Wen Ming Yue laughed heartily: "Old Zou, you're getting senile too."
"Lan Sheng, what's wrong?" Fan Xia walked behind Wen Lan Sheng and whispered softly.
Wen Lan Sheng startled, almost dropping the cold dishes in his hands. He stammered, "No-nothing."
He hurriedly covered up his emotions, not daring to look into Fan Xia's eyes, afraid she might see through him. He put the cold dishes on the table and said, "Aunties, Mom, come and eat. Let's not talk about those sad things from the past."
"Yes, yes, you're right." Everyone suddenly remembered that Fan Xia was still there, and it was inappropriate to talk about her deceased parents in front of her. They could only use smiles to cover their embarrassment.
Although Wen Lan Sheng wasn't a match for Fan Xia either in the past or now, during the time Fan Xia was in the orphanage, it was Wen Lan Sheng who secretly brought her food, stationery, and other things.
In the past, Fan Xia was so pampered. Xie Ying would make different dishes for her every day. But in the orphanage, forget about meat dishes, she couldn't even eat her fill. At that time, the orphanage was poorly managed, many children not only couldn't eat enough but also got beaten. Many couldn't bear it and secretly ran away, preferring to wander and beg rather than return to the orphanage.
Wen Lan Sheng's actions could be considered as showing true feelings in times of adversity, so it wasn't hard to understand why Fan Xia chose him.
Better to tear down ten temples than to ruin one marriage. Moreover, this marriage was mutually agreeable, so they had no reason to say anything. They just felt it was a bit of a pity. If only Director Fan hadn't met with that accident.
As the group sat at the table, looking at the delicious dishes, Aunt Zou smiled and said, "These dishes were all made by Lan Sheng and your father, right? Lan Sheng is really skilled. Fan Xia is lucky!"
Wen Lan Sheng smiled along, nervously pulling Fan Xia to sit down. He whispered in her ear, "I didn't know the aunties would suddenly bring up Director Fan's matter. Don't be too sad."
"It's alright, I've let it go after so many years," Fan Xia smiled, her deep eyes unreadable.
Hearing Fan Xia say this, Wen Lan Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I learned a few new dishes today. Try them and see how I did?"
"Whatever you cook is delicious," Fan Xia said softly.
"Don't tease me, you haven't even tasted it yet," Wen Lan Sheng said in a slightly coquettish tone. Fan Xia's gentle words undoubtedly eased his tense heart, and he even had the mood to take a photo of the food and post it on his social media.
Amidst the clinking of wine glasses, someone suddenly asked, "Fan Xia, now that you're an executive assistant, working alongside the CEO of Shanhai Group, you must be meeting with high-level executives every day, right?"
Fan Xia took a small sip of fruit juice and said, "Yes, what about it?"
The person gave a knowing look and asked mysteriously, "Then you must know a lot of inside information about the group, right?"
"Aunt Zhang, what exactly do you want to ask?" Fan Xia said.
Aunt Zhang made a sound and said, "I mean insider information about your group's stocks, investments, and such! We ordinary small investors don't know, but your group's high-level executives must be clear about it. Just give us a little hint, let us small investors make a hundred thousand or so."
Fan Xia feigned slight surprise: "Aunt Zhang, you're into stock trading?"
Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "A few of us, including your future mother-in-law, are all trading. We're about to retire and have nothing to do, and we have some small savings. Rather than letting it rot in the bank, we might as well use it to earn some money for our granddaughters' tuition fees, to lighten our daughters' burden."
Fan Xia casually glanced at Wen Ming Yue, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you all, but I've only been with the company for a few days, and I really don't know any insider information. Even if I did know, I couldn't say anything. The company is strict, and if I leaked anything, I'd lose my job."
Hearing this, Wen Lan Sheng quickly defended Fan Xia, saying, "Aunties, let's eat, let's eat. We're all old neighbors who haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's just catch up and not discuss those things."
The others also understood that Fan Xia had no intention of revealing insider information, so they had to let it go.
But throughout the process, Wen Ming Yue just quietly drank white wine, rarely speaking.
Wen Lan Sheng was putting food on Fan Xia's plate while refreshing his social media feed, checking for new comments and likes. In the past, he didn't like posting on social media, but since getting together with Fan Xia, he became just like those house husbands immersed in family happiness, wanting to record their beautiful life at every moment.
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