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

Wen Ruan paused, then forcefully shook off Wen Bowen's hand. "Don't you know how the Wen family raised me?"

Thinking back to the past, Wen Ruan's long-suppressed resentment surged up instantly.

"Wen Bowen, what right do you have to stand here and talk to me about conscience?"

Her voice trembled, yet every word she uttered was precious.

"During my years at the Wen family home, what could I possibly have compared to you in terms of food, clothing, and other necessities? When we fought or argued, I was always the one who got scolded. I wanted to go to summer camp, and I had to beg my mom for a long time before she finally agreed. But when you wanted a phone that cost over ten thousand yuan, she bought it for you without even thinking about it."

Wen Bowen's lips trembled, "I..."

"Don't you know how my engagement with Ji Shiyan fell through? Now you're asking me if I have a conscience? Don't you find that ridiculous?"

"I'm just telling the truth..."

"Is that really true?" Wen Ruan pressed, asking relentlessly.

Wen Bowen was so guilty that he couldn't speak.

"The Wen family and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Don't bother me again. Get out of my way!"

After saying that, Wen Ruan stopped looking at him, walked straight to the roadside, and hailed a taxi.

Watching the taxi drive away, Wen Bowen shouted disdainfully, "You'd better never go back."

He said that, but his hand slowly clenched into a fist.

When Wen Ruan returned home, Jiang Yubai had not yet come back.

She sat dejectedly on the sofa, with no appetite whatsoever.

Actually, Wen Bowen was quite lovable when he was little. He was fair-skinned and soft, and he loved to stick close to her and play.

But he didn't know when it started, he began to hate her, and he found everything she did disgusting.

He would take away or destroy anything she liked.

They seemed to harbor a deep-seated hatred for each other.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Wen Ruan snapped out of her daze; it was Jiang Yubai calling.

She answered the phone, "Feed?"

"I have to go on a business trip to country D for about three days."

Wen Ruan tightened her grip. "Okay, be careful on the road."

"Remember to apply the medicine to your knees. Keep the medicine in the drawer on the left side of the TV cabinet."

Listening to his detailed instructions, Wen Ruan felt a mix of emotions, and replied softly, "Okay."

"I'm about to board the plane."

Just as Wen Ruan was about to say "Be careful," a urging female voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"Yu Bai, let's go, we're going to be too late."

It's Jiang Wanxing.

The next second, the call was disconnected, and only a busy tone remained on the receiver.

Was he... on a business trip with Jiang Wanxing?

Even though she knew that it was common for foreign visits to be accompanied by reporters, Wen Ruan still felt a tightness in her chest.

Three days...do they have to stay together?

Wen Ruan stared at the off screen, feeling as if a damp, cold cotton ball was stuffed into her chest, making her feel suffocated and aching.

His past with Jiang Wanxing would repeatedly remind her, whenever she wavered, that she and Jiang Yubai would eventually divorce.

The next afternoon.

After finishing a translation, Wen Ruan clicked save and then stared blankly at the computer screen.

A message from WeChat suddenly popped up.

Shen Yicheng: Come to my office.

Wen Ruan locked her computer and headed away.

Shen Yicheng handed her a document, "The list of foreign guests to be received next week has been finalized."

Wen Ruan looked through the list and found that Lin Xia was also on the list of those accompanying her.

She frowned slightly.

Lin Xia had just joined the company, and based on seniority and experience, it wasn't her turn yet.

Shen Yicheng noticed her confusion and explained helplessly, "It's what they require."

"What is she in charge of?" Wen Ruan asked.

"Organize the data." Shen Yicheng paused, "You should mentor her more."

Wen Ruan understood. "Okay, I understand."

Let's see what she can do first, and then decide whether to mentor or teach her.

On Saturday morning, after having breakfast, Wen Ruan went to the foreign language bookstore in the city center.

Next week's reception involves some specialized terminology in less commonly spoken languages, and she wants to find the latest edition of a French dictionary to look up the words.

The bookstore is on an old street.

Wen Ruan went to the foreign language section on the second floor to find the dictionary she needed. After searching around, she finally found it at the bottom of the bookshelf.

As soon as she reached out her hand, her other hand reached for the dictionary at the same time.

Wen Ruan subconsciously looked up and was stunned for a moment when she saw Lin Xia.

"Senior, what a coincidence! You're here to buy books too?" Lin Xia said with delight.

"I'm looking for this dictionary."

She pulled it from the shelf and stood up.

"I thought these were the French books I wanted." Lin Xia waved the two books in her hands. "I just wanted to cram before receiving foreign guests, please don't laugh at me, senior."

Wen Ruan glanced at it.

It is a beginner's guide to French.

She felt even more puzzled.

How could someone who is assigned to receive foreign guests still be reading a beginner's French book?

"No," Wen Ruan said calmly, concealing the dark light in her eyes.

Lin Xia said with a smile, "Senior, next week we're hosting foreign guests. If there's anything I don't translate well, you'll have to cover for me."

"I will do my job well." Wen Ruan walked to the cashier and put the dictionary on it.

Lin Xia took out her phone to scan the QR code and pay.

The two went out together, and Lin Xia asked curiously, "Senior, how long have you been working at the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation?"

"More than three years."

"To be able to do simultaneous interpreting in French and German in just over three years, that's amazing." Lin Xia exclaimed sincerely. "I've heard people say that there are only a handful of people in the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation who can do simultaneous interpreting. Senior, you must be the most amazing one."

Wen Ruan sensed the flattery in his words and didn't respond: "How are you feeling? Have you adapted?"

"It's alright, everyone's been pretty nice to me." Lin Xia smiled. "But I'm not familiar with everyone yet, and I haven't even memorized all my colleagues' names."

"By the way, senior, I saw you chatting with Reporter Jiang last time. You two seemed quite familiar with each other?"

I've met her a few times at work, but we're not very familiar with each other.

"Oh, I thought you were friends."

Wen Ruan calmly countered, "Were you also at the foreign affairs visit venue that day?"

Lin Xia paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I was running errands for someone, delivering materials, and I just happened to be passing by when I saw you talking to Reporter Jiang from afar."

Wen Ruan looked at her, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

Security was extremely tight for the opening ceremony of the foreign visit, and all personnel entering the venue had to register in advance.

She had seen the full list, and Lin Xia's name wasn't on it at all.

She is lying.

Wen Ruan didn't expose her, "Did you get the itinerary for next week's reception of foreign guests?"

"Ah, not yet." Lin Xia shook her head. "Director Shen said I can just follow you and do as you say."

Wen Ruan: "Well, I have some things to take care of, so I'll head back now."

"Okay, senior, see you on Monday."

After Wen Ruan got into the car, she saw Lin Xia still waving to her.

Lin Xia has too many flaws.

Who exactly sent her to get close to her?

Tuesday afternoon arrived in the blink of an eye.

Wen Ruan received a notification from Shen Yicheng, asking her to go to the hotel in advance to meet with the foreign guests and discuss the itinerary details.

She packed up her translation and was about to leave when Lin Xia was already waiting beside her.

"Senior, shall I go with you?" Lin Xia, dressed in a light blue business suit, smiled sweetly.

Wen Ruan glanced at her watch: "Okay."

The two left the Advanced Translation Institute one after the other and took a taxi to the hotel where the foreign guests were staying.

Lin Xia's phone kept vibrating several times on the way.

She always looks very nervous when she looks at her phone.

Wen Ruan suddenly spoke up, "If you have other things to do, you can go ahead and take care of them. I can go by myself."

Lin Xia put away her phone, smiled and shook her head: "No, it's just that my family messaged me, asking if I'm coming home for dinner tonight."

Wen Ruan hummed in agreement, indicating she didn't believe her.

The car turned two corners and stopped in front of the hotel.

Wen Ruan got out of the car, and Lin Xia followed behind her.

The hotel lobby was spacious and bright. Wen Ruan went to the front desk, introduced herself and her purpose, and the staff checked the list before leading them to a small conference room on the second floor.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and a figure came into view.

Wen Ruan paused slightly, but before she could back away, the man looked up at her.

Eyes facing each other.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone playful: "What a coincidence, Wen Ruan. I thought the Graduate School of Translation and Interpretation would send someone else, but it's you again?"