The Big Boss & His Dainty Wife -
Chapter 877 - Chapter 877 Chapter 877 You Are My Number One Fan
Chapter 877: Chapter 877: You Are My Number One Fan Chapter 877: Chapter 877: You Are My Number One Fan Every day they send a pile of things over here, much more diligent than all of you.
Hai Lan laughed, “This is everyone’s kindness. But I’ve already told them not to come anymore, yet people still show up.”
“They really like you, how could they not come.”
Hai Lan joked on purpose, “I’m just afraid that if I really disfigure my face, turning into an ugly monster, no one will like me anymore.”
“That won’t happen.” Wen Jingheng’s gaze was firm as he stared at her, “You won’t disfigure your face, nor will you be without admirers. Even if you did disfigure your face, I, as your friend, would still like you the same as always.”
This was a veiled confession!
Hai Lan pretended not to understand and giggled, “I really can’t tell, turns out you’re my number one fan.”
Wen Jingheng also laughed, “More or less. But you’ve never given me an autograph.”
“Haha, autographs are so boring. How about I treat you all to a meal once I’m better?”
“Sure, it’s a deal.”
The two were chatting happily when Wei Zhijie and a girl suddenly came in.
Seeing Wen Jingheng inside, both of them were stunned for a moment, with complex expressions flashing in their eyes. Wei Zhijie’s gaze was easy to understand; he didn’t like Wen Jingheng because he could see Wen Jingheng’s feelings for Hai Lan.
That girl… her gaze was so complex it was indecipherable.
However, both of their emotions were fleeting.
“Director Wen, when did you arrive?” Wei Zhijie showed an elegantly graceful smile and stepped forward to greet him.
Wen Jingheng probably had prejudices too, and didn’t like Wei Zhijie either.
He stood up with composure and said, “I just got here.”
“Director Wen often visits Hai Lan; we are truly flattered by such friendship,” Wei Zhijie said sarcastically, implying that his intentions toward Hai Lan were impure.
Wen Jingheng wasn’t angered, smiled and replied, “Of course, after all, Hai Lan and I are friends.”
“But for Director Wen, who deals with a myriad of affairs, to take time to visit Hai Lan, we are indeed grateful. How about this, I’ll invite Director Wen to a meal as a thank you for your concern for our Hai Lan.”
The words ‘our Hai Lan’ directly excluded Wen Jingheng.
Wei Zhijie simply wanted to let him know that Hai Lan was his!
Truthfully, after learning that Hai Lan was engaged, Wen Jingheng hadn’t done much and respected their relationship.
Although he still liked Hai Lan, he tried his best to regard her as a friend.
So there was no need for Wei Zhijie to be so defensive against him.
Nevertheless, Wen Jingheng didn’t mind Wei Zhijie’s attitude and laughed openly, “There’s no need for a meal, I am just caring for my friend, Mr. Wei doesn’t have to be so polite. Alright, I have other matters to attend to, I’ll take my leave first.”
“Director Wen, please take care,” Wei Zhijie smiled for a moment, but as soon as Wen Jingheng left, his smile disappeared.
“Hai Lan, what did he come to talk to you about?” Wei Zhijie asked Hai Lan directly, looking somewhat displeased.
Hai Lan laughed, “Nothing much, he just stopped by to see me.”
“Sister, does that Director Wen like you?” The girl who had come with Wei Zhijie finally spoke, though her voice sounded quite pleasant.
The girl was the daughter of Hai Lan’s foster parents, named Yun Shan, and she was only 22 this year, five or six years younger than Hai Lan.
Back then, Hai Lan’s foster parents thought they were unable to have children of their own, so they adopted Hai Lan, only to give birth to Yun Shan a few years later. At that time, Hai Lan’s status in the Yun Family became awkward.
However, her foster parents didn’t treat her poorly and were quite good to her.
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