Chapter 58 Bringing Him Home

Jiang Yuan’s words caused a brief silence in the office.

It took a while before Sheng Yang lifted his eyelids. "The collaboration between Lingyue and Ms. Jiang should be strictly limited to the apparel department."

This meant that Wen Jin’s matters had nothing to do with her.

Wen Jin understood Sheng Yang’s implication, though she didn’t say anything.

Jiang Yuan herself was already an internationally renowned designer. Even when collaborating with a conglomerate like Lingyue, it was Lingyue that had to actively court her.

"I simply felt that Miss Wen looked well-behaved and sensible, so President Sheng might have wronged her."

"However—"

Her tone shifted smoothly. "No matter what, this is your affair, and I truly have no right to meddle."

She maintained the appearance of someone who was merely expressing casual concern without any intention of prying. This only served to further solidify her image of a devoted, caring mother figure.

Sheng Yang and Jiang Yuan genuinely had work matters to discuss.

Wen Jin listened from the side. While she didn't quite grasp the intricacies of fashion design, she could understand some of the market trends. Listening to their back-and-forth analysis, she even found it rather interesting.

Until the business discussion concluded.

Jiang Yuan stood up to take her leave. With a smile, she said, "I should have invited President Sheng to lunch, but it seems President Sheng already has other arrangements."

Her gaze drifted toward the lunchbox resting on the desk across the room.

Sheng Yang’s expression remained unchanged. "I won't keep Ms. Jiang any longer."

Jiang Yuan left directly, not uttering another single word to Wen Jin. She seemed to have completely forgotten that she originally had a lunch appointment with Wen Jin for today.

Once Jiang Yuan stepped out, Wen Jin made a move to follow.

Just as she reached the door, Sheng Yang’s measured voice sounded behind her: "Wen Jin."

Wen Jin paused, looking back at him with an indifferent expression.

With a certain distance separating them, all the thoughts hidden in the depths of Sheng Yang's eyes were completely obscured. After a long moment, he tossed his pen aside onto the desk.

Fixating his gaze on Wen Jin, he said, "This is the last time."

"Since you want to enjoy the benefits of the Sheng family, you should at least show some self-awareness."

"Wanting to have your cake and eat it too, trying to play the virgin while building a arch—it's pathetic."

It took a while for Wen Jin to process what Sheng Yang meant.

He was using the incident involving Lin Wanwan to warn her. Her only way out was to obediently follow his orders.

When all was said and done, everything Wen Jin had done over this period still meant nothing in Sheng Yang's eyes. He still believed she was merely testing him and throwing a tantrum. Nothing more.

Wen Jin’s grip on the doorknob tightened.

She immediately retorted, "I don't need the benefits of the Sheng family, nor do I need yours."

Right now, what she wanted most was to leave the Sheng family far behind and reunite safely with her family.

-

As soon as Wen Jin stepped out of the office, she was pulled aside by Manager Yao.

His face was livid. "If you mess up this collaboration, even if I have to force you to your knees in front of President Sheng, I won't let you off easily."

Wen Jin looked exhausted. "Secretary Chen will contact you later to negotiate the signing of the contract. Lingyue has no more revisions to make."

Manager Yao’s eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"Lingyue has agreed to the contract."

Dropping just those words, Wen Jin walked directly toward the elevators.

Manager Yao was pleasantly surprised for a moment before processing the implication. Back in President Sheng's office just now, Wen Jin had seemed remarkably familiar with everyone there. Not to mention Jiang Yuan...

He quickly hurried after Wen Jin to pry for details. However, Wen Jin looked completely detached and didn't answer a single question.

Manager Yao had no choice but to shut his mouth.

Yet, as soon as they descended to the ground floor, his phone rang.

It was a call from Jiang Yuan.

Wen Jin glanced at the screen, easily guessing what Jiang Yuan would say. Even so, she couldn't help answering it.

Just as expected—

Jiang Yuan’s voice was soft. "I'm sorry, Xiao Jin. The reason I spoke like that earlier was because there were outsiders present."

Wen Jin took a deep breath. "Actually, I am an outsider too, so you don't need to call me whenever it suits you."

Jiang Yuan sighed. "Xiao Jin, you know the nature of my work. I couldn't help it."

-

The signing of the contract between Lingyue and Xingchen took place the very next day.

Wen Jin accompanied Manager Yao there once again. Before heading upstairs, she ran into Lin Wanwan.

Upon seeing Wen Jin, Lin Wanwan’s expression twisted into an ugly scowl, though she couldn't help letting out a cold snort.

"Don't think that because Jiang Yuan let you stay yesterday it means she thinks highly of you. I advise you not to harbor any wild ambitions."

"If Jiang Yuan is going to take in an adopted daughter, it will never be your turn. She has already met with Wen You."

"And Sheng Yang was the one who set it up, you know."

Ignoring her entirely, Wen Jin proceeded straight to the president's office.

Today's proceedings went smoothly, and Sheng Yang offered no unusual reactions. However, as Chen Jin was seeing Wen Jin off, he lowered his voice and said, "President Sheng hasn't been feeling well."

Wen Jin replied, "I am not a doctor."

Chen Jin offered a bitter smile. "I just wanted to let you know. Actually, President Sheng had wanted to have lunch with you yesterday."

Wen Jin’s footsteps paused for only a fraction of a second.

Then, looking ahead at Manager Yao, who had stepped out first while answering a phone call, she asked, "The contract has been signed. When are we heading back to Yangcheng?"

She acted completely as if she hadn't heard a single word Chen Jin had said.

Having successfully completed the work, Manager Yao was in high spirits. "We'll head back the day after tomorrow. You can take tomorrow off to rest."

Wen Jin nodded. That matched her estimated timeline.

That very day, she went straight back to Qiaoqiao’s place to pack her things.

As for her registration in the Sheng family household registry—since the old master had already given his word, she only needed to wait until after Sheng Yang got married to come back and handle it.

Yet, she never expected that Sheng Yang would suddenly call her that night.

When Wen Jin picked up, Zhao Yimo’s voice came through from the other end.

"Club Seven. Sheng Yang is drunk. Come pick him up."

Wen Jin found it absurd. Sheng Yang getting drunk had nothing to do with her. They should have called Wen You instead.

Without hesitation, she hung up.

The next second, however, the phone rang again.

Zhao Yimo clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Wen Jin, did you not hear a single word I just said?"

Wen Jin reminded him, "You should be calling Wen You."

"Wen You went abroad," Zhao Yimo stated bluntly. "Anyway, if you don't come pick him up, I'm calling Grandpa Sheng."

Feeling deeply helpless, Wen Jin had no other choice.

At one in the morning, she took a taxi to the club.

Following the private room number Zhao Yimo had provided, she pushed open the door.

The interior was quiet. Only Sheng Yang was sitting alone, slumped in a corner.

Frowning, Wen Jin walked over.

She reached out and gave Sheng Yang a gentle push. He slowly lifted his eyelids.

Wen Jin asked, "Where are Zhao Yimo and the others?"

"Too noisy. I sent them away."

Perhaps due to drinking on an empty stomach, Sheng Yang’s voice was exceptionally raspy. In the dim lighting, his light-colored eyes appeared profound and unfathomable.

Truth be told, Wen Jin had picked up a drunk Sheng Yang on several previous occasions. Every time, it had taken a tremendous amount of effort on her part.

But this time—

She sat down nearby, her voice clear and steady: "You should call Zhao Yimo and the others back. It's much more appropriate for them to take you home."

Sheng Yang’s body stiffened slightly.

He slowly turned his head to look at Wen Jin—