The incident of assault at the 24-hour convenience store couldn’t be kept secret, so it would indeed be difficult to arrange a good job position for her.

“…Xia Xia,” Wen Lan Sheng tightly clutched the clothes in his hand, suddenly feeling at a loss.

He hadn’t expected that at this moment, Fan Xia would still be concerned about Wen Jing’s work. Just the night before, Fan Xia had been so cold towards him, so cold that his heart trembled, afraid that she might truly no longer love him.

But seeing Fan Xia so worried about his useless sister, Wen Lan Sheng’s eyes gradually filled with tears. He knew that their years of affection couldn’t just disappear. No matter how much Rong Xiu tried to seduce Xia Xia, in her heart, she would only consider him, Wen Lan Sheng, as her one and only husband. Rong Xiu was just a wildflower casually picked outside, to be discarded once she tired of him.

“Why are you crying again?” Fan Xia’s eyes curved gently, tenderly cupping Wen Lan Sheng’s face, lovingly wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes. “I haven’t finished speaking yet. It’s impossible to get Jing Jing into a state-owned or large enterprise now. I can only use my connections and try to find a way to get Jing Jing into a company with decent benefits. What do you think?”

Wen Lan Sheng’s nose tingled and reddened slightly. He sniffled a wet “mm” and tightly hugged Fan Xia, acting coquettishly: “Xia Xia, I actually know that our family is holding you back. You really don’t need to handle Jing Jing’s matter. I know those connections you’re asking, those favors, will all have to be repaid in the future. Don’t let that useless Jing Jing drag you down.”

Fan Xia smiled, her eyes and brows exuding an irresistibly calm and serene charm: “I’m so happy that my good husband is so considerate of me. That’s why I can’t possibly let your sister become unemployed. Just wait for my good news.”

Wen Lan Sheng wiped away his tears and nodded coquettishly: “Mm.”

“Alright, stop crying. Why do you seem to have endless tears since marrying me?” Fan Xia lowered her eyes slightly, her voice gentle.

Wen Lan Sheng sniffled, thinking it was all because of that despicable Rong Xiu. Without him, he and Fan Xia would have been so happy.

“You go ahead and busy yourself. I’ll go out and buy some snacks you like, okay?” Fan Xia said as she stood up.

“Mm, then I want flowing heart cookies, and preserved plums too.” Wen Lan Sheng reluctantly hooked his fingers with hers.

“Okay.” Fan Xia walked out of the bedroom with a light chuckle in her heart.

She had just casually made up a lie, and it moved Wen Lan Sheng to such an extent.

How could she possibly help Wen Jing find a job? Not to mention she was Wen Ming Yue’s daughter, even if she wasn’t, with her lazy nature and tendency to cause more harm than good, if she really used her connections to find her a job, sooner or later there would be trouble. Then she would have to apologize to the person who introduced her, owing yet another favor.

Arriving in the living room, Wen Ming Yue had already come out of the bathroom and was busily fiddling with her phone. Judging by her delighted expression, she must have borrowed money. But it didn’t matter; Wen Ming Yue had already opened a financing account and added leverage. Once margin called, she would lose everything.

Thinking of the day that was about to come, Fan Xia pleasurably curved her lips and went downstairs.

As soon as she walked out of the building, a gentle breeze greeted her face, fresh and pleasant. She looked up at the sparse stars in the imperial capital’s night sky, dimly hidden behind thick clouds, not as bright as the street lamps below, which at least illuminated the path at her feet and the tall, slender, cold shadow not far away, looking lonely and desolate at the myriad lights overhead.

Fan Xia was stunned for a moment: “Rong Xiu?”

That shadow stepped out from the flickering lamplight, the edge of the faint light diffused by the moist night mist. He seemed to be surrounded by hazy light as he approached.

“Didn’t you go back?” Why was he still under her building?

Rong Xiu’s long lashes trembled slightly: “I…”

Fan Xia instantly had a thought – he wasn’t looking at the myriad lights, but at the lights of her home.

This thought was very narcissistic, but seeing Rong Xiu’s obviously hesitant expression, she really couldn’t find a more reasonable explanation. If she hadn’t come down, how long would he have stood here alone?

“Let’s go,” Fan Xia stepped forward, taking his hand on her own initiative. “Since you have nothing better to do, why not accompany me to the night market?”

Rong Xiu could hardly believe it, his cold eyes bursting with dazzling brilliance.

The Firefly Night Market was a famous night market near Fan Xia’s residential area, with barbecues, night beers, food stalls, as well as various fruit stalls, snack stalls, and places selling all kinds of clothes and accessories. There was also a nearby lawn where open-air movies were shown. It was hardly affected by workdays or weekends; as soon as night fell, business was particularly good. Even at one or two in the morning, it was still brightly lit.

The night market was crowded, with some popular stalls so packed you couldn’t squeeze through. He followed closely behind Fan Xia, looking at the hand she was holding. His hands were naturally cooler than most people’s, but Fan Xia’s palm was warm and dry.

He had never imagined that one day he would be walking hand in hand with Fan Xia through a night market like an ordinary couple. It was as if in the midst of an icy snow-covered land, he had walked into a warm little wooden cabin. Inside the cabin burned a fireplace, driving away the damp cold from his bones.

“They even sell pet supplies here.” Fan Xia stopped in front of a small stall. Most of the items sold here were toys for cats and dogs. Fan Xia picked up a cat teaser, its tail end adorned with a light blue feather. The feather was soft and fluffy, with a small bell tied to its tip, making a crisp sound when shaken.

Fan Xia shook it to try it out. The light, soft, fluffy feather grazed Rong Xiu’s fingertips. He retracted his finger bones, his heart surging as if struck by an electric current.

“Kitties love this cat teaser the most. Buy one, it’s only 20 yuan. Your little cat at home will surely be very happy,” the stall owner said with a smile.

Fan Xia smiled and said, “We don’t keep cats at home, only a small dog.”

“Then you can buy this chew toy. It’ll prevent your little doggy from destroying things at home,” the stall owner promptly recommended.

Fan Xia looked at Rong Xiu: “Is Yi Zhi Mei starting to destroy things at home now?”

Rong Xiu thought for a moment and said, “Yi Zhi Mei is about to enter the teething period and is starting to like chewing on things.”

But he had already bought everything the little dog needed. Before he could say this, he was interrupted by the stall owner.

“That’s right, during the teething period, puppies’ teeth will be particularly itchy, and they like to chew on things to relieve it. You young couple have to go to work during the day, and the little dog will be running wild at home. Who knows, one day you might come home to find the legs of tables and chairs all chewed up.”

Rong Xiu: “…We’ll buy it.”

Seeing a sale coming, the stall owner grinned and continued, “I have two best-selling chew toys here. Which one do you think is more suitable?”

Rong Xiu: “We’ll take both.”

The stall owner’s smile widened, and he immediately started packaging.

Fan Xia beat Rong Xiu to scanning the code for payment.

Seeing Rong Xiu’s disapproving look, Fan Xia’s lips curved slightly upward: “I know the great CEO Rong is wealthy and generous, but I also have a share in raising Yi Zhi Mei. In a sense, I’m also Yi Zhi Mei’s mother.”

Rong Xiu’s eyes trembled slightly, his cold expression rarely showing a tinge of redness and shyness.

Zhuang Nian was almost dying of anxiety. The post on the forum was clearly posted by Wen Lan Sheng, with Fan Xia and Rong Xiu as the main characters. Naturally, the one bearing the brunt of the attack was Rong Xiu, who had been dubbed the ‘most disgusting mistress’.

After all, since ancient times, women have always been in an invisible state in affairs. Compared to the cheating woman, people hated the mistress more.

Zhuang Nian looked at the astonishing number of reposts of this thread. It had even been reposted on certain Weibo and Douyin accounts, and some gossip marketing accounts had already posted about it. If it wasn’t handled soon, the situation might develop to an irreversible point.

He hurriedly called Rong Xiu, but Rong Xiu’s phone was dead silent, immediately disconnected as soon as he called.

Having no choice, Zhuang Nian sent Rong Xiu a text message: “CEO, recently a post has appeared on the forum slandering and falsely accusing you of being a mistress. It has a large number of reposts, and people have started to dig up and expose your personal information. If we don’t handle it soon, they might trace it back to you.”

Zhuang Nian paced back and forth in the living room, waiting for Rong Xiu’s reply.

After all, this matter had a significant impact, especially on men. Once people found out that this mistress was Rong Xiu, he would immediately face an overwhelming amount of abuse and even threats. Don’t underestimate the fighting power of those men; when they start tearing into someone, it’s truly terrifying. No man could withstand such immense pressure.

Ding dong—

After waiting anxiously, Zhuang Nian finally received Rong Xiu’s reply. He had thought that given the urgency of the situation, Rong Xiu would call for an emergency meeting to have the public relations department handle it. But the reply he received was just three simple, cold words.

“I know.”!