Chapter 22

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Yan Xia stood up and tried not to exert any strength in her injured hand. She closed the first aid kit with difficulty and took out her phone to add the app.

Zhang Ying swiped her phone screen and said nonchalantly, “Director Yan, your life is so monotonous. Your WeChat Moments are almost blank. Don’t tell me Jiang Huai doesn’t usually take you out? Didn’t you two take a photo together?”

Yan Xia rolled her eyes at her. This woman was really rubbing it in.

Jiang Huai was extremely concerned about his own privacy and had never appeared on any social media platforms. He would never allow her to post anything related to him, let alone a photo together.

Zhang Ying supported her chin with her hand and leaned against the office table. “When I was in China, Jiang Huai would always take me out. I remember that he loved taking photos back then. Why haven’t I seen his photos when it comes to you?”

Every word struck the heart!

Yan Xia did not want to listen to her anymore. Zhang Ying was either too stupid or too scheming to say this in front of his current wife!

Seeing that Yan Xia was silent, Zhang Ying put down her phone and looked at her innocently. “Director Yan, why aren’t you saying anything? Speaking of which, we’re quite fated to be together~”

“Oh?” Yan Xia was curious about what fate she was talking about. Was she going to say that both of them were related to Jiang Huai?

“I was born in the summer, so my mom gave me a nickname, Xia Xia. What a coincidence!”

It was like a bolt from the blue. Yan Xia could not speak, not even smile.

“Xia Xia?” Yan Xia repeated.

“Yup.” Zhang Ying looked at Yan Xia’s dejected look and put away her phone in satisfaction. She put on her bag and stood up. “Alright, Director Yan, I won’t disturb you anymore. I just came back and have a lot of things to deal with. As for my work arrangements, please organize them into a Word document and send it to me~ Bye~”

Her tone was light, and she seemed to be in a good mood. She walked with a sweet wind, and her beige skirt moved up and down, making her look more like an elf in the forest.

Yan Xia waited until she was out of the office before she broke down.

She unconsciously sat on the chair that Zhang Ying had just sat on, and her whole body was there.

She could still clearly remember that night three years ago.

She was attending a banquet with Jiang Huai. She remembered that Zhang Ying was there too.

Zhang Ying stood by Jiang Huai’s side the entire time. As President Jiang’s secretary, she followed behind the two of them with a smile.

Jiang Huai was a very gentlemanly person. He disdained people taking advantage of women and discuss business the most, so he had been blocking drinking requests for her and Zhang Ying the entire time.

That night, it suddenly rained outside. The rain in summer was always heavy and heavy, so it was impossible to rush home after the party.

Before Jiang Huai completely lost consciousness, he booked rooms for the three of them upstairs.

Jiang Huai said to Yan Xia, “I’m not a good boss if I ask you to go back when the rain is too heavy. If you want to change your clothes, you can go to the mall next door and buy a new set. I’ll reimburse you.”

Yan Xia looked at the grand decorations of the five-star hotel and took the room card from Jiang Huai.

At that time, Zhang Ying said that she had something to do and had to go back to her room in advance before coming back later. Yan Xia thought that her makeup must have been a little smudged after a night, so she went back to touch up her makeup.

Out of concern for her boss, Yan Xia asked politely, “Do you need me to send you back to your room, President Jiang?”

Jiang Huai shook his head, his breath reeking of alcohol. “No need. I see that you haven’t eaten anything all night. Go and fill your stomach first. Don’t worry about me.”

At that time, Jiang Huai wasn’t so easily angered. He was considerate and gentlemanly, and was the dream lover of many people.

However, that day, when Yan Xia returned to her room after her meal and opened the door, a man threw himself at her. The strong smell of alcohol was pungent.

She wanted to push him away, but how could her strength compare to a drunk man’s?