Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Han Xingzhi is such a great kid, a rising star in the circle, who has earned his current position on his own, and is no weaker than the other four.

It takes a lot of excellence and tenacity to break the monopoly of these four companies and find a new way to achieve the current career.

If she had not made an engagement with the Gu family so early on, she would actually appreciate Han Xingzhi more than Gu Nanyue.

During the two years when Wen Ling and Gu Nanyue's relationship broke down and she went abroad, she had thought about breaking off the engagement and marrying into the Han family, but she didn't expect the Ye family to act so quickly.

This excellent son-in-law was chosen early on.

She could only give up.

Thinking about the troubled daughter of the Ye family, Chen Zhiru was even more satisfied with Wen Ling. She had raised a daughter who was independent and intelligent, with her own set of rules for doing things. She was only a little confused about the South Vietnam incident a while ago.

Now it seems I have figured it out.

Wen Wanwan bit her lip, clenched her hands tightly, and dug her nails into her palms. She didn't understand why she wasn't their biological daughter?

Why didn't everyone pay attention to her but instead praised Wen Ling?

Since he was so satisfied with Wen Ling as his daughter, why did he recognize her and let her be bullied by Wen Ling?

After hearing what Wen Ming said, Gu Nanyue's eyes changed when he looked at Wen Ling. Uncle Wen was right. He had overlooked that Wen Ling handled the whole thing perfectly.

Thinking of this, Gu Nanyue felt a little admiration in his heart.

Ah Ling must be so close to Xie Qi Yan because she is angry with him. He still has to persuade her when he has the chance. Xie Qi Yan is really not a good person. He is afraid that Ah Ling will suffer if she associates with him.

"Wanwan, please sit down too. We are all family. It's okay as long as we explain the misunderstanding."

Chen Zhiru spoke, and even though Wen Wanwan was reluctant, the matter had already passed. She numbly shoveled rice into her mouth, feeling nauseous.

Wen Ling continued eating in a good mood and even picked up some dishes for Wen's parents.

I didn’t have parents before, but now that I have them, I have to learn how to get along with them.

Wen Wanwan felt even more twisted as she watched this scene. These were obviously her biological parents, yet the three of them looked like a family.

After a week of densely packed classes, Wen Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the message on her phone from Xie Qiyan asking her out, Wen Ling refused without a second thought.

Why is he so clingy? Doesn't he have anything else to do?

Wen Ling turned off her phone and ignored Xie Qi Yan's nagging messages. She slept until noon. Even though she was hungry, she didn't change her clothes and just stayed in her pajamas. She wore cotton slippers on her feet, washed her face, and casually grabbed a handful of hair.

I went downstairs to buy some food at the nearest convenience store.

Not long after I got downstairs, I saw the woman turning around and running away in panic, like a mouse that had encountered a cat.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Ye?"

Wen Ling crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head, looking at the figure in front of him calmly.

Ye Shutong, who had fled in a panic, saw that he had been recognized by the other party. He coughed, retracted the panic expression on his face, turned around with a noble and cold look, and met Wen Ling's gaze.

But this dress really doesn't make her look noble and cool.

"No, Ye Shutong, did a donkey kick your head? What's with that outfit?"

The smoky makeup that looks like a ghost, the hair that looks like dead grass, and the big red lips that look like a ghost.

"You've just been kicked in the head by a donkey. Do you think you have a good image now?"

"She was wearing baggy pajamas and slippers. It was obvious she had just woken up. Her face was still swollen, and her hair was messy, with half of it tucked into her pajamas."

Isn't Miss Wen the one who cares most about her image? She always wants to leave a perfect impression on others, and now she's dressed like this.

"You still dare to say that to me?"

The two of them locked gazes, neither willing to give in. Then, in unison, they snorted and turned their heads away.

After a while, Wen Ling stopped arguing with her and spoke first.

"Then I wonder what brings you to my humble abode, Miss Ye?"

Ye Shutong lost his aura and his eyes became vague.

"Who said I came to see you? I couldn't have just walked here?"

In fact, she heard about the Wen family taking the wrong child at the Han family and wanted to come and take a look. She had been locked up in the house by that bastard Han Xingzhi and had no contact with the outside world. She only learned about this matter yesterday when she heard the servants discussing it.

Today, Han Xingzhi happened to be on a business trip and his supervision was relaxed, so she escaped and came to see him. However, the moment she saw Wen Ling, she became timid again.

They had a big fight at the beginning and agreed not to talk to each other again.

"Oh."

Wen Ling just saw that she was being stubborn.

"Then you take a walk. I'll leave first."

Wen Ling started walking towards the convenience store. Seeing that she was really leaving, Ye Shutong became anxious. After all, his concern for Wen Ling was more important than anything else.

He spoke awkwardly.

"You, are you doing well in the Wen family now?"

She grew up with Wen Ling and had met the elders of the Wen family many times. They seemed very fierce and difficult to get along with, unlike the elders of the Ye family.

Thinking of this, Ye Shutong's eyes turned red again. She had not contacted the Ye family since she married Han Xingzhi. She didn't understand why they had to force her to marry Han Xingzhi.

What's good about Han Xingzhi? He's just a hypocrite, pretending to be a decent person on the outside.

In fact, he is just a villain with a black heart.

It is not easy to make the eldest daughter of the Ye family swallow her pride and speak softly. Everyone knows that if you want the eldest daughter of the Ye family to give you face, you must first give her a way out. However, many times, even if you give her a way out, she will not give in.

Wen Ling softened her heart all of a sudden and accepted all of Wen Ling's memories. She had feelings for Wen Ling and his friends.

"How can my life be bad? It's very good."

Ye Shutong stared at her, trying to figure out if she was just trying to save face. Then he lowered his eyes.

"Don't be so stubborn about saving face, huh?"

Ye Shutong looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but not at her. His feet kicked the stones and rubbed the floor. He was so awkward.

"Who cares about face? Not to mention that my parents treat me the same as before, even if I, Wen Ling, leave the Wen family, I can still live a good life."

That’s right, Ye Shutong nodded.

Wen Ling is indeed much more independent than her and A Wan.

After letting go of the heavy stone in his heart, Ye Shutong felt even more awkward. Why did she lower her head first?

To save his own momentum, Ye Shutong coughed.

"I don't care about you. I just strolled here."

As he was about to leave, he heard Wen Ling's voice behind him.

"I'm going to buy some instant noodles. Do you want some?"

Miss Ye might not take the step given by others, but she would definitely take the step given by Wen Ling, and without hesitation.

"Eat, of course I eat, I'm hungry."

Ye Shutong sniffed, his eyes hot.

Really, she was so hypocritical. If Wen Ling saw this, she would mock her again.

Taking a deep breath and blinking his eyes, Ye Shutong turned around and quickly walked up to Wen Ling and put his arm around her.

"You insisted on inviting me."

"Yes, it's my honor to invite Miss Ye."

"That's what it is."

Ye Shutong snorted and laughed proudly.

Girls' friendship is sometimes so simple. One side only needs to give a hint or a word of goodwill to break the ice in all aspects.