And since she had seen it all before, she wouldn’t develop that frenzied and blind adoration for Yu Zexiao.
——At least, the words that the two had just spat out in their fury couldn’t be false. She truly didn’t like Yu Zexiao.
"Don’t lose faith in Xingxing; he has never liked anyone before, nor does he know how to interact with others." In the end, Ling Yinuo still tried her best to salvage Yu Zexiao’s image; Jian Anning merely smiled and didn’t respond.
After thinking it over, she called the nanny van’s driver: "Xiaowang, is Zexiao in the van? Take him to the venue first. I’ll follow shortly."
Even though he had dealt her quite a blow, who asked her to be soft-hearted and agree not to leave first, no matter what?
Since everything was the same as before, she had to do her job properly. Surely, Yu Zexiao’s fury toward her would soon become unbearable, and he would tell her to get lost, right?
She hung up the phone and then turned to Ling Yinuo: "Miss Ling, I’d like to ask you for a favor."
Ling Yinuo immediately nodded: "Tell me, if there’s anything I can do to help you."
"I want to change my clothes," said Jian Anning. These clothes weren’t unattractive; the problem was they were too attractive. As a lowly assistant, she wasn’t suited to wear such ostentatiously eye-catching clothes that would attract hate. Besides, she still wanted to avoid the Situ Family and the Cheng Family, and on such a star-studded night, there wouldn’t be a shortage of reporters. If she got captured on camera and it spread, wouldn’t she be dead for sure?
The shoulder that Yu Zexiao had clutched, turning it an array of bruised purples and still bleeding, was certainly not suitable for such a revealing outfit.
Upon seeing her shoulder, Ling Yinuo immediately nodded: "Of course, what style would you prefer?"
"An office lady style will do. I’m an assistant, not a celebrity; there’s no need to steal the spotlight."
Ling Yinuo, hearing her calm and measured tone, felt even more admiration. What a wonderful girl! Smart and sensible, beautiful and principled, pairing her with Xingxing, that emotionally inept fool, was simply a waste!
Initially, she had expected Jian Anning to make a splash, but now, looking at Jian Anning’s serene and tranquil face, her regard for her shot up several notches in an instant.
Soon, she had a stylist take her down to quickly treat the wound on her shoulder, and then changed her into a simple and neat outfit, a grey blazer, blouse, and pencil skirt. Her slightly curled hair was also put up at the back of her head.
Before leaving, she even had an assistant go down with her to the street corner to hail a cab. Ling Yinuo watched her receding figure, shaking her head and sighing the entire time.
Just then, a call came in, and upon seeing the caller ID, Ling Yinuo knew it was her brother, Ling Yichuan.
She answered right away, "Hello, brother, what’s up?"
"Is Xingxing there?" Ling Yichuan asked, "There’s something I want to discuss with him—about the identity of that little assistant by his side!"
Jian Anning was nearly at the venue when she realized that she had left the work staff ID card, issued by the venue, in the nanny van.
The problem was she couldn’t rely on her face the way Yu Zexiao could; even without a card, who didn’t know he was the legendary superstar?
So, the hapless Jian Anning had no choice but to pay her fare, get out of the car, and desperately call the driver to bring her the card.