Actually, Wen Yang had always had a good impression of Yu Zhan. During those two years, when Cheng Yanyu was too busy to handle certain matters, Wen Yang would contact Yu Zhan, who was always available and handled things diligently.
But in the end, Yu Zhan was Cheng Yanyu’s man. Back when it came to Li Man’s situation, Yu Zhan had helped Cheng Yanyu keep it a secret. If it weren’t for the fact that Cheng Yanyu let his guard down around Wen Yang, and that Wen Yang was naturally sensitive, she might have been kept in the dark forever.
The moment of ease disappeared. Wen Yang stood up and asked, “Is there something you need?”
Even Yu Qing put down her chopsticks, furrowing her brows as she looked over.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Yu Zhan still smiled slightly and said warmly, “Yes, I have something to discuss. Designer Wen, could we talk for a few minutes?”
In the past, Yu Zhan would call Wen Yang “boss’s wife” because she was a shareholder of Yiyan and also the wife of its boss. The title was appropriate. But now, he addressed her as “Designer Wen” instead.
Wen Yang asked back, “What do you want to talk about?”
“It’s about the company.”
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He snapped back to reality, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table as a gesture of gratitude before taking out a document from his briefcase. It was an agreement—Cheng Yanyu wanted to buy all of Wen Yang’s shares in Yiyan. Each share was priced significantly higher than the original value, calculated based on Yiyan’s current market valuation. By the end of last year, Cheng Yanyu had successfully secured the agency rights for the well-known A4 company in Guangdong Province, making Wen Yang’s shares even more valuable.
Holding the agreement, Wen Yang felt a bit dazed. It wasn’t that she was particularly sad, but she did have feelings for Yiyan. After all, she had been the one to name the company in the first place.
She looked at Yu Zhan and asked, “Why?”
Yu Zhan could tell from her expression that she had misunderstood, so he quickly explained, “It’s like this—there’s an investment firm that wants to acquire shares in Yiyan. They wanted to contact you to buy your shares. But Mr. Cheng thought their methods were aggressive and that they might take advantage of you, so he decided to make an offer himself instead.”
Wen Yang listened, holding the agreement in her hands. She looked at Yu Zhan and said, “So, in the end, this means I have to leave Yiyan?”
“No, that’s not the case,” Yu Zhan said anxiously.
Wen Yang smiled and said, “No need to explain. It’s fine. Leave the agreement here. I’ll think about whether I want to sell or not.”
Yu Zhan sighed helplessly and said, “You don’t understand how chaotic the capital market is. That investment firm isn’t simple—they really might take advantage of you.”
Wen Yang nodded and said, “Thanks for the warning. If there’s nothing else, I need to get back to work.”
Yu Zhan stared at her for a few seconds before nodding and standing up. “If you have any issues with the price, we can negotiate.”
Wen Yang simply responded with an “Mm.”
After Yu Zhan left, Wen Yang placed the agreement back on the tea table. Yu Qing walked over, picked up the document, glanced at it, and let out a curse. “What the hell? Is he trying to kick you out of Yiyan?”
Wen Yang poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip, saying, “Not exactly kicking me out—he’s offering to buy.”
“I know that, but how is it any different? I didn’t expect him to be so ruthless.”
Wen Yang, thinking rationally, believed Yu Zhan’s words. However, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that Cheng Yanyu truly didn’t want her to hold shares anymore. She didn’t understand the capital market, but she knew that with Cheng Yanyu’s company expanding, entering the capital market was inevitable. If he acquired her shares, wouldn’t he gain even more leverage?
Yu Qing was calculating on her phone and remarked, “Regardless of what’s being said, it’s a lot of money.”
Wen Yang leaned over for a glance.
It was indeed a substantial sum.
“What do you think?” Yu Qing asked.
Wen Yang shook her head. “I don’t know. I need to think about it.”
That evening, Fu Xingzhou was in a meeting and texted Wen Yang, telling her he’d be done by 7:30.
Wen Yang replied, “Okay.”
She was at an interior design store, inspecting newly arrived tiles. After she finished, she left and passed by a flower shop. She went inside and bought a bouquet of lilies before heading back to the club.
Fu Xingzhou had given her a key card.
With a simple swipe, she could go upstairs. The elevator was exclusive to her, ensuring no disturbances.
She entered the apartment.
The fruit on the table had been replaced with fresh ones. The housekeeper had also left a note, saying there was a special bowl of blood bird’s nest soup prepared for her in the kitchen, advising her to drink it while it was hot.
It seemed the housekeeper had noticed that the apartment now had a female owner. The details in the tableware had been adjusted to softer designs, and there were now women’s shoes among the neatly arranged footwear.
Wen Yang unwrapped the lilies and placed them into a vase that already held daisies, setting them on the table.
Then she went into the kitchen, brought out the bird’s nest soup, and drank it while it was still warm.
After finishing, she placed the dishes into the dishwasher and wrote a thank-you note for the housekeeper, slipping it under the fruit tray.
Once everything was settled, Wen Yang took out her laptop, set it on the coffee table, and started editing videos. From sunset to nightfall, she worked, occasionally rubbing her neck. Her peripheral vision caught sight of the agreement tucked inside her laptop bag. She took it out and looked at it again.
When Fu Xingzhou walked in, he saw her staring blankly at a document. Loosening his tie slightly, he noticed the note she had left on the table.
A thank-you note for the housekeeper’s bird’s nest soup.
A faint smile appeared in Fu Xingzhou’s eyes. He placed the note back in its original position and walked into the living room, draping his coat over the sofa. Looking at her, he asked, “What are you daydreaming about?”
Wen Yang snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him, her brows arching into a smile. “You’re back?”
Fu Xingzhou removed his tie, casually draping it over the armrest, unbuttoned his sleeves, and sat down beside her. “Have you eaten?” he asked.
Wen Yang nodded. “What about you?”
Fu Xingzhou replied, “I ate a little bit.”
Social dinners were always complicated, but knowing she was waiting for him, he had left early.
Wen Yang grinned. “I just had some bird’s nest soup, but there was only one serving, so there’s none left for you.”
Fu Xingzhou’s eyebrows lifted with a smile.
“It was prepared for you in the first place. I won’t fight you for it.”
Wen Yang’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
Fu Xingzhou had noticed the document she had set aside earlier. Remembering how she had been staring at it in a daze, he asked softly, “What were you looking at just now?”
Wen Yang hesitated for a moment before turning back. She placed the agreement on her laptop bag, thought for a moment, then picked it up and handed it to him. “This,” she said.
Fu Xingzhou took it and glanced over it.
Wen Yang explained, “This company, Yiyan, was founded by me and Cheng Yanyu. I’ve always held 30% of the shares.”
“Now he wants to buy them from me.”
Fu Xingzhou was well aware of this company, its rapid growth, and its future potential. From his perspective, now was not the right time for Wen Yang to cash out.
Investors were looking to buy in, and exiting now would be the worst decision.
Cheng Yanyu appeared to be offering a high price, but once investors officially entered, her 30% stake would be worth far more. Besides, if she were to sell, it should be through competitive bidding, not just a single offer from Cheng Yanyu.
Fu Xingzhou’s gaze turned slightly cold.
He set the agreement aside and lightly pinched the tip of her nose, asking, “Do you have feelings for Yiyan?”
Wen Yang met his gaze and nodded. “How did you know?”
Most founders had emotional ties to their companies—it was a common strategy used in the capital market. But with someone as genuine as Wen Yang, it was even more apparent.
Fu Xingzhou’s voice was calm. “I guessed.”
Wen Yang said, “I was the one who named Yiyan. Back when I had just entered the workforce, I thought it was incredible that I could start a company so soon. Even though I didn’t hold a majority stake, I still felt proud.”
Fu Xingzhou nodded. “Then don’t cash out for now.”
Wen Yang looked at him and asked softly, “Can I?”
Fu Xingzhou held her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Yes.”
Wen Yang wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his eyes. His gaze reassured her. It suddenly hit her—he was someone who wielded power in the capital market. If he said she didn’t have to sell, then she really didn’t. That so-called investment firm wouldn’t dare to act recklessly, and perhaps things weren’t as complicated as Yu Zhan had made them out to be.
Not long after, the reflection of the two of them appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window behind them.
Wen Yang’s tied-up hair was gently pressed by his large palm. Her hands, resting on his shoulders, trembled slightly. His arm around her waist was firm, his veins visible against the back of his hand as it rested against her clothing.
It was early spring. She was wearing a blouse and a long skirt—thin, light fabric.
Her skin turned a soft shade of red under his kisses.
After a long moment, Fu Xingzhou finally pulled away slightly, looking at her. Wen Yang’s eyelashes trembled, and she shyly buried her face in his chest. Fu Xingzhou tightened his hold around her waist, lowering his head to kiss her lips again. She shivered lightly, the scent between them warm and sweet.
He gently brushed her hair aside and asked, “Should I take you home, or are you staying the night?”
Wen Yang glanced up at him, then shook her head. “I should go home.”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled.
His laughter made her feel embarrassed. She wasn’t a young girl, yet just one kiss had made her feel this way—she didn’t dare imagine anything beyond that.
Fu Xingzhou took his coat and draped it over her shoulders, helping her up. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”
As Wen Yang stepped off the sofa, she still felt warm.
Fu Xingzhou packed up her laptop and placed it into her bag. As for the agreement, he left it on the table instead of putting it away, then took her hand and led her toward the door.
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