In the next two days, Wen Shiyan was ordered by Ji Wei to rest at home and wait until the wound on his back was better before returning to the company.
The two did not mention the previous episode, and the news about Wen Shiyan's engagement also disappeared inexplicably, and no one was heard discussing his marriage to Ruan Chuling anymore.
Near lunch time, Wen Shiyan received a call from Jiang Qinghe. He stroked his brow helplessly, but still pressed the answer button.
"Wen Shiyan, I'm downstairs in your company now. Let's have dinner together at noon."
Jiang Qinghe's playful and lively voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of humility in his tone.
Wen Shiyan couldn't help but think of that familiar look in his mind. After hesitating for a while, he finally agreed.
As soon as Wen Shiyan walked out of the hall, he saw Jiang Qinghe not far away, wearing a light-colored hat, a mask, and a pink blue dress. The girl-next-door look was very cute.
With his hands at his sides, wrapped around the tassel on his crossbody bag, he walked around the door of the hall, looking inside from time to time.
Seeing Wen Shiyan's figure, his big round eyes suddenly became crystal clear and moist. After looking around, he quickly ran towards Wen Shiyan.
"I haven't answered your calls these days. Mr. Wen, you can finally find time to have a meal with me."
Jiang Qinghe's tone was filled with grievances. He wanted to step forward and hold Wen Shiyan's arms, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly take a step back and retract his hand in mid-air in embarrassment.
"Jiang Qinghe, please be careful."
Wen Shiyan's voice was cool and soft, with a lazy hoarse tone.
Jiang Qinghe curled his lips in displeasure and followed Wen Shiyan nonchalantly.
The two of them came to a restaurant near the company, and considering the particularity of Jiang Qinghe's profession, they specially chose a private room.
After entering the box, Jiang Qinghe took off his hat and mask, and his face turned red from the mask.
Thinking of what Shi Yan had done just now, I held my breath in my heart. I took the menu and ordered all the signature dishes.
Wen Shiyan chuckled and waited until the waiter took the menu.
He slowly poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip:
"You invited me to a meal, and you'll treat me to this meal."
After listening to Wen Shiyan's words, Jiang Qinghe gritted his teeth and said, "She's the one who's going to treat me."
Thinking of the purpose of this visit, Jiang Qinghe gritted his teeth and forced out a smile:
"Shi Yan, I want to be with you again."
Before, she always thought that Wen Shiyan and Ji Wei were together just to piss her off, so she never took Ji Wei seriously.
This time when she learned that he and Miss Ruan were getting engaged, she couldn't sit still. She had let go once and didn't want to let go a second time. Wen Shiyan could only be hers.
Hearing Jiang Qinghe's words, Wen Shiyan raised an eyebrow, and his tone was colder than he had imagined, as if it had been tempered by ice.
"Remember, you were the first to break up. Jiang Qinghe, there is no regret medicine in this world."
Jiang Qinghe looked into Shang Wen Shiyan's emotionless eyes, feeling guilty and cramped in his heart.
"I'm sorry. I was too willful back then and chose to let go before I knew how to love. I regret it now. How about we start over."
Jiang Qinghe couldn't help but choked with sobs when he said the last part of his sentence. The tip of his nose was sour, his eyes were slightly red, and a layer of wet mist gradually accumulated in his eyes.
Wen Shiyan squinted his eyes slightly, with a hint of amusement and inquiry in his deep gaze. He tapped his finger bones on the table very rhythmically, as if he was thinking about Jiang Qinghe's words.
"Are you sure you want Wen Shiyan and not the identity of Second Young Master Wen?"
Hearing this, Jiang Qinghe was slightly stunned. Of course, becoming Wen Shiyan, the second young master of the Wen family, was more worthwhile.
"Ji Wei is also interested in your money."
Jiang Qinghe bit his lip, somewhat unwillingly.
Wen Shiyan picked up the cup and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, his Adam's apple sliding up and down with the swallowing movement, lazily.
"My pleasure."
After saying that, he stood up and left.
