My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies-Chapter 107 - 88 Third Young Master’s Jealousy is Intense_2

Chapter 107 -88 Third Young Master’s Jealousy is Intense_2

Su Nian inwardly fumed, what does your declaration of independence have to do with you? What drama are you putting on today?

Seeing that he looked upset, Su Nian was deep in thought, but then he coldly ordered her to leave, “Out!”

Who knows which oblivious person stepped on this big shot’s tail today, Su Nian puffed her cheeks, not wanting to be a venting bag, she slinked out of the study.

She immediately went downstairs to flip the calendar, but the calendar didn’t mention any special day either?

Lying in bed, almost asleep, a thought suddenly struck her, and she immediately got up and turned on the computer to look up Shen Hanxiu’s information.

July 4th… Damn, it’s his birthday?!

It’s just a birthday, would it kill you to mention it? Stop with the aloof act!

While cursing to herself, Su Nian hesitated by the computer, her days were oppressive under his glowering, having to look at his sulky face affected her mood.

Looking at the clock, it wasn’t yet midnight, Su Nian put on slippers and knocked on the door of the side bedroom.

Not getting a response, she went straight in; the room was dark, but she could distinctly feel those eyes on her.

Approaching the bed, Su Nian said, “Happy Birthday!”

She thought he would be touched, but instead heard his lukewarm response, “Where’s my birthday gift?”

She had not thought before replying, “You lack nothing, and you know I’m tight on cash, so…”

Before she could finish, he coldly interrupted her, “You have money to buy gifts for other men, but none for your own husband?”

Su Nian was utterly confounded, it took her a long while to realize…

So, was the old man feeling jealous?

Thinking back to that incident, lying in bed alone during the cold night, Su Nian couldn’t help but smile.

She touched her forehead, his breath seemed faintly present.

That time, the makeup gift she gave him was that bottle of perfume; it wasn’t luxurious, yet he kept using it till now.

The second year it was a wristwatch, during their time together she noticed, he still wore the watch she’d given him, none of his previous luxury ones.

He kept it despite it not being as luxurious as his previous ones.

Was he intentionally showing that to her?

Another July 4th was approaching, his birthday was coming up again…

A week passed, and the two kids were on summer vacation.

Liang Yizhou was always at the company, Su Nian had to work, so she left the kids with Ziyan. The kids were adorable and pleasing, the shop employees liked to play with them, Su Zhen always greeted customers with a sweet smile, inviting them to buy flowers.

Su Nian worked at the company with peace of mind. Without Xue Qi, Wei Lan was in a great mood every day, but today, the usually nonchalant Wei Lan became a bit reserved, as if she had something on her mind.

“Lanlan, what’s wrong? Did you get dumped?”

“Sister Niannian, you’re making fun of me again! I haven’t even dated yet, and you’re cursing me with a breakup!”

“But you look like someone who just got dumped.”

Wei Lan hesitated, took out her phone, opened the texts, and showed them to Su Nian, “Sister Nian’nian, take a look for me, tell me what to do.”

Su Nian turned and saw that the text was actually from Yang Zichen.

Yang Zichen’s message was straight to the point: Want to come up and be an assistant? The salary is much higher than an accounting assistant.

Wei Lan said: But I don’t understand.

Yang Zichen: I can teach you.

Wei Lan did not respond, and Yang Zichen followed up with a message: Give me an answer tomorrow.

After reading, Su Nian turned with a teasing smile, looking at Wei Lan who blushed even more.

“Sister Niannian, what are you laughing at?”

In Su Nian’s impression, Yang Zichen was a man of few words, quiet and restrained; apart from female clients and female colleagues at work, there were hardly any other women around him, let alone such initiative in texting women.

“Lanlan, seems like your love life is blooming.”

Wei Lan promptly denied it, blushing, “Nonsense! Maybe after the layoffs they cut an assistant, and there happened to be a position, he knows me so he just casually asked.”

Su Nian didn’t tease her further, but she knew, if Yang Zichen wasn’t interested in her, why bother asking someone studying accounting to be a president assistant.

“So, what do you think? Do you want to go?”

“I… I want to increase my salary, but I don’t want to be separated from you, and being a president’s assistant requires learning much more than accounting!”

Su Nian consoled her, “What’s there to be afraid of? A special assistant will personally train you.”

Wei Lan, reddening even more at some thought, took a while to decide, “I think… I’d better not go. I’m so clumsy, and if I upset President Shen and get fired, it’d be over. With you, you won’t get angry even if I make a mistake.”

“That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Lanlan. Think about it carefully.” But Wei Lan made a point—given Shen Han’s unpredictable temper, if it were up to her, she wouldn’t want to work under his watchful eyes either.

“Mm, Sister Nian’nian, I’ll follow you!”

At noon, Su Nian wanted to take the two kids out for lunch, not eating at the company. Although Lanlan had agreed to go with her, she received a text from Yang Zichen at the end of work: See you at the restaurant, second floor.

Seeing the message, Su Nian replied with a smile, “You go, I’ll bring back something delicious for you.”

“Sister Niannian, stop laughing!” Already one to overthink, Su Nian kept putting on that profound smile.

The elevator stopped on the restaurant’s floor; Su Nian, still smiling, said, “Go on, I’ll be waiting for the good news!”

Wei Lan muttered as she left, “What good news…” It’s not as if she was going on a blind date.

Though she knew she was there for business, she couldn’t help but feel extremely nervous.

Upon reaching the second floor of the restaurant, she instantly saw Yang Zichen seated on the right.

Wei Lan approached with respectful greeting: “Special Assistant Yang.”

Yang Zichen pointed to the seat opposite him and said, “Have a seat.”

Sitting down awkwardly, he poured her a cup of tea and passed it over, Wei Lan hurriedly reached for it, “Thank you…”

Why didn’t she feel this awkward when he was at Su Nian’s home?

In her eyes, the expression on Yang Zichen’s face was calm, but only Yang Zichen himself knew that it was his own cluelessness.

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