Gripping the phone, Leng Yan slammed it onto the desk with a snap, tightly furrowing his brows, his handsome face somewhat twisted.
The phone, thrown aside, quickly rang again, his eyes lit up with joy. Not angry anymore? Leng Yan eagerly called out, "Nuannuan..."
"Yan, it’s me." On the other end, Ji Wei’s voice came through, aggrieved and teary, "Yan, it’s Ji Wei."
A trace of disappointment flickered across Leng Yan’s heart; he frowned and softly asked, "What happened?"
"Did you see the newspaper?" Ji Wei sniffled, timidly saying, "I just arrived at the set, and many colleagues were holding a newspaper, murmuring something. When they saw me, they hurriedly put the newspaper away. I was very surprised, so I picked it up to see when they weren’t paying attention..."
Ji Wei’s voice became more obviously teary, as if she was already sobbing.
"The entertainment industry is full of gossip; stop crying, concentrate on filming, don’t overthink." Resting his head heavily on the backrest, Leng Yan’s long fingers loosened and clenched again.
For Ji Wei, he indeed felt remorseful, so no matter how helpless he felt, he could only try to comfort her.
Now, he couldn’t offer her love anymore. But he wanted to care for her, felt responsible for caring for this woman hurt because of him.
"Yan, the reason I’m calling isn’t because I’m afraid of rumors. Since I joined the entertainment industry, I knew it was unavoidable, unless one is an insignificant role." Ji Wei paused, cautiously asking, "Did she...I mean Assistant Wen, see it?"
"I don’t know." Leng Yan shook his head.
Wen Nuan isn’t enthusiastic about the entertainment industry nor interested in gossip news, she probably hasn’t seen it, otherwise why didn’t she mention it just now?
He sincerely hoped she hadn’t seen it.
After Ji Wei hung up, she slightly narrowed her apricot eyes, a few strands of laughter spilling out.
It didn’t matter if Wen Nuan wasn’t into gossip; she had a mentor who was very into gossip and particularly attentive to the entertainment industry. She worked hard to leak this news, several entertainment newspapers had published it. She didn’t believe Lin Xue wouldn’t see it, and since Lin Xue would see it, given Wen Nuan and Lin Xue’s good relationship, she was sure Wen Nuan would definitely know!
Involved in the competition, the design director wasn’t present. Today’s meeting was personally chaired by Tan Qing; Wen Nuan dreaded meetings, but she really enjoyed listening to Tan Qing lead them.
He had a magical way of speaking, adept at simplifying and humorizing long and complex discussions, making the otherwise dull meetings much more lively and interesting. Wen Nuan would always listen with a smile, earnest in learning something from his words.
Overall, Tan Qing at work was no longer as roguish as usual. He was mature and not without humor, deeply respected by the company’s subordinates.
However, today, she couldn’t suppress her distraction.
Holding a pen, she scribbled and doodled. When the meeting dispersed, and Lin Xue nudged her to leave, she quickly yanked the page from the folder, crumpling it, her pretty face turned red.
"What are you hiding?"
Tan Qing’s voice sounded above her, and everyone else had left the conference room, leaving just the two of them. Lin Xue had reached the door already, hearing Tan Qing’s words, she couldn’t help but glance back and chuckle, "Yeah, why’s your face so red?"
"Nothing, Master, wait for me." Wen Nuan hurriedly stood up, calling after Lin Xue. As she took a step, her wrist was immediately grabbed, and Tan Qing’s teasing voice rang again, "Tsk tsk, couldn’t resist fantasizing about me during the meeting and drew my heroic figure while I was leading it?"
Wen Nuan couldn’t help but laugh as she scolded him, withdrawing her hand. Watching him try to snatch the things in her hand for a look, she suddenly tore it to shreds and tossed it into the trash bin, tears clearly welling in her eyes.