With trembling fingers, Wen Cheng typed out the word "good." Before Wen Qi could reply, she covered her head with the blanket, ostensibly to cool herself down!
The next day, when Wen Cheng went to work, to avoid attracting attention, she firmly refused the automatic wheelchair her family had brought for her. Instead, she took out the crutches she had asked Brother Qi to buy the day before. Actually, it didn't hurt that much anymore; she just needed a few days of rest to walk normally again.
But the outcome was destined to disappoint Wen Cheng. The moment he entered the office on crutches, all his colleagues rushed in, each expressing how much they couldn't live without him. One colleague offered to check on Wen Cheng's injuries, and another took his crutches, carrying him to his seat. Knowing beforehand that Wen Cheng was injured, his seat had been replaced with a small sofa; apparently, it was secretly moved from the common area.
Startled by this enthusiasm, Wen Cheng sought out Secretary Zhao again to confirm whether her identity had been exposed.
Secretary Zhao used her professional skills to answer that she didn't, and then very biasedly told Wen Cheng the real reason: "Since you were hospitalized to recuperate, young master Wen, female colleagues from other departments haven't been coming to visit as often. The information department has become a monastery again, so I think everyone will be unusually excited to see you come back."
Wen Cheng: ......
I treat you all like brothers, but you treat me like a tool?
However, after Wen Cheng enjoyed the benefits of being a "tool," she successfully shut up. Her table was piled high with her colleagues' well-wishes, all saying that Qi Ge (her husband) wouldn't allow her to eat so many snacks at home. Wen Cheng had been successfully bribed.
Just as Wen Cheng was half full, Wen Qi's message arrived unexpectedly.
[Wen Qi]: Eat fewer snacks, lunch will be served soon.
Wen Cheng was shocked. How did Brother Qi know? Could it be Secretary Zhao?
[Wen Cheng]: No, no~
Actually, Wen Cheng wanted to ask why, but she didn't have the guts!
[Wen Qi]: The mascots are back home, and they can still be so calm?
mascot?!!
Wen Cheng felt that Brother Qi knew too much. Had she been too obvious about it all along?
[Wen Cheng]: Brother Qi, aren't you worried?
Wen Cheng couldn't help but ask a cheeky question, not explaining it very clearly, but Wen Qi would definitely understand.
Wen Qi replied to the message almost without much hesitation this time.
[Wen Qi]: I can still give myself that much confidence.
......
I'm blushing, please don't mention it!
Wen Cheng waited until noon to call Yan Luan to have lunch together.
Xie Nianyu chose a high-end Chinese restaurant that mainly served Jiangsu cuisine. The restaurant was also quite elegant, and it was clear that it was a place with high prices.
This was Yan Luan's first time visiting such a place as a guest. He hesitated for a moment before asking Wen Cheng, "Brother Cheng, isn't it too extravagant for a complete stranger to treat us to this?"
Wen Cheng was also a little unsure of himself, after all, he hadn't been to places like this very often.
But with Wen Qi not around, he had to stay calm.
"Don't worry, the people who invited us are well-off. Just focus on eating! I'll take care of the rest!" Wen Cheng assured him, patting her chest.
A warm feeling flashed in Yan Luan's eyes, and he nodded.
When Xie Nianyu was sitting in the private room, he didn't have much hope. However, Wen Cheng spoke up, saying that as an employee working for their company, there was no reason for him not to come. But Xie Nianyu was definitely not the kind of person who would yield to power. He would never allow anyone he didn't like to get the endorsement rights for this product.
Until the door to the private room was opened,
Xie Nianyu's eyes were immediately drawn to the boy who entered.
Yes, that matches perfectly!
The simple, even somewhat old-fashioned, black color-blocked long shirt he wore gave him an air of aloofness. His flawless features carried a hint of world-weariness, and his luminous white skin accentuated the red mole on his cheek, making it appear even more eerie. His slightly upturned eyes...
She has a completely different temperament from Wen Cheng next to her.
If the warm orange sunflower's temperament perfectly matches the first model's persona, then this boy is the perfect choice for the second model.
Xie Nianyu stood up happily, overjoyed that she had said one more thing yesterday.
It's like God has sent him a windfall.
"Your name is Yan Luan, right? Hello! My name is Xie Nianyu." Xie Nianyu was dressed in a custom-made silk shirt with a suit jacket, like a swan that had stepped out of a fairy tale. Her clean smile made people feel good about her.
Yan Luan's tension eased considerably, and he reached out his hand.
"Hello,"
Even after the three of them were seated, the smile in Xie Nianyu's eyes did not disappear.
They sat at a small square table, with Xie Nianyu alone in a row. He was happy, gracefully refilling the tea for the two people in front of him, and started talking about his work as a model.
“This time, our main focus is autumn, transitioning into winter, roughly based on the concepts of blooming and dormancy. Therefore, our products are designed at two extremes, and we need two models. Chengcheng, thank you for bringing Yan Luan; he's practically my second model, so perfect! I don't know how to thank you enough,” Xie Nianyu said sincerely.
His passion for his work was also infectious to the two people in front of him.
Wen Cheng was happy for him, while Yan Luan felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment when he was recognized.
"Also, Yan Luan, if you're willing to take this job, don't worry about your professionalism. We'll have someone to guide you one-on-one. Everyone starts from scratch and learns. We'll roughly finalize the salary during the meeting. I can't give you the exact amount, but I can tell you it won't be less than 30 million." Xie Nianyu's gentle voice calmly described the modeling job.
Yan Luan felt quite reassured at first, until she heard the specific salary details.
"How much did you say?" This question was asked by two people.
Yan Luan was surprised by the number, as was Wen Cheng.
He was cheated on and the wedding was canceled, so he only got 10 million, while Brother Qi took the remaining 7.57 million!
This time it's thirty million!
Just how rich is his family?!
Xie Nianyu smiled, but in her heart she thought, "Is Chengcheng complaining that the money isn't enough?"
"Actually, this is just the initial amount. Later on, you can also get a commission based on promotion and sales data. In total, you can probably get between ten million and twenty million. I can't give you a precise figure, but this price is considered quite good for flat molds in China. You can consider it."
Xie Nianyu wasn't really confident when she said that, afraid that Wen Cheng would think the money was too little and politely decline on Yan Luan's behalf.
The expressions on the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other changed to some extent.
Yan Luan's face turned from white to ashen. This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a number, and he found it difficult to process.
Wen Cheng: His family is really rich!
Chapter 72 I'll Get Jealous
Whew! I need to reconsider. Wen Cheng initially thought that the modeling fee would be at most a few million, but he underestimated the diversity of the world.
But agreeing now is definitely out of the question. I haven't reported to Brother Qi yet. He can't be blinded by money and betray his principles. Although he's currently tempted by this, he's only holding on by the last bit of reason he has left!
"Um, Orange Bro, could you come with me to the restroom?"
After a while, Yan Luan finally came to her senses, though her voice sounded a little shaky.
Wen Cheng had the same idea, and the two of them helped each other out of the private room.
Xie Nianyu was left sitting there, overwhelmed with mixed feelings. So, was there any hope for this or not?
"Gurgle—" The last restroom emitted a piercing flushing sound. After everyone came out and washed their hands, Yan Luan slowly spoke.
"Brother Cheng, are you sure taking this money isn't illegal?" Some people work themselves to the bone and can only save a few hundred thousand yuan, and that's after paying the price of both time and energy, like his parents.
Even with his current job paying 10,000 yuan a month, Yan Luan found the amount astonishing, let alone taking a few photos for 30 million yuan—a figure he wouldn't have dared to even dream of when he was eighteen...
"It's not illegal, it's just... well, I didn't expect the salary to be so high," Wen Cheng blurted out the truth.
The former poor brothers fell into a brief silence.
"Perhaps my understanding of this industry is too superficial, Yan Luan. Promise me, if this job comes through, you'll take this money to study and take the college entrance exam." Wen Cheng's tone suddenly changed.
Yan Luan was stunned, then gave a wry smile, "Brother Cheng, you know I'm not cut out for studying,"
“Not many people are cut out for studying,” Wen Cheng interrupted Yan Luan without hesitation. “When I was in high school, my grades weren’t good from the start because not everyone is suited for studying. But my advice to you is that you must go to school. It will broaden your horizons, shape your values, and teach you to think about the world and your life from a macro perspective. By earning this money, you’ve already solved most of the problems that people in the world face. The rest is about how to improve yourself. When you go to university, you’ll find more choices. You don’t need to memorize all the subjects. You can choose what you like, what major you like, and enrich your inner self. That’s my advice to you, Yan Luan. The real choice is still up to you. If you want to go back to school, I can take care of all the procedures for you.”
Wen Cheng had rehearsed these words in her mind many times.
Yan Luan was stunned, and finally couldn't help but wipe his eyes. "Brother Cheng, why are you so good to me? I don't know how to thank you."
A young man's emotions are usually hidden, but at this moment Yan Luan could no longer suppress them.
Wen Cheng reached out and hugged Yan Luan, just like she would hug a younger brother.
"Because you deserve it, just promise me you'll think about it carefully."
Yan Luan looked up and nodded with unusual seriousness.
Before this, he had lost all hope for studying and for developing himself. It was Wen Cheng who once again placed hope in his hands.
It was twenty minutes later when the two returned.
Xie Nianyu was very meticulous. Even though they were late, she didn't show the slightest displeasure, and the dishes she ordered were served after they arrived.
Yu Xunling and Xie Nianyu were pleased that Yan Luan had returned and given him a satisfactory answer.
All that's left is warm orange.
"Chengcheng, I hope you can reconsider. Flat modeling isn't as difficult as you think. You can treat it as an opportunity to expand your interests; maybe you'll find it enjoyable," Xie Nianyu tirelessly persuaded.
Wen Cheng: I've already felt the fun in it, but it's not appropriate for me to agree right now.
After chewing a piece of lion's head meatball, Wen Cheng nodded and said demurely, "I'll think about it~"
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"Want to be a model?" Wen Qi frowned as he fastened his seatbelt, looking at his younger brother in the passenger seat who had suddenly come up with this idea.
His entire gaze seemed to say: You?
Wen Cheng puffed up her cheeks and transformed into a pufferfish, "That expression of yours is clearly showing your contempt for me!"
"I thought I didn't need to explain a second time," Wen Qi said, starting the car.
Humans always have this rebellious spirit; the more you try to stop me, the more I'll rebel!
"Xie Nianyu said I'm very suitable! She's much more professional than you!" Wen Cheng asserted, invoking her authority.
“I know you better than he does,” Wen Qi said, gently pressing the accelerator.
Wen Cheng's heart skipped a beat as the car started moving. The more she listened, the stranger it sounded...
But he doesn't dislike it.