Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 290 - 293 full of tender grievances, not knowing who the lucky one is being worried about.

Chapter 290: 293 full of tender grievances, not knowing who the lucky one is being worried about.

"Oh, by the way, what did you send Qu Yu to Ryan Castle for?"

Bai Qiantan casually asked.

Wen Nian paused for a moment.

"Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t have someone spy on Qu Yu. I heard it from Grandpa Wen yesterday."

Wen Nian squinted his eyes.

"This matter shouldn’t involve Grandpa Wen, I heard it was the Vice President who told Grandpa Wen."

Bai Qiantan propped up her hands, looking at Wen Nian, "Hey, what’s in Ryan Castle exactly? Why is it erased from our country’s map, is it... a military base or something?"

"Are you that curious?"

"Indeed, a little."

"Why don’t you go and see for yourself?"

After saying this, Wen Nian stood up and returned to his desk, Bai Qiantan took a deep breath, "With that attitude towards me, wait until Grandpa Wen finds out, let’s see how he scolds you!"

"Then I will just say, I really dislike you."

"You dare! If you dare say that, you’re dead!"

Bai Qiantan exploded.

"I still have lots of office work to do, you should leave after lunch."

Wen Nian had already started flipping through the documents at hand, and the several computers on his desk were all turned on.

"I won’t disturb you, just let me stay for the afternoon."

"This is an administrative building, it’s already inappropriate for you to come in."

Bai Qiantan pouted and glared at the closed door, muttering, "Acting all iron-faced and impartial, still nothing but personal gain under the guise of public office..."

Wen Nian glanced at her.

Bai Qiantan knew she shouldn’t be staying here, sighed, and was about to leave when Wen Nian’s desk phone rang again. After picking it up, Wen Nian’s handsome face darkened.

"What happened?"

"Stay here for dinner tonight."

Bai Qiantan blinked, this was really rare, "It’s you who invited me! Not that I shamelessly stayed!"

"Bai Qiantan, has anyone ever told you that you chatter like a sparrow?"

Wen Nian gave her a glance, his words very cold, but Bai Qiantan didn’t care and lay down on the sofa beside her, smiling. Nearby was a book titled "Global Financial Economic Analysis," she glanced at it, uninterested, and tossed it aside.

After eating, she felt drowsy, her eyes squinting shut.

When she woke up again, the evening light was soft and beautiful.

She rubbed her eyes and lazily climbed up from the sofa, a thin blanket sliding off her.

Leaning back on the sofa, the sunset outside the window was like spilled blood, Wen Nian leaned against the window beside her, his white shirt not meticulously tucked into his pants, from her angle she could only see his slightly loosened collar without a tie.

Both hands were tucked in his pant pockets, his long arms slightly bent, the joints of his hands long and clean...

Bai Qiantan stared at his profile, a third of his eyes gazing out the window... as if he was chasing some distant thing...

Wen Nian, Wen Nian...

He had the world’s gentlest name, full of tender thoughts, unbeknownst to whom he was concerned about.

"Beep-beep", "beep-beep"...

The phone on the desk vibrated, Wen Nian’s figure at the window finally turned around, "You’re awake?"

"Ah... Yes."

"Let’s go to the banquet hall."

"Ah?"

"Grandpa and your father along with the Vice President and his wife have come."

Bai Qiantan immediately sat up in shock, "What are they here for!"

"It’s not to hurry us to marry."

Saying this, Wen Nian picked up a coat hanging nearby and pulled the door open directly.

Tang Xiaohua saw Wen Nian come out, slightly turned her body, nodding.

Wen Nian looked at her, said, "To the banquet hall."

"Yes."

Tang Xiaohua didn’t think much, President Mansion’s banquet hall always hosted foreign guests and some important officials.

Bai Qiantan hurried out, straightening her clothes while coquettishly saying,

"Wen Nian, wait for me... my legs are killing me..."