Chapter 14: Drinking Party
At 11 AM, the salary was credited.
Fan Xia transferred 30,000 yuan to Wen Jing's account. Before she could send a message to Wen Jing, Wen Jing had already sent her a voice message: "Thank you, sister-in-law."
It was a voice message of just two seconds, with an extremely noisy background, making it difficult to hear Wen Jing's words clearly. Calculating the time, it should be around 4 AM where she was, probably out partying at a bar again.
Fan Xia sent her a message: "This money is for you to buy skiing equipment. Study well over there."
But Wen Jing never replied to her again. Perhaps she had gone wild with partying and didn't see the message at all, or maybe she saw it but was too lazy to reply since she had already received the money.
Having been close to the Wen family for so many years, she knew each member of the Wen family like the back of her hand.
When lunchtime arrived, Fan Xia took out the lunch that Wen Lan Sheng had prepared all morning. It was all her favorite dishes, including the seafood soup that Wen Lan Sheng had immediately learned to make after she casually mentioned it was delicious at the Yunding Restaurant last time.
Zhuang Nian was still gnawing on his fat-reducing meal. Looking at Fan Xia's aromatic and delicious-looking dishes, he inhaled deeply twice, eating his greens with a face full of resentment.
"Why are you still eating this?" Rong Xiu had walked out of his office at some point. He had taken off his suit jacket, revealing a neatly ironed white shirt without a single extra wrinkle. On his arm, he wore a black leather sleeve garter, the faint luster of the material accentuating the firm lines of his arm, exuding an air of abstinence from within.
He leaned lightly against Fan Xia's desk, his long, beautiful eyes lowered as he looked at the dishes in her lunchbox. Stir-fried vegetables, lightly fried shrimp, and potato stewed beef were all as homely as could be. Perhaps the only fresh item was the seafood soup in the soup pot.
Indeed, Wen Lan Sheng only knew how to do these seemingly virtuous superficial things, actually just going through the motions, not putting his heart into preparing meals for Fan Xia.
"President, you don't know, being a house husband is not easy. Sometimes it's like being an old father, knowing what his fiancée likes to eat and making that dish over and over until she doesn't want to eat it anymore, until she's tired of it," Zhuang Nian teased Fan Xia with a glance, joking: "This is also an expression of love!"
This is not love at all, it's simply not caring.
Rong Xiu's fair fingers tapped lightly on the desk surface, inconspicuously. How pitiful for her, the same old home-style dishes, eating them for so many years.
If it were him..., he would never bear to do that.
"I ordered lunch from Yun Zhai to be delivered, want to eat together?" Rong Xiu said, looking at Fan Xia.
Fan Xia was slightly stunned, about to refuse.
"I can't finish it all by myself," Rong Xiu said lightly, blocking her reason for refusal.
"Alright then," Fan Xia could only nod.
Rong Xiu hooked the corner of his mouth, a smile of certainty on his lips.
In less than ten minutes, the waiter from Yun Zhai arrived. Seeing their lineup, Fan Xia finally understood why Rong Xiu said he couldn't finish it all.
There were five or six dishes alone, and they weren't in ordinary takeout plastic containers, but in fine porcelain plates like in a restaurant, with exquisite presentation.
Zhuang Nian looked at the Yun Zhai dishes, then at the grass salad in his own hand, and ran out of the office in grief and indignation, out of sight, out of mind.
The spacious office was now empty, with only the two of them.
"This is Yun Zhai's signature slow-cooked beef, simmered over low heat for several hours. It tastes completely different from the usual home-style stewed beef cooked in a pressure cooker. Try some?" Rong Xiu sat down leisurely, his fingertips resting on the pure white tablecloth.
Fan Xia picked up a piece and tasted it.
"How is it?" He glanced lightly at Fan Xia, his long eyes losing their sharpness, showing a kind of nonchalant charm.
"It is indeed different, the texture is more delicate and soft yet still chewy."
Rong Xiu's lips curved upwards, his pale gaze falling on the lunchbox Wen Lan Sheng had given her, landing on the potato stewed beef he had made: "Let me taste Lan Sheng's cooking?"
"Lan Sheng's skills certainly can't compare to Yun Zhai's chefs, you'd better not eat it," Fan Xia said softly.
Rong Xiu chuckled, his voice low and gentle: "I'm not that picky."
He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of beef from the lunchbox, putting it in his mouth. His thin lips pursed slightly, and in a place where Fan Xia couldn't see, his expression revealed arrogance.
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