Because she was addicted

Lu Chenyan's WeChat remained completely untouched until he left work.

During this time, Wen Jia would hurriedly check her phone whenever it rang.

Unfortunately, it was never him.

Pan Mei called once, asking her for money, saying she was taking Wen Zhao to the beach that night.

Wen Jia ignored her and hung up the phone directly.

Pan Mei wasn't short of money; she just couldn't bear to spend it.

When Wen Lin got married, Pan Mei begged and pleaded for 88 yuan in betrothal gifts from the Zhou family, but only gave 18 yuan as dowry.

It's been a year, and the Zhou family is still bringing this up.

Especially her sister's mother-in-law, every time she mentioned it, she would put her hands on her hips and say that Pan Mei was a snobbish, bloodsucking, and a woman who sold her daughter, completely obsessed with money. If it weren't for the fact that Wen Lin was already pregnant at the time, the Zhou family would never have given her that money.

Because of this, the older sister couldn't hold her head high in the Zhou family.

That night, she lay on her hotel bed, staring at her phone the whole time.

She read through every single message Lu Chenyan sent, and clicked on his Adam's apple photo again and again.

In the dimly lit room, the phone screen went black and then lit up, then went black and then lit up again.

Lu Chenyan probably really wasn't going to talk to him anymore.

That's fine too.

I'll submit my resignation tomorrow.

Although she was reluctant to leave M Group, she believed that if this place didn't want her, there would be other places that would. With her experience as a graduate of the Finance Department of Ocean University and three years of work experience in the group, she didn't believe she couldn't find a good job.

It's better that she left; from now on, she has nothing to do with Lu Chenyan anymore.

Lu Chenyan.

Lu Chenyan.

Wen Jia silently repeated his name several times in her heart, but that person was ultimately just a mirage, an illusion.

She's not good enough for him.

I had just made up my mind when my phone vibrated unexpectedly the next second.

Upon opening it, she immediately sat up in bed.

"Just got off the plane, my phone died." It was Lu Chenyan.

Wen Jia's hands trembled slightly, her fingers resting on the buttons, unsure of what to say.

Immediately after, Lu Chenyan's next message arrived: "Asleep? Goodnight then, we'll talk tomorrow."

"No," Wen Jia replied instantly.

I regretted it as soon as I replied.

Why did she reply so quickly? It's like she's been waiting for his message the whole time, acting a bit impatient and pathetic.

"It's 11 o'clock and you're still not asleep? What's wrong? Missing me?"

"No. I ate too much tonight," Wen Jia retorted.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, before a message finally came through: "Did you see it all?"

Wen Jia immediately realized that they were talking about Xu Li.

"Um."

Lu Chenyan: "I'm sorry."

"?" Wen Jia typed a question mark.

"Dealing with Xu Li is official business. I shouldn't have dragged you into this, nor should I have used you as a scapegoat."

Lu Chenyan's apology was exactly what Wen Jia cared about.

However, his actual apology was beyond Wen Jia's expectations.

Those in positions of power always act with only their own interests in mind; when have they ever cared about the feelings of others?

"I was wrong too. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Business matters are business matters; once they escalate to personal attacks, the nature of the matter changes.

To his surprise, Lu Chenyan sent a laughing emoji, "But you're not wrong, I am sick, and very sick, the kind that could go crazy at any moment."

Now it was Wen Jia's turn to laugh.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Nobody talks about themselves like that."

"So, we've made up?" Lu Chenyan added a puppy-like, teary-eyed emoji.

"I've already prepared my resignation letter."

"Is it that serious?! How many meals of chili peppers will it take to calm her down?"

Wen Jia chatted with Lu Chenyan on WeChat in a casual manner, and then fell asleep without anyone noticing.

Port City.

On the coastal highway.

Lu Chenyan leaned against the car door, turned off his phone, and put it in his pocket. The cigarette between his fingers glowed and dimmed in the sea breeze, most of it being smoked away.

The bright moonlight illuminated the seaside as if it were daytime.

In the distance, the waves washed over the white beach, and even from that distance, he could see two figures wading side by side along the coastline.

Fu Huaishen, who was usually serious and silent, had his trousers rolled up, leather shoes hanging around his neck, and a woman's handbag in one hand and a pair of high heels in the other. He looked at the woman beside him with an incredibly warm and affectionate smile.

Lu Chenyan stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it into the sea breeze before turning and getting into his car.

……

"Jiajia, what happy news have you had?"

As soon as Yi Mo arrived at work, she kept staring at Wen Jia from left to right, making Wen Jia feel embarrassed.

"What's wrong? I have flowers on my face."

"There are no smudges on her face, but this face is more beautiful than any flower. Tsk tsk tsk, she's a completely different person from yesterday."

Yi Mo clicked her tongue in amazement.

"Is there?"

Wen Jia touched her face. She had gone to bed late last night, texting Lu Chenyan until she fell asleep without even realizing it, and was worried she wouldn't be in good spirits. But today she felt refreshed.

"Yes!" Yimo nodded gossipily, then smiled mysteriously, "Have you made up?"

"What?!" Wen Jia blushed slightly.

Yi Mo laughed in a daze, "Oh my, our CEO Lu is really something. Unlike my boyfriend, he's so quiet, I'm so angry I could scream and he still doesn't know what happened, and he even makes me scratch his back. I could kick him to death! My boyfriend really needs to learn from CEO Lu."

"You've got some nerve! Daring to joke about President Lu."

Wen Jia made a move as if to strike.

Yi Mo quickly dodged, "So they've already taken care of things. Looks like the wedding day is just around the corner."

The two were entangled in their seats, drawing sidelong glances from the secretaries nearby.

"Jiajia, your flower."

The receptionist came in carrying a large bouquet of flowers, and before she even reached Wenjia's table, she was already shouting loudly, as if afraid that no one would hear her.

"Wow, baby's breath. The delicate flowers gently cover the cracks like starlight. Jiajia, Mr. Lu is so talented."

Yi Mo stepped forward, snatched the bouquet, and pulled out a small card from it.

Last night, I saw a sky full of stars by the sea in the port city, and it reminded me of your eyes.

Yimo held it high and read it out word by word.

Everyone in the office was swooning over her.

Yimo went even further, covering her face and screaming incoherently.

With President Fu absent, Lu Chenyan absent, and Secretary Li absent, everyone was free from constraints.

Wen Jia snatched the baby's breath from Yi Mo and glared at her angrily.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed just because the boss isn't here? Get back to work!"

Stick out your tongue with your mouth.

"I have to take a picture and send it to my boyfriend, so he can see what a good boyfriend looks like!"

Looking at the flowers, Wen Jia felt both sweet and melancholy.

She still took a picture and sent it to Lu Chenyan, saying, "I received the flowers, they're very beautiful."

Lu Chenyan: "I'm glad you like it." He added an emoji of a little monkey happily spinning around.

Wen Jia smiled and buried herself in her work.

The group's latest round of bidding has concluded, and another batch of previous suppliers have been replaced. New projects are also being launched one after another, keeping everyone in the group extremely busy.

President Fu and Lu Chenyan went to Gangcheng this time because Tianyu is undertaking a project there, so they must have gone to check on the new project.

"Tianyu has compiled the project materials for this time."

Extract the relevant data and compile the project schedule for future reference.

"OK."

Yi Mo joined the president's office six months later than Wen Jia, and her abilities were not as good as Wen Jia's, but she was willing to work as her assistant.

While tidying up, as if remembering some gossip, Yimo whispered:

"Jiajia, do you still remember that coffee shop that used to be on the corner downstairs from the company building?"

One Thought Coffee?

Wen Jia certainly remembered.

"What's wrong?"

She kept working non-stop, sending the compiled project reports and schedules to the work group.

"Do you remember the proprietress? Every time we went to buy coffee, she would give us a discount. She also had a daughter, about five or six years old, chubby and round, with a face that looked like Shin-chan's. She was also very sweet-talking, always calling us 'sister' whenever we met. You even brought her chocolates, remember?"

Yimo never stopped talking.

"Why are you suddenly bringing them up?"

"Oh, she suddenly closed her shop last year and disappeared. I thought I'd never see her again, but guess what? I ran into her at the bidding conference on the 45th floor that day."

"Why is she here?" Wen Jia asked curiously.

"I saw her with people from Tianyu and asked her about it. She said she had joined Tianyu. She's also in charge of liaising for the Gangcheng Resort project. I never expected the boss's wife to have such skills. Tianyu's CEO, Mai, is notoriously strict, but she managed to win him over. The boss's wife is not only beautiful but also quite capable."

"Why are you talking about people like that? It's a bit harsh." Wen Jia didn't want to talk about people behind their backs.

Yi Mo, however, looked completely unconcerned.

"How am I being harsh? She's the one who's not behaving properly! Jiajia, do you want to hear some gossip?"

"What gossip?"

Yi Mo looked around and, realizing that everyone else was focused on their work and no one was listening to them, lowered her voice and said:

"I heard she's our CEO Fu's secret lover, his mistress!"