After observing all the details and notes of the pearl necklace, Wen Ran felt that it was very worth collecting, whether in terms of quality or design.

She looked at the lower right corner of the showcase and frowned slightly, "Why is there no price?"

It was clear that the lower right corner of the other jewelry was evaluated.

"Because it's not for sale," someone behind Wen Ran explained considerately.

Not for sale?

Wen Ran replied with an "oh" softly and thought of the Flower Filigree Incense Box, which also said that it was not for sale.

She bit her lips in disappointment and complained with a little personal emotion, "Then why put it on display?"

A chuckle came from behind.

Wen Ran finally reacted.

Her mind cleared, and her senses returned.

She smelled a faint cedary fragrance.

Wen Ran felt her heart skip a beat, and her back stiffened.

She looked up slightly at the reflection on the glass of the showcase.

The man stood behind her on the right side. His height and broad shoulders made Wen Ran look fragile and small in front of him.

And, what kind of expression was that?

With a faint smile on his face, he seemed to have caught something interesting.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

Wen Ran held her breath and forced herself to calm down. She looked up at him and said, "Hello, Mr. Yan."

Yan Wangshu raised his eyebrows and looked at the showcase. "You seem to have a problem with the arrangement of the exhibition hall?"

Wen Ran braced herself and denied in a low voice, "Not really."

"Then tell me..." Yan Wangshu softened his tone. "This piece of jewelry is not for sale. And you seem to have a problem with it."

Her complaints were answered in the same way.

Wen Ran glanced around the hall and said, "As the name suggests, this is the hall for the exhibition. These jewels belong to Carlyle, of course, and they're displayed in the Carlyle hall."

Yan Wangshu then slowly said, "Oh." It was hard to tell if he was satisfied with this answer.

Wen Ran took a deep breath and added, "So no matter whether it's for sale or not, it's reasonable for them to be displayed here."

This time, Yan Wangshu was satisfied. He rubbed his nose and smiled.

Wen Ran was the one who complained, but she was expressing her agreement.

Wen Ran suddenly realized that she had suffered a blow when he only said one sentence.

What kind of person was he?

The first time they met, he was a gentleman.

The second time they met, he was a decisive entrepreneur.

This time, he made fun of her childishly.

Wen Ran frowned slightly and turned her head to look elsewhere.

Yan Wangshu looked at her face carefully. "What are you doing here?"

When he saw Mrs. Wong just now, he clearly saw her with Chen Xing. He could guess that she was an employee of the Design Department.

Remembering what Li Wan had reminded her, Wen Ran subconsciously looked around, only to find that the receptionists had long left.

Therefore, Yan Wangshu didn't ask Wen Ran why she was there. Instead, he asked why an ordinary employee like her didn't abide by the company's rules and was still here at this moment.

"Mr. Yan, there is a designer named Li Wan in our department who is responsible for choosing raw stones with Mrs. Wong. But she was seriously ill last night, so Miss Chen took me to the exhibition hall to serve Mrs. Wong this morning."

Wen Ran pretended to misunderstand his question and explained Li Wan's difficulties.

Hearing this answer, Yan Wangshu nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Wen Ran relaxed a little.

Yan Wangshu lowered his eyes at this moment and looked at Wen Ran sharply. "Pray for her?"

Wen Ran was stunned.

Yan Wangshu said in a light tone, but the sense of oppression was not restrained at all. "I'm not asking this."

The lights in the hall were bright, and Wen Ran felt as if her thoughts were reflected on the surface.

She blushed and said, "Sorry, I forgot the time because I was looking at the jewelry."

She lowered her head and grabbed her right elbow with her left hand across her abdomen in a self-defense posture.

Scared?

Yan Wangshu suddenly remembered what Shi Ze had said that day.

"Are you sure that you didn't scare her later?"

He quickly recalled the situation in the car that day. At first, Wen Ran did take the initiative and was even enthusiastic. Her attitude changed after he answered the phone, and the content of the phone call was about Xu Yuling.

Therefore, the job she mentioned when she came to Shanghai was to work at Carlyle, and at that time, she already knew that her direct superior was Xu Yuling.

Did he really scare her with his way of dealing with it?

Wen Ran didn't wait for Yan Wangshu to react and raised her head to look at him.

There was still shyness in her eyes from being exposed just now. She only glanced at him and avoided his eyes. "Mr. yan, if there's nothing else, I'll go to work first."

Seeing her like this, Yan Wangshu agreed.

Wen Ran nodded, bowed politely to him, and turned to leave.

When she returned to the office, Wen Ran happened to see Li Wan come out of Chen Xing's Office. Her eyes were red, as if she had cried again.

Wen Ran didn't know Li Wan very well, so she didn't ask much.

At this moment, she was even more worried about her performance in front of Yan Wangshu. She couldn't be dismissed because of such a small mistake, could she?

After a while, Wen Ran convinced herself.

If she was really fired, there was nothing she could do. Besides, it was useless to worry about others.

Take things as they come.

However, because Wen Ran kept something a secret from Yan Wangshu, it was easier for her to be at a loss.

Wen Ran thought, "I'd better avoid him in the future."

Ever since Ivy reminded her, Wen Ran had insisted on building a positive image. For this reason, she planned to work overtime.

With the sudden inspiration in the afternoon, Wen Ran carefully drew the draft. When she looked up again, the office was empty.

She clicked on the keyboard, and the computer screen opened. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Wen Ran turned off the computer, tidied up the brushes, and stood up with her bag. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a computer still on.

Li Wan had not left yet.

Wen Ran gently pushed the office chair in. When she walked to the door, Li Wan suddenly turned her head and said kindly, "See you tomorrow, Wen Ran."

"See you tomorrow," Wen Ran responded in a gentle tone as she felt her kindness.

She walked out for a while and then turned back.

Probably because she felt the same way when she heard the phone call between Li Wan and her mother this morning.

Wen Ran had been staying in M Country all year round. Her parents were very busy working abroad, so they rarely met each other. Most of the time, they sent each other gifts to express their feelings.

When Wen Ran was hospitalized due to a fever, she suddenly called her mother and said, "Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry."

Li Wan heard footsteps and saw that it was Wen Ran. "Did you forget anything?"

Wen Ran shook her head, walked straight to Li Wan, and then sat down. "How is it?"

It was a simple sentence, but Li Wan was willing to share her plan with Wen Ran.

She opened the file and said, "I went through the materials in the stone depot in the afternoon and picked these."

Wen Ran saw Li Wan sliding the mouse and flipping through a few pages.

Wen Ran thought for two seconds and expressed her own opinion, "Isn't it bad to pick too many of them?"

"Mrs. Wong is too picky. Every time I prepare something for her, in terms of quantity or quality, it's always the best. Other clients can't compare with her. But I don't know why she still can't find any satisfactory one."

This was normal thinking.

Because she was picky, she was given more choices.

Wen Ran didn't think so. "I don't think it's a good thing..."

Wen Ran didn't know if it was too presumptuous to express her opinion.

After all, they were really not familiar with each other.

"Huh?" Li Wan shook Wen Ran's arm, "It's okay, go ahead."

Wen Ran said gently, "Our Carlyle must be of high quality. Sometimes, putting too many good things together makes it hard for people to make up their minds."

Li Wan paused for a moment, and her eyes lit up, " Wen Ran, I think what you said makes sense."

Li Wan turned around, held the mouse, and began to cut them down.

Wen Ran looked at the back of Li Wan's hand. "You should still be going to the hospital for an infusion, right?"

"Yes."

"There's no rush."

"It's okay. I'll finish it soon." Li Wan looked at the computer. "It's late, Wen Ran. Go home then."

Wen Ran looked at Li Wan and thought for a few seconds. "How about me accompanying you to the hospital?"

Li Wan stopped operating the mouse and looked at Wen Ran. Then the corners of her mouth curled up, "Okay."

Then, Li Wan began to pack up.

She swept all the things on the table into her bag. "Let's go."

Wen Ran learned that Li Wan hadn't eaten yet. After she got the infusion, she went out to buy porridge and even thoughtfully took a thick straw.

Wen Ran didn't eat either. There was nothing delicious in the convenience store at such a late hour, so she could only buy some oden.

Li Wan drank the tasteless porridge, and her nose was filled with the fragrant smell of oden, as well as a trace of chili.

Li Wan asked, "With chilies in it?"

Wen Ran turned her head and said, "Yes, I like spicy food."

After that, Wen Ran picked up a meatball and put it in her mouth.

Li Wan only felt that it was too mouthwatering.

Wen Ran was eating delicious meatballs in front of a sick person. And she also brought a bowl of tasteless porridge to Li Wan. It was hard to say Wen Ran was considerate or immature.

Li Wan smiled as she thought about it and called, "Wen Ran."

"Yeah?"

"I went to see Chen Xing today and told her that if I couldn't handle Mrs. Wong, I would resign myself."

“...”

"Let's have a toast. I hope I can deal with Mrs. Wong."

Wen Ran said okay and clinked glasses with Li Wan.

Li Wan took a look at Wen Ran and said, "Give me a meatball."

Wen Ran rejected coldly, "No way."

Li Wan was speechless. Why was it so hard to ask something from her?

When Wen Ran returned home, it was already midnight.

Sitting in the taxi, she saw a city illuminated by gorgeous lights outside the window.

They passed by a bustling street, which was full of bars.

This place erupted with noise. The people here were always enthusiastic and lively.

Wen Ran remembered that Li Wan was still complaining in the group chat the day before yesterday, saying that she wanted to pretend to be sick and didn't want to serve Mrs. Wong.

In fact, she was really sick, but she was afraid of not being able to serve Mrs. Wong.

The taxi stopped at a red light.

Wen Ran saw a young man on the side of the road who seemed to be drunk and was vomiting while holding onto a tree.

She thought that maybe the people who were having fun here were not happy.

There was no traffic jam at night, so the car soon arrived at its destination.

Wen Ran paid the bill, got out of the car with her bag, and walked to the gate of the community.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing flute sound came from behind her, followed by a man's snort, "Hey!"

Wen Ran subconsciously turned around and saw a black private car parked by the side of the road. A man in his thirties was standing next to the car.

The man was wearing black clothes and trousers. His face was a little square, and he looked familiar.

Wen Ran turned around warily and continued to walk into the community.

"Don't you remember me?" the man behind her asked loudly.

Wen Ran did feel that he looked familiar, so she stopped and turned to stare at him.

The man strode over and said, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I thought you wouldn't come."

Wen Ran was puzzled. She didn't know anyone here except for her colleagues.

But she had seen the man's face before.

Suddenly, Wen Ran ran into the community.

She remembered.

This man was the taxi driver that she had reported before.