Xin Xuanlai frowned and stepped forward decisively, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness. "Miss Xie, our Master Wen is temporarily unavailable. Perhaps you could wait here for a moment, and I will go in to ask Master Wen?"
"Didn't your meeting just finish today?" Xie Wanqing said with a smile. "As Chairman, Zhiyan shouldn't be that busy, especially since it's lunchtime now."
"That I don't know. However, the Chairman stated that anyone wishing to enter his office must first go through me. Only after Master Wen makes a decision can we employees carry out our tasks."
Xie Wanqing's polite smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Assistant Xin, you might not know this, but the food prepared inside was personally made by the Old Madam. She said Zhiyan was injured recently and needs good nourishment."
Xin Xuanlai shook his head. "No matter who it is, I must report to him first."
Xie Wanqing's delicate eyebrows furrowed. "With your personality, it's no wonder the Old Madam dislikes you."
"It doesn't matter. My boss is Master Wen."
Master Wen was also the one who paid his salary. In other words, if it weren't for the fact that the Old Madam was Master Wen's mother, neither the Old Madam nor Xie Wanqing would likely have been able to enter Wen's Group.
Xie Wanqing naturally understood the implication and could only back down. "Then please trouble Assistant Xin to go in and mention it."
"Certainly."
He entered the office.
"Sir, Miss Xie from the Xie family is here."
"What does she want?" Wen Zhiyan's chopsticks paused as he was about to pick up food.
Xin Xuanlai glanced cautiously at Fang Miaomiao.
"You don't need to look at me. Just say what you need to say directly."
"Miss Xie said she was acting on the Old Madam's orders to bring Master Wen food."
Wen Zhiyan scoffed. "When did the dignified Miss Xie start working as a food delivery person?"
"Sir, I was very direct in saying you didn't need the food, but she acted as if she didn't hear me. I had no choice but to ask you for your decision."
Although he knew the Old Madam had little power and was disliked, she was still the Old Madam of Wen's Group, Master Wen's mother. If he were to hear the Old Madam's name and forcefully ask Xie Wanqing to leave, the Old Madam's anger would be directed at him next time.
"Miaomiao, Xie Wanqing and I truly have no relationship," Wen Zhiyan said, thinking of something and immediately playing the victim. "It's just that my mother is very fond of that person."
His mother had always disliked him, even going against him. Whatever he liked, she would tell him in a dismissive tone that it was not good. Whatever he disliked, his mother would place it right in front of him. It could be said that if the original Fang Miaomiao hadn't had the favor of saving his father, his mother would absolutely never have allowed the original Fang Miaomiao to marry him.
"Of course I know you don't like Xie Wanqing. I'm just curious why the Old Madam suddenly sent Xie Wanqing to deliver food this time."
Fang Miaomiao felt as if she were missing some plot point, but sometimes it was just inexplicable. When you try very hard to recall something, it acts like a rebellious child, stubbornly resisting and making it impossible for you to remember.
"Then, does Miaomiao mean?"
"Let her in."
"Miaomiao, don't worry. I won't eat a single bite of the food she brought."
"Dad is amazing." Wen Yan'an gave a thumbs-up.
Xin Xuanlai opened the office door and let Xie Wanqing in.
"Brother Zhiyan."
Xie Wanqing's expression changed slightly as she looked at the food on the coffee table. "Zhiyan, your body just recovered, how can you eat such heavy-flavored dishes?"
In front of Xie Wanqing, Fang Miaomiao provocatively popped the last bite of mao xue wang into Wen Zhiyan's mouth.
"Miaomiao, what are you doing?" Xie Wanqing's eyes showed a hint of disdain as she watched this scene. "How can you use your own chopsticks to serve Zhiyan? Don't you know that serving others with your used chopsticks is unhygienic and impolite?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Fang Miaomiao didn't miss the disdain in Xie Wanqing's eyes. "I'm just an uncultured, vulgar person. Compared to Miss Xie, I'm really nothing."
"Zhiyan, I didn't mean that." Xie Wanqing panicked and quickly looked at Wen Zhiyan, whose expression had turned somewhat displeased, and explained, "Zhiyan, you must not misunderstand. I just... I haven't quite adapted yet."
"You don't need to adapt. This is between Miaomiao and me. Miss Xie, please tell me what you came here for." Wen Zhiyan served a chopstick of the same dish into Fang Miaomiao's bowl.
"Dad, I want some too."
Wen Zhiyan continued to serve.
Watching the harmonious scene where no one could intervene, Xie Wanqing's expression changed several times before she once again put on a standard smile. "The Old Madam Wen said that Zhiyan, you were in a car accident recently and need to nourish your body, so she specially asked the kitchen to prepare nourishing food and sent me to deliver it to you."
"No need. We've already eaten."
"But this is the Old Madam's instruction."
"Since when do the Xie family members need to listen to the Wen family's orders?"
The smile on Xie Wanqing's face could no longer be maintained. "Zhiyan, you've misunderstood. I was just delivering food for you incidentally."
"In that case, I'll thank Miss Xie on behalf of my husband for her trouble in delivering this meal," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile, then stood up as if to take the insulated lunch box from Xie Wanqing.
"What do you want to do?"
Fang Miaomiao chuckled. "Since it's food, it's definitely meant to be eaten. Why is Miss Xie holding the insulated lunch box so tightly? Aren't you afraid I'll do something to you?"
"I, I didn't mean that." Xie Wanqing reluctantly handed the insulated lunch box to Fang Miaomiao.
She opened it.
What greeted her eyes was a broken bone.
Fang Miaomiao's expression instantly turned cold, and she closed the lid of the insulated lunch box.
"What are you doing again?"
"Suddenly I don't feel hungry anymore. I'll save it for when I'm hungry later."
Although Fang Miaomiao closed the lid very quickly, Wen Zhiyan, sitting opposite her, still saw it. He smiled and said to Fang Miaomiao, "Miaomiao isn't hungry now, so eat it later."
"Zhiyan, wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Xie Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wen Zhiyan with a seemingly concerned expression. "This is the Old Madam's kind thought, after all. Moreover, if this food gets cold, it won't taste as good."
"Miss Xie, I don't think our relationship is close enough for you to call me Zhiyan."
Xie Wanqing's face turned pale, and her body trembled slightly. "Zhiyan, I apologize. I spoke too much just now. This is between you and the Old Madam, and I shouldn't have interfered so much. I was just helping the Old Madam with a small favor. As for how to deal with this, that's your matter, Zhiyan."
"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. You and your family enjoy your meal."
With that, Xie Wanqing turned and left without looking back.
This left Fang Miaomiao, who was prepared for an epic battle, stunned. Why did this person flee without a fight?
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