Chapter 6: Don’t Let Things Get Too Unfair

Only silence remained in the office for a long moment before Wen Jin’s voice was heard, “It’s truly not worth it.”
But she had no choice.
After living with the Sheng family for so many years, Wen Jin was fully aware of the rules of the game among the wealthy.
Whether it was Sheng Yang, the patriarch, or even Wen You, they all had their ways to make her leave.
She knew better than anyone else.
Moreover, her father was still in prison.
Seeing that Wen Jin was unwilling to say more, Sister Shuang didn’t press further.
She simply handed her a brochure. “The New Moon Studio is also setting up a branch in Yangcheng. If you’re interested, you could give it a try.”
Stepping out of Sister Shuang’s office, Wen Jin lowered her gaze to the brochure in her hand.
Even Sister Shuang had forgotten that Wen Jin’s university major was civil engineering, which didn’t exactly fit the New Moon Studio’s focus.
The only reason she had applied to New Moon initially was because of Sheng Yang.
Because of one sentence from him—he wanted Wen Jin to help plan his wedding.
She had given up her beloved major and earnestly studied wedding planning for a long time.
But now—
Wen Jin took a deep breath; fortunately, it wasn’t too late.
As an intern, Wen Jin’s tasks were few, mostly trivial matters that she could finish handing over by the afternoon.
When work ended, her aunt called, reminding Wen Jin to send a resume to a company in Yangcheng.
That company was related to engineering, perfectly matching her major.
Her aunt had opposed Wen Jin joining New Moon at the start, but Wen Jin hadn’t listened.
Wen Jin replied softly, “I’ll prepare it as soon as I get home.”
Just as she finished speaking, a shadow fell over her, followed by Sheng Yang’s voice: “Wen Jin.”
Her words stopped abruptly, and she carefully adjusted her tone: “I’ll send you the materials when they’re ready. I have something to attend to now; I’ll call you tonight.”
Her attitude was strictly businesslike, feigning professionalism.
Sheng Yang raised an eyebrow. “Who was that on the phone?”
“A client,” Wen Jin answered calmly, slipping her phone quietly back into her bag.
Her lowered eyelids concealed the anxiety and heaviness beneath.
Sheng Yang keenly noticed the subtle change but didn’t dwell on it.
He still believed Wen Jin was merely upset about the engagement party.
However, he was somewhat surprised.
The engagement party for himself and Wen You had actually been designed by Wen Jin.
No wonder every detail in the private room had been tailored to his tastes.
Thinking this over, Sheng Yang felt it wouldn’t hurt to appease Wen Jin a little.
He didn’t want her to feel too wronged.
He reached out to take her bag. “Weren’t you planning to try that Japanese restaurant? I happen to have time now.”
It took Wen Jin a moment to realize what Sheng Yang meant by the Japanese restaurant.
It was the place she had mentioned to him before when she was happy about handling a project alone and wanted to celebrate.
But Sheng Yang hadn’t replied to that message at the time.
Later, she brought it up again in front of him, and he refused, saying it was a waste of time.
Wen Jin’s gaze drifted to Sheng Yang’s phone, where her chat window was still open. Now she understood his meaning perfectly.
A slap followed by a sweet treat.
That was always how it went. No matter how angry Wen Jin got,
She would forgive him at the slightest show of goodwill.
Even if that goodwill was perfunctory, Wen Jin never minded.
So Sheng Yang never had to spend much effort on her.
Yet now, Wen Jin felt weary.
She stepped back, avoiding his reach. “I don’t have time. I have a lot to do this afternoon.”
Almost immediately, a frown deepened between Sheng Yang’s brows.
He disliked being rejected by Wen Jin.
His gaze locked tightly on her. He spoke deliberately, “Wen Jin, being so stubborn isn’t good.”
Wen Jin paused, then lifted her eyes to meet his.
He still thought she was just sulking over Wen You’s matter.
She didn’t want to explain anymore.
She was about to leave,
But at that moment, Sister Shuang and some colleagues came down.
Wen Jin didn’t want them to see her with Sheng Yang.
So she said, “That restaurant’s a bit far. If we go now, we should still make it.”
However, Sheng Yang didn’t move. He looked toward Sister Shuang’s approaching group.
He sneered softly, “What are you hiding?”
After eight years under his watch, Sheng Yang knew Wen Jin inside and out.
For example, at this moment, Wen Jin was feeling guilty.
She didn’t want to interact with her colleagues in front of him.
Seeing the color fade from her face,
Sheng Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Still not going to tell me the truth?”
Wen Jin’s palms clenched tighter and tighter.
She bit her lip and glanced sideways:
“Sheng Yang, have you forgotten why you came to New Moon Design Studio? It was for your wedding with Wen You.”
“So, which kind of relationship between us do you want my colleagues to know about?”
“The three-year-long secret underground romance? Or that I’m the third party between you and Wen You?”
Neither identity was presentable, and both were enough to embarrass Wen Jin deeply.
Her eyes were clear and bright, yet stubborn.
Sheng Yang looked at her, his gaze darkening, then he scoffed, “So what if it’s discovered? At worst, you resign and stay home; that’ll save us both some trouble.”
Wen Jin didn’t want to argue about trouble with Sheng Yang. She turned to walk away.
Her palms remained tightly clenched.
Yet Sheng Yang seemed amused by her demeanor.
He leisurely followed after her. “Why get angry? I’m not wrong. This job of yours isn’t really useful anyway.”
“What kind of job is useful then? A dancer?”
Wen You’s current job was as a stage actor. Wen Jin’s words had barely left her mouth when Sheng Yang stopped opening the car door.
He turned around, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at Wen Jin. “Do you think you have what it takes to compare with Wen You?”
Wen Jin closed her eyes briefly, then reached for the back door, only to have Sheng Yang grab her wrist.
His expression was stern. “If you want me as your driver, you better prove you can handle it.”
His warning carried many meanings.
And it reminded Wen Jin not to forget her place.
The ride to the restaurant was silent.
Wen Jin pressed her lips tightly, bowing her head to stare blankly at her phone.
The screen showed the message she had just sent to Sister Shuang, asking her not to reveal her resignation to Sheng Yang.
She didn’t want to bring trouble to New Moon Studio.
Sister Shuang hadn’t replied yet.
Wen Jin’s heart sank heavily; she knew her request was somewhat excessive.
But thinking of Sheng Yang’s current attitude, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy inside.
During the drive, one of Sheng Yang’s friends called, inviting him to dinner.
Sheng Yang glanced at Wen Jin, his voice flat. “No time. Feeding the cat.”
“When did you get a cat?”
As if on purpose.
Sheng Yang connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth, casting a sidelong glance at Wen Jin. “Picked up a stray before. It’s sulking. Needs some coaxing.”