False Poor and Real Boss

Yan Fei turned his head and saw Xie Zhihan, who had changed into a red dress, holding the groom's arm, looking at them with a smile.

It turned out that it was the toasting session, and the two of them happened to transfer to this table.

"Come on, let me toast you with my husband."

Seeing Xie Zhihan raise his wine glass, Yan Fei smiled embarrassedly.

"It should be me and Xin Rongjing. I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

After speaking, he secretly pulled Xin Rong's arm.The latter understood and stood up holding the wine glass.

"wish you a happy wedding."

Xin Rong's tone was sincere.

Xie Zhihan clinked glasses with him and smiled.

"I also wish you a happy relationship!"

Xie Zhihan and his wife finished toasting the wine at one table and moved on to the next table.

Before leaving, she slipped a note to Yan Fei and asked him to meet him at a nearby coffee shop after the wedding banquet.

This is completely different from Yan Fei's previous expectation. He thought that Xie Zhihan would feel a little bit emotional when he saw Xin Rong.Unexpectedly, when they met, they acted casually like ordinary friends, which seemed ridiculous to his worries.

Now, Xie Zhihan asked him out in private again.Could it be that she still couldn't let go of Xin Rong in her heart, and wanted to get news about Xin Rong from herself?

When Yan Fei had a lot of guesses in his mind, someone patted his shoulder suddenly.

"One of the directors of the company is sick and hospitalized. I'm going to have a look later."

Holding the phone in his hand, Xin Rong looked at him apologetically, "How about I take you back first?"

"No need."

Yan Fei was worried that he didn't have time to meet Xie Zhihan, and when he heard that Xin Rong was leaving, he immediately nodded generously: "I'll just take a taxi and go back. You should go see the director first."

"Okay. What's the matter, call me."

"Uh-huh."

Seeing that Xin Rong was about to leave, Yan Fei remembered that he hadn't even had a bite of food, so he quickly grabbed his sleeve.

"Eat something more, don't be in a hurry."

Xin Rong shook her head: "I have no appetite. Forget it."

"Shall we have dinner together that night?" Yan Fei looked at him expectantly.

"Well, let's see when the time comes."

Xin Rong's tone was a little absent-minded.

Yan Fei probably guessed the reason, so he didn't expose him, but just straightened his collar thoughtfully.

"I'll be home by then, I'll call you."

"it is good."

Xin Rong left, and Yan Fei didn't feel like sitting there alone eating, so he left early and went to read a book at the coffee shop that he had made an appointment with Xie Zhihan.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xie Zhihan arrived as scheduled.

"Miss Fei, we meet again."

Xie Zhihan sat down across the round table.She changed into a light pink long dress, the bridal makeup on her face was still on, her face was delicate and gorgeous.

Yan Fei closed the book and smiled at her.

"Miss Xie is beautiful today."

"It's not as good as Miss Fei." Xie Zhihan ordered a cup of coffee, casually leaned back in the chair, and exhaled.

"Is Miss Xie tired?" Yan Fei asked with concern.

"We have to worry about everything big and small at the wedding, are you tired?" Xie Zhihan pressed his forehead, his tone helpless: "I really envy my husband, as long as he attends the wedding on time, he doesn't have to worry about other things."

Yan Fei chuckled.

"That's because your husband trusts you, so you can take care of everything with confidence."

"Maybe." Xie Zhihan shrugged, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

"I don't know if Miss Xie came to me. What do you want to talk about?" Yan Fei didn't want to keep smoothing things like this, and asked straight to the point.

Xie Zhihan was stunned for half a second, then smiled and said, "Miss Fei is so smart, she should be able to guess why I'm looking for you."

Yan Fei raised his eyebrows.

"Is it related to Xin Rong?"

Xie Zhihan did not deny it.

"I don't think Miss Xie is someone who would break ties with her ex."

Hearing Yan Fei's words, Xie Zhihan chuckled.

"Don't worry, it's not that I can't forget Xin Rong." She took a sip of the coffee in her cup, looked at Yan Fei, and said sincerely, "It's just that he's been alone since I broke up with him. I'm a little worried, After all, I was the one who broke up first."

"So you are worried about the psychological shadow caused to Xin Rong?"

"I did think so before." Xie Zhihan nodded the rim of the mug: "But seeing you today, I realized that I was overthinking."

Yan Fei laughed "heh".

"I used to think about what it would be like for a person like Xin Rong to like someone. I can't imagine him falling in love. He is always so calm, restrained, and always puts business first. As a man , he is indeed very successful, but as a boyfriend, he is completely unqualified."

Yan Fei's expression changed, but he didn't speak.

"Miss Fei must have felt it too, right?"

Xie Zhihan stared at the pattern on the coffee cup, and said in a calm tone, "I told Miss Fei today that I didn't want you to quit. I just wanted to remind Miss Fei that if you don't have enough patience and perseverance, Xin Rong is wasting time."

"How does Miss Xie know that I'm impatient?" Yan Fei chuckled, her tone full of determination and confidence: "Besides, Xin Rong and I have just started, and we still have a long way to go."

"I appreciate your confidence." Xie Zhihan said with gentle eyes, "It's just that I don't want to see you guys break up in the end. After all... I have hurt Xin Rong once..."

Yan Fei seemed to suddenly understand something.

"May I ask, to what extent did you talk with Xin Rong at that time?"

I don't know what to recall, Xie Zhihan's eyes flashed a trace of guilt.She lowered her long eyelashes and said softly: "On the day he planned to propose to me, I broke up with him."

"I only found out from Xin Mi later that he wanted to propose to me that day...but it was too late. I never had a chance to apologize, and he never mentioned that matter."

It turned out that Xin Rong almost proposed to Xie Zhihan... Yan Fei couldn't tell what was going on in her heart for a while, there was sourness, jealousy, and more happiness.

"In fact, Xin Rong was very unhappy when he was a child. His parents divorced very early, and his father later married another and formed a new family. I heard from Xin Mi that when she was young, no one took care of her, and her brother took care of her. she……"

After coming out of the cafe, the words Xie Zhihan said were still echoing in Yan Fei's mind.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to see Xin Rong.

He stood under the bus stop sign and called Xin Rong.

"What's the matter?" The other end quickly picked it up.

"Have you finished visiting the sick?"

Xin Rong glanced at the consulting room that was close at hand, and said calmly, "I just arrived, I have to stay for a while."

"Oh." Yan Fei kicked the stones under his feet, accidentally exerted too much force on the wound on his right foot, and gasped for air.

"what happened?"

"I just accidentally kicked my right foot." His tone was pitiful.

"Your foot injury is not healed yet, be careful."

"Yeah." Hearing his concerned words, Yan Fei felt sweet in his heart.

"Is it okay to come back for dinner after you finish your work? I'll make pasta for you."

"There doesn't seem to be any pasta ingredients in the refrigerator." Xin Rong's consideration was very realistic.

"It's fine if I go and buy it." Yan Fei curled her lips: "Do you not trust my craftsmanship?"

"No."

"That's fine." Yan Fei said decisively: "That's it, I'll wait for you at home later. If you don't come back, I won't eat."

"alright."

Xin Rong's tone was reluctant.

After hanging up the phone, he exhaled and pushed open the door of the consulting room in front of him.

**

"How is Mr. Xin recently?"

"Well, it's okay..."

Zhou Yan carefully observed Xin Rong's expression, and smiled knowingly: "Did Mr. Xin meet any interesting people or things?"

Xin Rong was a bit embarrassed by his disillusionment.

"Meet someone very interesting." Xin Rong scratched her hair, her tone slightly distressed: "He is much younger than me, so sometimes he has some bold ideas, which make me a little..."

"Can't stand it?" Zhou Yan chuckled.

Xin Rong gave an embarrassing "hmm".

"What is the approximate age of that person?"

"In your early twenties."

"Not much younger than Mr. Xin."

"I'm over 30." Xin Rong said in a self-deprecating tone, "It's different from those young people in their early twenties."

"I'm in my thirties." Zhou Yan blinked, and his tone was teasing, "I often stay with young people in their teens and twenties, and they all say that my mentality is younger than theirs. So, age It doesn't matter. Especially for men."

Xin Rong smiled, but didn't speak.

After the routine greetings were over, the two began to talk about the topics they hadn't finished talking about last time.

"Mr. Xin said last time that the first time he committed suicide was probably when he was in junior high school?"

"Ah."

"What about the frequency? Boys in adolescence seem to be more frequent, right?"

Although it was not the first time this topic was mentioned, Xin Rong's face was still flushed.

"I...at that time...about once or twice a week. After that...very few."

"There will be very few after that?" Zhou Yan was puzzled, and asked patiently: "Did something happen in the middle?"

Xin Rong remembered something, and her face turned pale.

Zhou Yan didn't speak, and waited quietly for him to speak.

"One time, my dad came home suddenly. The door was unlocked at the time, and he happened to see it...he walked in and whipped me with a belt."

A trace of shock flashed across Zhou Yan's eyes.

"After that... I didn't dare to do that kind of thing anymore. Later, when I went to high school, I was under a lot of academic pressure, and I didn't have that kind of thought. Then I went to study abroad, went to graduate school, and became even busier. Sometimes I suddenly thought that I might do it once. .”

"Then when Mr. Xin fell in love, he didn't have a girlfriend...?"

Xin Rong shook his head: "At that time, it happened to be an important project in the company, and I was very busy, and I had very little time to spend with my girlfriend. I originally thought that after I got married...but then—" He laughed at himself: " You know it too."

Zhou Yan nodded slowly.

"May I ask, what did your father say at that time?" He found that when Xin Rong talked about that incident, he quickly mentioned it.He intuited that there were important details to dig out.

"Can I not say it?" Xin Rong had a conflicted expression.

Zhou Yan didn't force him, he nodded and said, "Sorry, I was too impatient."

"It's okay. Or next time, we can try another method."

"Okay." The time was almost up, Zhou Yan put away the record board: "Let's make an appointment for the next meeting."

**

It was past four o'clock when I came out of the consultation room.Drive back to the villa and arrive at about five o'clock.

Xin Rong took out her phone, and there were three unread messages in it, all from Yan Fei.

——Mr. Xin, I bought the ingredients and I’m home.

——Boss Xin, I'm starting to prepare dinner.

——Mr. Xin, I'm so hungry, when are you coming back?

Xin Rong didn't reply, just got into the driver's seat and started the car quickly.

The evening of the weekend is the peak time for returning to the city.There were two accidental car accidents on the elevated road, and the traffic jam lasted for more than half an hour. Therefore, it was past six o'clock when Xin Rong returned to the villa.

Not to mention Yan Fei, he was already very hungry.

As soon as he entered the porch, he smelled a strong fragrance.

The smell came from the kitchen, and the lights inside were on. Xin Rong walked in and saw Yan Fei, who had changed into home clothes, standing in front of the stove, carefully stirring something in the pot.

"doing what?"

His voice suddenly sounded, startling Yan Fei.After the shock, comes the surprise.

"When did you come back?"

"Just arrived."

"Is that director seriously ill? After so long?" Yan Fei looked at him carefully.

Xin Rong let out a "huh".

"Are you hungry?"

Yan Fei laughed heartily when he saw him staring at the tomato sauce in the pot.

"It's okay." Xin Rong's Adam's apple twitched, and he walked towards the living room calmly.

Yan Fei took his arm.

"Come on, try it."