seasoned official.

His gaze swept lightly over Wen Shaokang, then fell on Wen Ruan, whose face was ashen white.

As if he could read the urgency and plea for help in Wen Ruan's expression, he casually walked between her and the middle-aged man in front of her.

By slightly turning his body, Shen Yicheng blocked Wen Shaokang's view of Wen Ruan.

"Who are you?" Wen Shaokang asked, his face showing displeasure, and withdrew his hand with a dark look in his eyes.

"I am Shen Yicheng, the director of the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, and Wen Ruan's superior."

The word "leader" caused a slight change in Wen Shaokang's expression.

He suppressed the darkness welling up in his eyes and chuckled dryly, "So you're Ruan Ruan's boss. Hello, I'm her father. I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd say hello."

After saying that, Wen Shaokang turned to look at Wen Ruan, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, "Ruan Ruan, Dad has something to do, I'll come to see you another day."

Wen Shaokang turned and got into the car. The moment the car door closed, Wen Ruan felt another wave of nausea.

As the silver Mercedes drove away, Wen Ruan slowly regained her strength.

"Director Shen, thank you for your help earlier."

Shen Yicheng could see that the atmosphere between the Wen father and daughter was obviously different, but due to his status as an outsider, he did not interfere too much.

He waved his hand and said politely, "You look terrible, you should go home early."

Wen Ruan nodded. "Goodbye, Director Shen."

Wen Ruan walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, quickly jumped in, and gave the address of her residential area.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest, her phone beeped with a notification that a new message had been received.

Unlocking the screen revealed a message from Jiang Yubai.

What time do you get off work? I'll come pick you up.

Wen Ruan stared at the line of text for two seconds, then replied: 【Already on my way home.】

After driving for a while, Wen Ruan bit her lower lip and forced herself to review and analyze why Wen Shaokang had appeared today.

Because of the force, she tasted the metallic rust of blood.

Wen Shaokang was testing her step by step.

First, he mailed her photos and pajamas, and now he's showing up at her workplace.

Today, Shen Yicheng was fortunate to appear in time and coincidentally blocked the attack, but what about next time?

She had to find a way to get rid of his entanglement completely.

But she wondered how Wen Shaokang had suddenly become so bold!

Back in the apartment, the sound of dishes clattering came from the kitchen, and steam from the food wafted out.

Wen Ruan bent down to change her shoes, hung her bag by the counter, and felt a sense of relief as she felt the familiar scent.

Jiang Yubai walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of stir-fried vegetables, his tone as cold as ever: "Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

"Um."

Wen Ruan walked to the bathroom, splashed cold water over her fingertips, and then scooped up a handful and splashed it on her face. The coolness woke her up from her dazed state.

After wiping away the water stains, she sat down at the dining table.

Jiang Yubai ladled a bowl of pork rib soup and placed it in front of her. His gaze fell on her lips, and he frowned slightly. "Why is your lip sore?"

Wen Ruan was taken aback. "Huh?"

Jiang Yubai reached out and placed his fingertips on her chin, lifting it slightly.

Wen Ruan was forced to look up and meet his gaze as he leaned closer, her heart skipped a beat.

"The skin here is broken."

He gently brushed his thumb across the edge of her lower lip, the pressure was very light, but the sensation of the thin callus on his fingertip tracing the wound was particularly clear, bringing a slight sting.

Wen Ruan then belatedly realized that she must have bitten her lip without noticing in the car.

She instinctively turned her head to avoid him, but Jiang Yubai didn't let go, lowering his eyes to examine the wound carefully.

"How did this happen?"

Wen Ruan felt a little uncomfortable as he pinched her chin, and mumbled, "I bit it by accident."

Jiang Yubai clearly didn't believe it.

"careless?"

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes to avoid his probing gaze, her mind racing. "I was a little distracted during the meeting this afternoon, and I probably didn't notice when I bit him."

Jiang Yubai looked at her for two seconds, then moved his fingertip away from the edge of her lower lip and didn't ask any further questions.

Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief. She had just scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth when she caught a glimpse of Jiang Yubai picking up the bright red chopped chili fish head from the table and moving it away from her.

Wen Ruan: "???"