Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

”When I was in school, I only had Wanwan as a friend. She has a nice personality and is pretty; in school, she was particularly popular with the boys. Many had feelings for her but were too scared to approach her, so they always went through me. It’s normal for our boss to have been moved by her.”

Tang Wan’s demeanor—gentle and innocent—was very appealing.

Men, mostly, do like those who appear innocent but have a fierce spirit deep inside, and Tang Wan was exactly that type.

”Yeah.” Jiang Jinsang nodded. Ruan Mengxi was someone who was particularly open-minded about everything. If she said she didn’t mind at all, it would have seemed a bit false. Her candid admission showed a good mindset, ”By the way, you said Wanwan was quite liked in school?”

”Did I?” Ruan Mengxi coughed twice.

”You said you were the one who connected her with the guys. How many did you introduce to her?”

His tone was light, but it carried an inexplicable intimidation.

”I didn’t introduce her to any...” Ruan Mengxi hurriedly explained, ”Wanwan never really dated.”

”Did she like anyone while in school?”

”No, she was too focused on studying at that time. Even when people pursued her, she wouldn’t even look their way. Later she went to learn a trade and started late. The times I saw her were rare, let alone other guys. There was no time for dating.” Ruan Mengxi gave a rueful smile. ”Uncle Tang was quite strict with her.”

”I was just asking, don’t be nervous,” Jiang Jinsang said with a smile.

How could Ruan Mengxi not be nervous? His tone made it sound as if she used to specifically matchmake for Tang Wan. She was no matchmaker! Why would she be involved in such a ”scheme”!

After finishing the procedures, Ruan Mengxi drove, tasked with taking Qi Zeyan home. He sat in the back seat, tilted his head to look out the window, and lazily tugged at his tie.

Jiang Jinsang was too fastidious; finally, having sent him away brought a sense of relief, but the thought of facing his father’s relentless matchmaking back home instantly brought on a headache, his expression weary.

Through the rearview mirror, Ruan Mengxi observed him. Qi Zeyan, outwardly, was always meticulous—his suit, his parted slick hair, even his shoes sparkled clean, always so spirited, rarely ever looking this way.

Since getting in the car, Qi Zeyan had been silent, and this sent Ruan Mengxi’s mood fluctuating.

”Boss...”

”Hmm?” Qi Zeyan was thinking about how to deal with his father once he got home.

”Are you not over it yet?”

”What?” Qi Zeyan frowned, not understanding the meaning behind her words at first.

”Still immersed in past feelings, feeling sad and hurt.”

”...”

”I know, you transferred me by your side to get close to Wanwan, but she and Xiaowu are already married. Don’t blame me for speaking out of turn, but you should move on.”

Qi Zeyan took a breath, visibly more irritated as he tugged at his tie again. He indeed had harbored such thoughts long ago, but that was ages ago. He now regretted transferring Ruan Mengxi, always stirring these feelings in him; this wasn’t the first time.

His attraction to Tang Wan had been fleeting; his heart beating wildly, he merely skipped a beat, and before he knew it, Jiang Jinsang had promptly ended it.

He had been miserable for a while, but it wasn’t a pain etched in his bones. Now, he purely saw her as a sister-in-law, yet Ruan Mengxi still seemed to think he was drowning in heartbreak, unable to extricate himself. Why was that?

”Boss, there are many great girls out there.”

”How come I don’t see any?” Qi Zeyan pressed his lips together.

Ruan Mengxi frowned:

Was this man blind? Me! Can’t he see?

”You’re always thinking about Wanwan, unable to see the forest for the trees.”

”That sounds wise of you. How many boyfriends have you had?” Qi Zeyan usually didn’t ask his employees such personal questions, but her tone sounded so experienced that he couldn’t help but ask.

”None.”

”None?” He clearly didn’t believe her. ”You’re not bad-looking, and your family’s well off, how come no one’s pursued you?”

”I used to be quite overweight.”

”Girls being a bit chubby is also good; too skinny isn’t great either.”

”So what type do you like?”

After she said this, Ruan Mengxi immediately regretted it. Qi Zeyan glanced at her, ”Forget going home, let’s go to No. 9 Mansion.”

”You’re going to drink alone?”

It was a well-known bar in Beijing, retro and understated on the outside, but popular for its privacy.

”Not when I have you, right?”

Ruan Mengxi’s heart suddenly started to pound.