Ye Huan was flattered and overjoyed when he learned that Wen Zhan was going to have dinner with their family.
"Xiao Qing, you can't invite this meal, it must be ours. It's great that Mr. Wen is willing to give this face, really!" Ye Huan was excited and polite on the phone.
Mu Wanqing frowned, "Huanhuan... The misunderstanding originally started because of me, and it was Wen Zhan who caused the loss to you. We should treat each other to make amends."
"No, no, no, you don't understand. In short, this meal must be ours. I will send it to you after I book the restaurant."
Afraid that her best friend would push back, Ye Huan quickly hung up the phone.
Not long after, she sent an address message on WeChat, saying that the restaurant had been booked.
Unfortunately, they had no choice but to invite the couple.
Although it is the weekend, Wen Zhan is still busy.
He went back to the company early in the morning to take care of things, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, he rushed back home.
Mu Wanqing had just gotten up from her lunch break. She didn't want to pay attention to him when he came back. Unexpectedly, this person came directly to inform: "Pack up and go out."
She was surprised, "It's six o'clock in the evening for a dinner date. What are you doing out so early?"
"Take you to try on clothes."
"Try... to try on clothes?" Her eyes widened in surprise.
What does this mean? The sun comes out in the west?
Wen Zhan looked at her, looking up and down, "I said a few days ago that there will be a very formal occasion next week, and you will attend it with me - are you just going to dress like a beggar?"
Only then did Mu Wanqing remember that he had indeed said this when the two had a fight a few days ago.
You have to take her to public formal occasions, acknowledge her identity positively, and prove that you don't dislike her and can't take her out.
At that time, I thought he was just talking casually, so how could he still...
"Wen Zhan, our relationship is not suitable for this. Besides, I can't handle that kind of situation. If something happens, it will only embarrass you." Mu Wanqing declined softly.
It's not that she's belittling herself, but it's the truth.
She was an orphan girl who was born in a rural area. She had never seen a gathering of elites from the upper class society in a big city. This circle spanned countless classes.
She didn't want to bring trouble to herself and become the laughing stock of people's comments.
"I'm not worried, so what are you worried about? Don't worry, even if you don't have any other abilities, you are still qualified to be a stunning vase."
"..." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard this.
Is this a compliment to her for her beauty or an insult to her?
Wen Zhan added: "Don't think too much, I'm just complimenting you."
He has seen many beauties in his life, some are fat and thin, some are natural and some are modified - but in his eyes, none of them are as pleasant to look at as this "little wild cat" in front of him.
At this time, Wen Zhan didn't realize that this was "beauty is in the eye of the beholder".
"You should thank your parents for giving you a good skin." Wen Zhan looked at her bright and graceful features and said.
When Mu Wanqing heard about her parents, her face suddenly darkened.
My father died unexpectedly early, and my mother disliked the fact that only the old, weak, sick and disabled were left in the family and would be a lifelong burden, so she went out to work under the pretext of going out and never heard from her again.
Thinking about it, he must have abandoned them and remarried and started a family long ago.
When she was young, she woke up crying countless nights looking for her mother. During the Chinese New Year, after other mothers came back for a reunion, she braved the bone-chilling cold wind and sat at the intersection, watching helplessly...
However, as the winter came and the summer passed, year after year, that familiar figure never appeared.
Her mother's face became increasingly blurry in her mind.
Now, someone suddenly said - you should thank your parents for giving you a good skin.
Should she be grateful?
In my memory, there is a yellowed, old and half-cut black and white photo in my hometown. It was taken when my parents registered their marriage - but my grandmother cut out the mother's part.
The father who was left behind could vaguely recognize the handsome and upright facial features.
Growing up, she had heard countless people say that her father was handsome, and that her mother actually disliked her father's poor family, but it was because her father was so handsome that her mother married him.
Therefore, her beauty must have been inherited from her father.
Deep down in her heart, she instinctively rejected the woman who gave birth to her, and was unwilling to think about her appearance.
After thinking for a while, Mu Wanqing murmured in a trance: "I want to thank my father. My father is very handsome."
Seeing her reaction, Wen Zhan also remembered her tragic life experience.
It wasn't that he deliberately dug up her scars, he just asked seriously out of curiosity: "Do you hate your mother?"
"..." Mu Wanqing remained silent.
He asked again: "Your mother has been gone for so many years, haven't you thought about looking for her?"
Mu Wanqing's eyes turned cold, "What are you doing with her? She doesn't want to support me and abandons me. She thinks I'm a burden. Why should I ask for trouble?"
Seeing her fierce reaction, Wen Zhan knew that this matter was not suitable to continue, so he had to return to the original topic: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go and take you out for a walk."
When he became interested, he didn't care whether the woman was willing or not, and just took her out.
There was no driver or assistant secretary following, just the two of them.
After driving for more than half an hour, the Bentley luxury car parked in front of a high-end shopping mall in the city center.
After getting off the car, Mu Wanqing looked at the two-story luxury store in front of her, with a luxurious and elegant decoration style. She felt as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.
"Let's go, don't be restrained. The owner of this store is Wen Ting. I called her this morning." Wen Zhan took her hand and led her into the store.
Mu Wanqing was slightly shocked.
She has been married to the Wen family for more than two years, so of course she knows Wen Ting.
Wen Ting is the eldest aunt's daughter, also Wen Lei's sister, a few years younger than Wen Zhan.
I didn't expect that such a young Wen Ting could run such a large luxury store in a city center where land is at a premium.
It's really awesome.
"Third brother, third sister-in-law, you are here!" Wen Ting, who was bright and charming, saw her cousin appear and immediately came forward with a smile.
Wen Zhan nodded, "Are you free? I said this morning that I would bring her over to try on the dress."
Wen Ting stepped forward affectionately, smiled and held Mu Wanqing's arm, "If I don't have time anymore, I have to personally receive you and my third sister-in-law! Come on, the high-end clothes are on the second floor, go up and have a look."
Mu Wanqing had a good impression of this cousin, so she let her hold her arm and smiled kindly in return: "Sorry to trouble you..."
"It's no trouble. You can send me some money. I really want it." Wen Ting has a good personality and admires her cousin Wen Zhan very much, so she speaks casually and honestly.
Halfway up the stairs, Wen Ting suddenly remembered something and whispered: "By the way, third brother, Lu Kejun is also up there."
Wen Zhan's face changed slightly, he glanced at his cousin, and then at Mu Wanqing, as if he was worried that she had other ideas.
But Mu Wanqing's reaction was mediocre.
What can you do if someone else comes first?
Is it because they want to buy clothes that they drive away the distinguished guests who came first?
Wen Ting knew that their relationship was awkward and explained: "She also came to try on dresses, probably in preparation for the reception at the Economic Forum."
"Yeah." Wen Zhan responded lightly without saying anything.
We are here, we are old friends after all, so it’s okay to say hello when we bump into each other.
