Invitation

Knowing this was Xuan Zhe's residence, Wen Shuang hurriedly washed up while the other man went to get the medicine.

Five minutes later, Xuan Zhe watched Wen Shuang grimace as he dabbed safflower oil onto his forehead while studying the wooden carving at the foot of the bed. The bed was big enough for an adult to roll around on, so he could not figure out how Wen Shuang had managed to hit it.

"Hurts, hurts, hurts..." Wen Shuang extended two fingers and lightly tapped the corner of his forehead twice, as if the medicine would seep in that way.

Xuan Zhe could not stand such inefficient behavior. Leaning against the window with his arms folded, he reminded him, "Rub it in, or it won't work."

"It works!" Wen Shuang was in too much pain to move again. He figured it would be fine if it healed slowly.

Then a shadow fell over him. Looking into Xuan Zhe's pitch-black eyes, Wen Shuang's heart skipped a beat. "What is it, President Xuan?"

Xuan Zhe did not waste words. He took the safflower oil from Wen Shuang's hand and poured it into his palm. Wen Shuang understood instantly. He turned to run on instinct, but how fast was Xuan Zhe? He caught him in one grab, pressed his palm precisely onto the corner of his forehead, and rubbed hard!

It was no exaggeration to say that Wen Shuang's soul nearly left his body.

If the person standing before him had been anyone but Xuan Zhe, Wen Shuang would have cursed them out first and asked questions later. But this was his golden thigh. He could only swallow his tears by the ton, cold sweat coating his back. Once the initial pain, like his skull had been split open, passed, the corner of his forehead felt swollen and burning, yet it gradually began to ease.

"President Xuan... that's enough." Wen Shuang's voice was hoarse.

Xuan Zhe immediately let go and tossed the safflower oil back into Wen Shuang's arms, then continued looking down at him coldly.

Wen Shuang was a smart man. Once the brief daze passed, he knew Xuan Zhe was waiting for an explanation—why he had thrown himself at Li Junshan yesterday, and why he had gotten that drunk.

"The person I was looking for wasn't Mr. Li." Wen Shuang scratched his head. "It was Mr. Lei Wenxu."

Xuan Zhe asked, "What did you want with him?"

"Mr. Lei is a major figure in the domestic liquor industry. I was thinking about New Orchid..."

Before Wen Shuang could finish, Xuan Zhe's expression suddenly became unreadable, and Wen Shuang did not miss the flicker of mockery in the man's eyes.

The previously harmonious atmosphere came to an abrupt end. Wen Shuang instinctively shut his mouth.

Did he know what he had done before, and what he was doing now? That was Xuan Zhe's only thought. Yu Feng had ended up where he was today not because of bad luck or a lack of ability, but because he was cursed with petty villains. Yet now, this very villain had transformed himself and wanted to become Yu Feng's savior. It was simply absurd.

Xuan Zhe was a businessman. He was already somewhat suspicious of sudden enthusiasm and help from ordinary people, let alone Wen Shuang, the chief culprit who had driven Yu Feng into the abyss. Had he gotten too immersed in his act, with far too strong a sense of identification?

The conversation ended on an unpleasant note. Xuan Zhe asked no more questions, and Wen Shuang said no more. But before leaving, Xuan Zhe spoke in a low voice. "Because of you, I turned down Mr. Dilanda's invitation last night. Wen Shuang, you are not the only interpreter I can use."

The angrier Xuan Zhe was, the less emotion showed on his face. His tone was calm, yet it sent an inexplicable chill through people's hearts. Wen Shuang was no exception. Lowering his head, he said softly, "I understand. Don't worry, President Xuan. There won't be a second time."

Cao Nanyu came to pick him up. Seeing that Wen Shuang was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Once they reached the company, everyone went about their own business. Wen Shuang's stomach growled with hunger, but thankfully, the young woman seated across from him handed him two biscuits. He made do with them. At noon, Fang Su came over, and the two sat down in the company cafeteria. Fang Su smiled and asked, "The discussion went pretty well yesterday, right?"

"Not really." Wen Shuang was a little discouraged. Lei Wenxu happened to be good friends with Li Junshan, and given Li Junshan's vindictive nature, this score of his probably would not be settled easily. It had fallen through.

"Hm?" Fang Su looked suspicious. "Really? But I asked President Lei this morning, and he said he'd evaluate it after you replied."

Reply? Wen Shuang froze. Could it be those figures? Lei Wenxu was willing to give him this chance?!

Whether it was true or not, since Lei Wenxu had said that to Fang Su, Wen Shuang felt as though there was light at the end of the tunnel. His eyes brightened, and he nodded lightly. "Right! That's right! President Lei said he'd give it a try. Sorry, Sister Fang, I was drunk and confused."

"Confused enough to bang your head?" Fang Su pointed at the corner of his forehead. "It's red and swollen."

"It's fine. It'll go down in a couple of days!" Wen Shuang said carelessly.

The original owner had personally handled New Orchid's accounts, and the records were still saved on the computer. Fortunately, they had not been deleted. After returning home, Wen Shuang spent two hours sorting them out clearly, determined to make them understandable at a glance for Lei Wenxu. Near ten o'clock, he received a call from Cao Nanyu.

"Now?" Wen Shuang was surprised. He looked up at the clock on the wall. Dilanda had gone out to enjoy the night view, and he had to be there.

Cao Nanyu said, "I won't ask HR for your address again. Where are you? I'll come get you."

Since Dilanda was there, Xuan Zhe would definitely accompany him. Thinking of that icy face with barely any expression, Wen Shuang sprang up, gave him the address, grabbed his clothes, and headed out.

Cao Nanyu was nearby. Five minutes later, he picked Wen Shuang up, and the two rushed toward their destination.

Cao Nanyu glanced at Wen Shuang through the rearview mirror. "Not bad. At least you knew to wear formal attire."

"Hehe."

Honestly, Cao Nanyu was rather curious. Wen Shuang had a pile of dark history, and every now and then, something he said or did would step right into President Xuan's minefield. Yet he had somehow remained safe and sound until now. Interpreters for G Country were rare, but with President Xuan's connections, finding one would not have been a problem at all. Cao Nanyu felt that President Xuan had kept Wen Shuang around out of an unspoken, spectator-like interest, as though keeping some novel little object that had caught his attention.

What Cao Nanyu could sense, Wen Shuang naturally could as well. He had noticed the man's occasional scrutiny and probing. It was normal; human nature varied from person to person. Xuan Zhe was merely a little more perverse in his tastes, but he had not done anything to hurt him so far, so Wen Shuang let it be.

Dilanda had reserved an open-air private booth with an "ocean" theme. The floor beneath their feet was transparent glass, softly illuminated from below, allowing them to clearly see all kinds of marine creatures swimming slowly underneath, including a great white shark around three meters long.

Wen Shuang did not really understand rich people's tastes. From afar, he saw Xuan Zhe and Dilanda drinking together in a peaceful atmosphere, while his legs trembled the moment he stepped onto the glass.

Only after dropping into a seat did Wen Shuang feel a little more at ease.

Perhaps his fear was too obvious. Dilanda smiled and asked whether he had been scared. Wen Shuang gripped the edge of the table with both hands, mechanically shook his head, and replied that he was not scared at all.

Xuan Zhe might not have understood that conversation, but he saw Wen Shuang shaking his head. Hmph, stubborn as a dead duck.

Dilanda had inherited G Country's gifts: not only was he witty and humorous, but he was also romantic and knew how to have fun. It was already eleven. After two glasses of wine, Dilanda was pleasantly tipsy. He clapped his hands lightly, and a waiter holding a violin immediately entered, followed by several beautiful women in formal gowns.

Not bad! Wen Shuang marveled inwardly. It looked like Dilanda was going to choose one of them to dance with.

Wen Shuang really wanted to grab a handful of sunflower seeds and set them in front of himself. He felt that people like this must dance beautifully. Yet in the next second, Dilanda rose to his feet and held out his hand to him.

Wen Shuang: "..."

Xuan Zhe: "..." When had that little exchange of flirtatious looks happened?