Ning Beibei winked at Jian Anran, and the two began to speculate on the relationship between them.
I only heard Xu Nianhe shouting happily: "Sister."
"When did you come back? Why didn't you ask me to pick you up at the airport? I only found out you were coming to Luoyang University after hearing what others said."
It turns out that Xu Nianzhi and Xu Nianhe are biological sisters?
It is said that half of the architecture department at Luoyang University was donated by the Xu family. It was only now that Jian Anran had some basic outlines of Xu Nianhe's family conditions.
Jian Anran didn't know exactly what Xu Nianhe was like based on the few times she had met him.
But in terms of appearance, what they can see as passers-by, the second generation of rich people is not scary. What is scary is the second generation of rich people who are hardworking, motivated, and better looking than you.
Without staying any longer, Jian Anran took Ning Beibei and turned to leave.
Pushing open the dark door, soft light shines on the entrance, and the pig liver red marriage certificate framed on the wall comes into view.
I took a peek and saw that the living room was empty. On the black leather sofa, the angular folded pillows were motionless.
I have to say that in the past two months of getting along with Wen Siheng, almost all of Jian Anran's previous stereotypes about boys have been broken.
He is meticulous in his work. Although he has a slight mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, he advances and retreats in a measured way and gives the other person enough space.
Moreover, Wen Siheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder is manifested in that he only forces himself.
As for Jian Anran's sloppiness and random things, he would always just follow behind and clean them up silently.
You will not measure or demand others by your own standards.
"You're back? Wash your hands and get ready to eat." Wen Siheng poked his head out of the kitchen and said with a smile.
Dragging her cotton slippers, Jane Anran walked to the restaurant hesitantly.
Corn rib soup, squirrel fish, boiled vegetables, and two bowls of steaming rice.
In the kitchen, a man in home clothes is sorting out the mess after cooking. Next to him, there is an iPad page on the island, or a video of a cooking tutorial.
"You skipped the party today just to come back and cook?" Jian Anran asked bluntly.
After hearing her words, Wen Siheng did not answer immediately. Perhaps he was covered by the sound of water, or perhaps he deliberately avoided the topic.
"Let's try it." He washed his hands and sat on the bar, picked up his chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table carefully.
"Is it because of this incident that you have been hiding and not going to work these days?" Jian Anran suddenly broke the silence.
"Not exactly." Wen Siheng was a little surprised at first. He didn't know where Jian Anran got the news, but then he returned to his previous calmness.
With the personalities of those two sisters, they probably would have said everything directly into the microphone during the ceremony.
"It's to avoid suspicion," he added.
"How many professors are vying for the position of director of the experimental center, why do you have to refuse?" Jian Anran was a little confused.
"If someone else invites you, I will most likely accept it happily."
"But it won't work for Xu Nianhe."
So what the other party meant was to avoid Xu Nianhe's suspicion? Jian Anran couldn't help but have this idea in her mind.
She was careful but was exposed by the other party, and Wen Siheng confirmed her guess.
"It's just to avoid Xu Nianhe's suspicion."
After thinking for a short time, Wen Siheng made up his mind to tell the whole story.
"Actually, I received a contact from Xu Nianzhi about half a month ago. She is Xu Nianhe's sister. Maybe you already know." The other party raised his head, looked into Jian Anran's eyes and said.
"The planned laboratory happens to be exactly the same as my research direction. Only Xu Nianhe believes in such a coincidence."
"Because of many well-known reasons, accepting this offer will mean to me and the people around me..." He paused.
Wen Siheng's eyes seemed unable to contain the light in them, so hot that Jian Anran felt like it would burn on her body every minute.
"None of them are beneficial. Even if there is only one ten thousandth risk, I am not willing to accept it." Wen Siheng said.
"In the past ten years, I think I have gained a very clear understanding of Xu Nianhe."
"I don't know what unknown purpose she has, but she begged her sister to invest in this project at any cost. There is no guarantee that she will do more exaggerated things in the future to achieve other purposes."
"I want to nip that possibility in the bud."
Looking at the other party's firm eyes, Jian Anran couldn't help but ask: "At all costs?"
"Well," the other party nodded, "whatever the cost."
After saying this, he calmly lowered his head and took a sip of soup.
"What will you do if I get fired?" she asked suddenly worriedly.
The other party couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "Are you afraid that I will lose my job?"
Seeing Jian Anran's embarrassed look, he immediately said again: "This is probably the least thing to worry about."
"The worst possible outcome is to go back to England."
"Go back to England..." Jane Anran lowered her eyes and repeated this sentence in a low voice.
"Don't worry," Wen Siheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, "You can bring your family members with you on a work permit."
"That's not what I'm talking about..."
"Right." The other party slowly stood up, walked to the table in the entrance hall, and picked up a pink envelope.
With a suspicious attitude, Jane Anran took the exquisite pink envelope. There was no pattern on it. On the light pink background, the gold-plated logo on the back was eye-catching.
[Dear Mr. Wen Siheng...]
After a brief glance at the content of the letter, it was the invitation letter for this pop-up event.
"So what was said on Weibo is true..." Jian Anran murmured to herself in a voice that almost only she could hear.
"What?" Wen Siheng could not hear clearly what Jian Anran said because he could only see the shape of his mouth.
"Nothing." She shook her head hastily.
"It's like this. At the end of the month, miumiu will have a pop-up event at S Mall. Can I invite you to go with me?" The other party got straight to the point.
Jian Anran was a little surprised that Wen Siheng, who had never updated his Weibo, would accept such a fashion event.
She had never dared to set foot in such a luxury store. Jian Anran had only vaguely heard of the miumiu brand from social media.
In my impression, miumiu's posters are almost all of bright girly pink, and every product is young and cute. Thinking about Wen Siheng's timeless black suit, it can be said that it is two extremes from miumiu.
But Jian Anran then thought about it. At the S mall on the weekend, there would be a huge flash mob event for luxury goods. How many media would be present? What if someone happened to catch them?
