SCHS - Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Naturally, there was no such therapy in the folk tradition; Wen Shixue was just being playful again, unable to resist teasing her girlfriend. Afterward, she received a reply from her girlfriend, which, as expected, was full of confusion.
[Qin Zhen]: What is that? How do you do it?
Vice President Qin really didn't surf the internet. Wen Shixue thought this while smiling and replied: [The method is right there in the name~]
She silently put a mental emphasis on the word "kiss."
Ever since she got together with Qin Zhen, she especially loved being close to her. The scent in Qin Zhen's arms, Qin Zhen's soft lips, Qin Zhen's gentle whispers... everything about Qin Zhen held a fatal attraction for her.
She often wished she could just throw caution to the wind, hold Qin Zhen's hand in public, and announce their love to the world, no longer needing to hide. Unfortunately, Qin Zhen wasn't ready yet—she really wanted to go public with Qin Zhen soon!!!
She roared internally, her scattered thoughts slowly returning to her phone screen, which displayed Qin Zhen's latest message—
[Qin Zhen]: Then I'll bring you a bouquet of flowers when I get back?
Vice President Qin typed this question with a very serious attitude.
Although she didn't know if this therapy truly existed in folk tradition, seeing how much Wen Shixue wanted to try it, and since it wasn't life-threatening, she wanted to fulfill her wish. And Wen Shixue said the method was in the name, so wasn't it...
Kissing a flower?
The proper Vice President Qin thought: This folk therapy is a bit strange.
Wen Shixue: "???"
Wen Shixue: I want to kiss you, but you think I want to kiss a flower?? What kind of epic misunderstanding is this???
Then Qin Zhen even thoughtfully asked: [What kind of flower?]
Wen Shixue suddenly found it incredibly funny, and at the same time, she thought Qin Zhen was adorable. A smile bloomed on her sickly face, and her whole being seemed to come alive again.
Aunt Cui walked in with hot porridge, saw her smiling, and seemed to be infected, her lips curving up unconsciously: "What's wrong, Miss? So happy?"
Wen Shixue got up, took the porridge from her hand, her smile undiminished: "I met a very cute person, so I'm very happy."
Qin Zhen waited a moment before receiving Wen Shixue's reply again.
[Wen Shixue]: No need to buy, we have them at home. Just come back yourself.
When Qin Zhen saw this message, a fleeting thought flashed through her mind, too quick to grasp. She was silent for a moment, but ultimately, she had no suspicion. The waiter had already started serving the dishes. Her calm gaze returned to the screen. Others just assumed she was handling work and didn't say anything.
[Wen Shixue]: Was the exhibition smooth? How was the attention on Lao Xu and the others' work?
[Qin Zhen]: Yes, it was very smooth. Young Master Xu and Miss Tao's works received considerable attention. Young Master Xu even received many interview invitations from magazines.
[Wen Shixue]: Oh, that's good, I'm very satisfied. By the way, with you there, no one was so tactless as to poach them face-to-face, right?
[Qin Zhen]: No.
Wen Shixue was temporarily relieved.
[Wen Shixue]: I'll drink some porridge and go to sleep. My head still hurts. I hope I can see my girlfriend when I wake up [Cute.JPG]
Qin Zhen's lips curved slightly, and a hint of tenderness appeared in her eyes.
[Qin Zhen]: Sleep. I'll be back to accompany you soon.
Wen Shixue happily put away her phone and drank her porridge. Suddenly, a message popped up on her phone; it was from Xu Jianfan.
After sending the last message, Qin Zhen looked up again, and the tenderness in her eyes instantly vanished, replaced by the calm composure she showed to outsiders, leaving no trace of anything amiss.
Outside the private room, Yang Fangyu and his friend were walking forward, guided by a waiter. He casually glanced at the entrance of another private room and saw two young people following a kind-faced middle-aged man into it.
He pushed up his glasses. Anyone who had attended today's exhibition would know the identities of these three, especially the young man among them, who had made a splash at the exhibition today with his outstanding design talent, making him hard to miss—it was Xu Jianfan and Tao Wanwan from Chenfeng Jewelry, along with Fu Xiangwen, the boss of Shuangmeng Jewelry.
He remembered bumping into Fu Xiangwen inviting Xu Jianfan and Tao Wanwan to lunch right after leaving the exhibition. The other party's expression was kind, but the gesture of handing over his business card was particularly enthusiastic. As a seasoned veteran himself, he knew exactly what that symbolized.
Xu Jianfan took the business card and looked at it, smiling warmly, and accepted Fu Xiangwen's invitation. Tao Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then also agreed. Although Yang Fangyu wasn't sure what these two young people were thinking, he was certain... Chenfeng was about to have its talent poached by Shuangmeng.
Coincidentally, Qin Zhen had an appointment and had been invited away early by someone else. Secretary General Bai Jing, who was with her, naturally had to follow. So, Chenfeng was completely unaware of this matter, which made him feel a bit sorry for Chenfeng. If these two talented individuals were poached, it would truly be a huge loss, even an utter disaster.
But he had no obligation or standing to warn them. If Shuangmeng could poach them, it meant Fu Xiangwen had the ability. If they couldn't, it meant Wen Shixue had the ability. Ultimately, it was a game between Shuangmeng and Chenfeng, and he, as a third party, would just watch quietly.
He just hadn't expected them to be dining at the same restaurant—what a strange coincidence.
...
Tao Wanwan didn't understand why Xu Jianfan agreed to Fu Xiangwen's dinner. The moment he agreed, she was dumbfounded—you said you were a "nail householder" (stubbornly staying put), so why did you still accept someone else's business card? Xu Jianfan, don't tell me you're a fickle big pig trotter who bends with the wind?!
So she followed along, very confused, planning to see what Xu Jianfan intended to do.
Xu Jianfan was very calm. Shuangmeng Jewelry was famous, and the boss, Fu Xiangwen, personally invited them. He only mentioned having lunch and nothing else. He and Chenfeng had no enmity with Shuangmeng. If they refused outright, it would make them, the younger generation, seem arrogant and disrespectful.
Before entering the private room at the restaurant, he specifically sent a message to Wen Shixue. He originally just planned to report that he was having lunch with another jeweler, but he never expected her to be awake and even reply.
Tao Wanwan watched him bury his head in his phone for a while, then calmly put it away and prepared to walk in. She quickly tugged at him and asked what he was doing. He whispered, "Freeloading."
Tao Wanwan: "?"
After not seeing you for a while, have you fallen so low???
Xu Jianfan reassured her: "I'm a nail householder, just trust me. You eat and drink whatever you want later." He added, "This is President Wen's command."
Tao Wanwan was even more bewildered. President Wen actually led the charge in telling them to freeload???
Xu Jianfan sent a message to Pan He, telling him to come pick him up later. He looked up and smiled warmly at the kind and harmless-looking Fu Xiangwen opposite him. This was the best restaurant nearby; ordinary people had to book days in advance to eat here, but for people like them, their status was a privilege.
Fu Xiangwen was generous, telling them to order whatever they wanted and not be polite. Xu Jianfan truly wasn't polite, ordering a table full of dishes, genuinely treating himself as if he were just here for lunch.
As Fu Xiangwen watched him eat his rice slowly and methodically, oblivious to everything else, there was a moment when he truly doubted if Xu Jianfan was just incredibly thick-skinned.
Anyone with eyes could see why he had invited the two of them here. They should at least show some tension, but he was acting as if he was genuinely just here to eat.
Tao Wanwan, on the other hand, ate cautiously, observing the reactions of both sides. She knew Xu Jianfan was smarter than her. Since he told her to trust him, she would just quietly be a mascot and eat—since President Wen had given the word, she couldn't not do it.
Although Fu Xiangwen was rich, he didn't want to waste this meal's money. Xu Jianfan's design talent was truly rare, with a versatile, avant-garde, and novel style, practically made for their Shuangmeng. And there was Tao Wanwan.
It was too much of a waste to keep such gold in a small company like Chenfeng. Talents like them should directly join large companies like theirs, which offered a broader stage for development.
He curved his eyes, his smile incredibly kind: "Is it delicious, you two?"
Tao Wanwan didn't speak. Xu Jianfan said, "It's delicious. President Fu, you should eat too. My mom said not to talk while eating, otherwise it affects your appetite. We can talk about anything after we finish."
Tao Wanwan saw Fu Xiangwen's face darken for a moment, then quickly recover. He smiled and said, "What matter could affect your appetite? Mr. Xu, you must know the reason I invited you for this meal, right?"
Xu Jianfan didn't speak, raising his hand to make a "stop" gesture.
Fu Xiangwen was stunned, watching him calmly eat half a bowl of rice and drink a bowl of fragrant pork rib soup. Only after filling himself halfway did he wipe his mouth and reply with composure: "Yes, I know. You want us to jump ship to Shuangmeng and work for you, right?"
Fu Xiangwen said yes, adding: "Mr. Xu and Miss Tao are exceptionally talented. Although Chenfeng is backed by the Wen Group, it's still too small right now, which isn't conducive to your development. Shuangmeng is different; we were founded long ago, have strong capabilities, and can give you more room for development and more generous salaries. It's the most suitable place for the two of you to settle down."
Xu Jianfan smiled, his attitude impeccable: "Okay, we understand. Can we continue eating now?"
Fu Xiangwen frowned: "What do you mean, 'understand'? Mr. Xu, you don't plan to state your position and just want to eat?"
Fu Xiangwen thought: Are you a starving ghost reincarnated???
Xu Jianfan shrugged helplessly: "No choice. Our President Wen told us to eat more and not be polite with you."
As soon as Fu Xiangwen heard the words "President Wen," he was startled. How did Wen Shixue know?! But looking at Xu Jianfan's expression, he suddenly understood—did he even need to ask? He must have reported it!
Tao Wanwan noticed Fu Xiangwen's face was even darker, and the smile on his lips wasn't as kind as before, but rather a bit sinister: "What else did your President Wen tell you?"
Xu Jianfan said fearlessly: "She said since President Fu likes to treat people to meals, then we should—"
"Treat the restaurant like our own home, eat until President Fu can't take it, eat him to death if we can, be the most outstanding freeloaders!"
Fu Xiangwen: "???"
I've lived for so many years, and I'm actually being freeloaded by a little girl and her people???
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