As soon as Ruan Xingwan arrived at the company, she saw Wen Qian coming out of Lin Si's office with an ugly face, and her eyes clearly showed that she refused to admit defeat.
After walking a few steps, Wen Qian saw her and walked closer on high heels: "I heard that you were the person Zhou originally wanted to support?"
Ruan Xingwan said calmly: "Maybe."
"Why did you refuse?"
"It's not something I got through my own efforts. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."
Ruan Xingwan really didn't know what Zhou Cishen meant by setting up this quota. Sometimes it was said that he wanted to praise Shu Siwei, and sometimes the official explanation was that Zhou liked her ability.
She is not a young girl who is inexperienced in the world. How could she believe such a high-sounding reason?
But Wen Qian interpreted her words as Ruan Xingwan was mocking her for getting the opportunity to go to Paris three years ago, not through her own efforts, but snatched away from her.
Wen Qian said: "Ruan Xingwan, don't overestimate yourself, do you think that rejecting Zhou will make you look noble and different?
No designer will give up the opportunity to have his work displayed on international runways."
After saying that, Wen Qian looked at Ruan Xingwan and smiled: "Oh no, I almost forgot, you also gave up this opportunity three years ago. People like you are not worthy of being a designer at all."
After she finished speaking, Ruan Xingwan slowly said: "If you really feel that you deserve it, you don't have to do it."
Why are you beeping so much? It's annoying.
After speaking, Ruan Xingwan left directly.
Wen Qian probably didn't expect her to say that. She stood there stunned for a few seconds before reacting, biting her lips tightly, her face full of reluctance.
After Ruan Xingwan went to Lin Si to discuss work arrangements, he asked Pei Shanshan for a few days off.
Lin Si said: "How is she doing now?"
"It may take some time to relax."
Lin Si usually didn't interfere much with employees' personal affairs. He asked Ruan Xingwan to leave after just a few questions.
As soon as he left the office, Ruan Xingwan heard his colleagues around him discussing something in low voices.
Before she could hear clearly, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared in front of her.
"Miss Ruan, Madam wants to see you."
Ruan Xingwan didn't realize for a moment who the lady he was talking about was, then he saw Zhong Xian standing not far behind him.
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In the conference room, Zhong Xian looked away from the window: "I didn't expect you to work here."
Ruan Xingwan sat there, holding her hands together unconsciously, feeling unspeakably nervous. It took a long time before she heard her own voice: "Mrs. Zhou, do you have anything to do with me?"
Zhong Xian glanced at her and said in a calm tone: "You and Zhou Cishen have been divorced for a while. As a mother, shouldn't I be concerned about it?"
To be honest, Ruan Xingwan didn't realize at all that she was here to care about her and Zhou Cishen's false marriage. Instead, she seemed to be here to ask questions.
After a while, she said: "The divorce procedures have been completed, I didn't get a penny, and Mr. Zhou didn't have any objections."
"Is it."
There was no emotion on Zhong Xian's face, "But think about it, you won't get anything from him."
Without waiting for Ruan Xingwan to answer, Zhong Xian asked again: "How much money can you make here every month?"
"Mrs. Zhou, I..."
"I won't bargain with you anymore."
Zhong Xian took out an envelope from her bag and threw it on the table, "Here is the ticket to London and a check for ten million."
Ruan Xingwan frowned: "I don't quite understand what you mean."
Zhong Xian laughed it off: "I know you need money. Didn't you marry Zhou Cishen just for money? Or did you think it was too little?"
Ruan Xingwan pursed her lips lightly: "Don't worry, since I have divorced Zhou Cishen, I will never pester him, and I have no idea of coveting the Zhou family's property."
"You misunderstood what I meant."
Zhong Xian's tone was cold, "What happens to you and Zhou Cishen has nothing to do with me. I want you to never see Ji Huai again."
Ruan Xingwan had no idea that the purpose of her trip was not to meet Zhou Cishen, but to meet Ji Huai. She was slightly surprised: "What?"
"I believe you have also heard that Ji Huai is about to get engaged to An An, but your presence seems uncomfortable.
It’s also because you married into the Zhou family that I came to you today to tell you so much. Take the money and leave here, it will be good for everyone."
Soon, Ruan Xingwan calmed down: "Mrs. Zhou, I have nothing to do with Ji Huai, so I won't accept this money.
Also, with all due respect, Ji Huaijian doesn’t like Zhou Anan, so it doesn’t make any sense for you to come to me.”
"Since he was born into such a family, his marriage is not his own decision.
You should know this truth, right?"
Hearing this, Ruan Xingwan turned a little pale.
The reason why Zhou Cishen married her at that time was indeed because of his parents.
At that time, the Zhou family wanted a child. What do they want now?
And if the indifference she felt towards Zhong Xian towards Zhou Cishen before was just a guess, then today's words can almost confirm it.
Zhong Xian didn't care about Zhou Cishen at all. No matter whether he got married or divorced, or what kind of woman he married, it seemed to have nothing to do with her.
But Zhou Cishen... isn't he her son?
Zhong Xian stood up: "You should think about it, I won't have an answer for a while.
But you should know that for your current job, as long as I tell you, no one will dare to use you.
Taking this ten million and leaving is your best choice.
How about this, the day after tomorrow happens to be my birthday, you come together and tell me your answer then."
Ruan Xingwan was shocked. Just as he was about to refuse, Zhong Xian had already left.
She never wanted to get in touch with those so-called upper-class people, and she knew that none of them thought highly of her, and they would only try to humiliate her.
And Zhong Xian clearly knew this and invited her over. This was obviously a Hongmen Banquet.
Ruan Xingwan picked up the envelope on the table and felt a dull pain in his temple.
After leaving the conference room, Ruan Xingwan felt the strange looks from the people around him.
A photographer's assistant, who usually had a good relationship with her and had exchanged a few words with her, came over and asked tentatively: "Ruan, who was that just now?"
Looking at their expressions, Ruan Xingwan probably understood a little bit.
Although she had clarified it before, many people in the company still secretly said that she was kept by a wealthy businessman. Now that Zhong Xian came to her, they must have thought that it was the original wife who came to settle a score with the mistress.
Ruan Xingwan felt angry and funny for a moment, so she blurted out: "My ex-husband's mother."
As soon as these words came out, everyone didn't believe it even more.
Regardless of Zhong Xian's wealthy temperament from the inside out, let's just say that the bag she is carrying is a high-end order for some luxury goods. If she is not a big member who has spent tens of millions there, she is not qualified at all.