Chapter 7: Past Events
"Fan Xia, it's been so many years since we last met. Let auntie toast you a drink." When an elder offers a toast, one cannot refuse. Even though Fan Xia disliked drinking, she had to force herself to drink it down. The spicy taste filled her mouth, making her uncomfortable.
After toasting everyone, she leaned tiredly against the table. The phone beside her hand vibrated slightly and lit up. It was a message from Rong Xiu.
To be fair, although Rong Xiu was meticulous in his work, it was rare for him to message her about work after office hours.
But now, Fan Xia felt that even discussing work with Rong Xiu would be more relaxing and comfortable than dealing with these familiar strangers in front of her.
Moreover, the content Rong Xiu sent was about how to dilute the final 5% of shares that his sister Rong Yan had obtained from their father.
Involving professional knowledge, Fan Xia's fingertips quickly danced across the screen, outlining several rough plans for Rong Xiu.
Beside her, Wen Lan Sheng watched as Fan Xia only focused on her phone, neither speaking nor eating, but with a serious and concentrated gaze, as if only the person in the phone was important, while he, her fiancé, had become a mere accessory, an insignificant existence.
Secretly glancing at her phone and seeing that the person was Rong Xiu, Wen Lan Sheng's face immediately fell. He instantly concluded that Rong Xiu was doing this on purpose, unable to bear seeing him happy.
"Xia Xia, the guests are all here. Play with your phone later." Wen Lan Sheng suppressed his anger and gently tugged at Fan Xia's sleeve.
Fan Xia looked up, saw Wen Lan Sheng's displeased expression, and put down her phone, saying, "Alright."
But Rong Xiu's messages kept coming one after another. Fan Xia had to occasionally pick up her phone to check. Finally, she simply apologized to the guests at the table and went straight into the room.
Seeing the varied expressions on the faces of those at the table, Wen Lan Sheng wished he could snatch her phone and delete all of Rong Xiu's contact information.
The meal he had carefully prepared ended with Fan Xia barely eating a few bites, all her attention stolen by Rong Xiu.
After the guests left, Wen Lan Sheng was washing dishes in the kitchen while Fan Xia was still in the room talking with Rong Xiu. They even started a voice call, and although they were discussing business matters, it still made Wen Lan Sheng's teeth itch with anger.
Looking at the plate in his hand, Wen Lan Sheng's heart hardened, and he smashed the plate on the ground, creating a jarring noise.
Fan Xia was indeed drawn over, asking with concern, "What happened?"
Wen Lan Sheng crouched on the ground, lowering his head to pick up the shards of the broken plate. Although his expression couldn't be seen clearly, his dejected tone revealed his mood: "It's nothing, just slipped while washing dishes. Fan Xia, you go back to what you were doing. Don't worry about me, really."
Fan Xia smiled and also crouched down to help him clean up the mess, her voice as gentle as a breeze: "Are you angry?"
Wen Lan Sheng bit his lip and looked up, his eyes filled with grievance: "So you still know how to care about me? I thought you were completely focused on Senior Rong Xiu, and I was dispensable."
Fan Xia shook her head and chuckled lightly: "What are you thinking? The CEO and I were just discussing business matters."
"Who knows if you were really just discussing business? Fan Xia, have you forgotten what you promised me before? You said you would keep your distance from Senior Rong Xiu."
Wen Lan Sheng didn't care about anything else. When Fan Xia had left earlier, their former neighbors had all looked at him with a strange gaze, as if gauging whether he had truly captured Fan Xia's heart. Otherwise, why would she leave him alone at the dinner table?
"Of course I remember, but he's my superior and I'm his subordinate. We can't avoid work-related matters," Fan Xia explained softly as she picked up the shards.
Wen Lan Sheng stood up silently. He understood that he was being unreasonable, but he just couldn't feel secure.
Over the years, Fan Xia had become increasingly dazzling, more and more someone he had to look up to. In everyone's eyes, he wasn't good enough for Fan Xia, leading to an extreme lack of security.
The intense fear of loss made him show off their relationship online and often make unreasonable demands of Fan Xia. He used these methods to repeatedly remind and emphasize that Fan Xia loved him.
The year Director Fan had the accident, he and Fan Xia were both fourteen years old.
It was the age when young people first experience the stirrings of love. Because of her excellent grades, as well as her exceptionally good looks and personality, she was like the moon hanging high in the sky, a flower blooming in a distant horizon. Love letters from lovesick boys filled her desk drawer like fluttering cherry blossoms.
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