Chapter 3: Xiao Jin, do you like Sheng Yang?

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Sister Shuang looked up in surprise. Wen Jin whispered, “My family wants me to return to Yang City. I’m sorry, Sister Shuang, for causing you trouble.”

New Moon Design Studio is the most renowned design studio in Jing City, covering a wide range of industries—from grand banquets and ceremonies to small-scale stage design.

It was Sister Shuang who originally recruited Wen Jin during campus hiring.

Sister Shuang glanced at the resignation letter on the desk but didn’t immediately agree. Instead, she asked Wen Jin to return to her workstation and think it over.

Wen Jin knew Sister Shuang only wanted what was best for her. She resolutely expressed her decision again before leaving.

As for the wedding of Sheng Yang and Wen You, she had already told Sister Shuang that she lacked the capability and was about to resign, so it was not appropriate for her to participate.

If Sheng Yang insisted, they could just list her name nominally.

Back at her workstation, Wen Jin felt dizzy.

She hadn’t gone home last night but stayed at the company all night and wrote that resignation letter.

When the old master Sheng’s call came through, she was enduring discomfort while verifying a small event plan with a colleague.

The moment she answered, the old master’s booming voice came through: “Xiao Jin, don’t forget to come home for dinner tonight. Grandfather has something very important to tell you.”

Wen Jin’s father was the driver for the Sheng family, and her mother was their housekeeper.

When her father had that accident, the Sheng family had helped quite a bit, though in the end things didn’t turn out well.

But her mother was always grateful to the Sheng family.

After her mother passed away, the old master Sheng had taken the fifteen-year-old Wen Jin back to the Wen household himself.

Returning to Yang City was something she owed the old master an explanation for, both emotionally and logically.

When she arrived, the old master was in the living room drinking tea.

He had been recuperating last month on a foreign island and had just returned yesterday.

He had the servants bring Wen Jin a gift, and the butler smiled, saying it was personally chosen by the old master for her.

Wen Jin was overwhelmed with gratitude and thanked him repeatedly.

The old master waved his hand with a kindly smile. “Xiao Jin, I’ve watched you grow up. You’re no different from my own granddaughter. It’s only right to buy you some gifts.”

Almost like a granddaughter, yet not quite.

Wen Jin skillfully approached the old master and began massaging his shoulders.

Lowering her lashes, she pondered how to bring up her impending return to Yang City.

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The old master spoke first: “Xiao Jin, do you like Sheng Yang?”

Wen Jin’s hand froze instantly, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest.

During their time together, to avoid suspicion, they had always pretended to be strangers in front of others.

Especially in front of the old master.

In fact, the old master had asked her this question many times before, and each time she answered that she did not like him.

This was something Sheng Yang had emphasized repeatedly.

Sure enough, before she could speak, the old master sighed, “Still don’t like him, right?”

“That kid is unlucky. I always thought it would be good if you and Sheng Yang could end up together. But Xiao Jin, Sheng Yang is engaged to Wen You.”

The old master didn’t wait for Wen Jin’s response, continuing on his own.

“Well, it’s for the best. You and him have no fate. Since you don’t like him, he’ll just have to muddle through on his own. I hope Wen You can keep him in line.”

Throughout the conversation, the old master didn’t give Wen Jin a chance to interrupt, firmly cementing the relationship between Sheng Yang and Wen You.

It also seemed like a deliberate hint to Wen Jin.

She took a deep breath, lowered her lashes, and decided to directly tell him about her plan to return to Yang City.

The old master paused, then turned to look at Wen Jin, his brow furrowed. “Why suddenly want to go back when everything is fine here?”

He was puzzled, though he didn’t try to stop her much.

Wen Jin said, “Aunt is getting old. I should go back and keep her company. I’ve been causing trouble for you all these years.”

The old master sighed deeply again, his eyes full of weariness, yet he looked like a loving elder.

“You’re grown now; I can’t keep you here. I’ll have the butler prepare some things for you to take back. If you suffer any grievances over there, remember to tell your grandfather.”

Wen Jin lowered her lashes. After all these years at the Sheng household, she could detect the faint relief in the old master’s tone.

Clearly, Wen Jin’s departure was a weight off his mind.

At that moment, a noise came from the doorway: Sheng Yang had returned.

He was accompanied by Wen You.

Wen Jin hesitated, realizing the old master had probably called her back to talk about Sheng Yang and Wen You.

Since she knew the situation all too well, she simply said, “Grandfather Sheng, I have some work left at the company. I must go back and handle it, so I can’t have dinner with you tonight.”

Before the old master could respond, Sheng Yang sneered, “You’re just an intern, but you seem very busy.”

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Wen Jin replied softly, “The studio has many orders lately; everyone’s working overtime.”

This wasn’t a lie. New Moon’s reputation was well-known, and it rarely had downtime throughout the year.

Sheng Yang’s gaze landed openly on her. “Are you trying to tattle on me to Grandfather, saying I gave you more work?”

The old master frowned, unaware of the situation.

Just as he was about to reprimand Sheng Yang, Wen You smiled sweetly and linked her arm with his.

“Grandfather, Wen Jin works at New Moon Design Studio. Sheng Yang wanted to train her a bit, so he had her help design our wedding.”

The old master’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Wen Jin. “Xiao Jin, is that true?”

What else could Wen Jin do but nod? She had no intention of telling Sheng Yang that she had already resigned from New Moon.

He would find out eventually; there was no need to add trouble now.

Perhaps because she appeared so obedient and calm, Sheng Yang’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, as if probing.

Wen Jin lowered her lashes, pretending not to notice.

Wearing a respectful and considerate smile, she said to the old master, “Grandfather Sheng, I’ll leave now and come see you again later.”

The old master looked at her, his timeworn eyes filled with reluctance.

“Xiao Jin, if you have anything, you must tell Grandfather. Grandfather worries—” about you going back to Yang City alone.

But he didn’t finish before Sheng Yang interrupted.

Sheng Yang had just returned from the company, dressed in a sharply tailored suit that should have made him serious and somber.

Yet he deliberately unbuttoned his collar, adding a roguish charm that diluted the solemnity. His finely shaped brows showed no emotion as he glanced over Wen Jin again.

With a magnetic voice, he casually said, “Why do you worry so much about her? What could possibly happen to her?”

His tone carried a hint of contempt.

Wen Jin no longer wished to stay. She said goodbye to the old master and left directly.

Sheng Yang watched her retreating figure, a barely noticeable emotion flickering in his eyes.

His phone chimed with a message from New Moon.

He glanced at the participant list, seeing Wen Jin’s name.

A trace of emotion flashed in his eyes but was quickly masked by indifference.

Wen Jin was, after all, still obedient.