Wants to be serious with her

  "What's wrong with you?" Mo Wenyang, driving his newly purchased 100,000 yuan Dongfeng Fengshen sedan, looked refreshed and carefree, combing his hair with one hand and smiling wryly as he said to Jiang Yan, "This broken-down shack is what you wanted to live in yourself, don't blame others for your own misfortunes."

  "I'm not angry that people think I'm a poor household." Jiang Yan Ying's robust body, somewhat lazily lying on the wheelchair, his hands crossed behind his head, the slightly hooked corners of his mouth were full of boyish mischief. However, thinking of Xu Yu E's angry face, his straight eyebrows furrowed into a small knot, and his mischievous mouth flattened out as he said: "And you, after staying in the Wen household for so long, which girl haven't you taken a liking to?"

  "The only one who caught your eye, wasn't it the one you grabbed first?" Mo Wenyang raised an eyebrow, knowing that the Wen family members had all gone to the balcony to witness this secret meeting between a man and a woman. Unfortunately, he didn't get to see it himself, so now was a good time to ask the person involved.

  The car just passed by a street lamp, and in front of him, with the flash of light, Wen Cang's small white face appeared, like a warm little lamp swaying in front of him. Jiang Yan's heart was warm and fuzzy, suddenly filled with a sense of homey warmth.

  Mo Wenyang saw that he was completely distracted and couldn't help but pucker up his mouth to whistle: "Hey, you really have a crush on her?"

  Jiang Yan was taken aback by these words, and his eyebrows furrowed even more. Indeed, Wen Man was a good girl with a kind personality and a gentle heart; but her family members were truly extreme, Jiang Yan had entered society for many years and seen many people, but he had never seen anyone as extreme as the Wen family's money-worshipping ways, even Goldratt would have to admit defeat. Therefore, any normal man wouldn't think of having contact with the Wen family's daughters.

  Mo Wenyang seemed to have guessed his thoughts, looking at the road conditions ahead and said casually: "It doesn't look like a high-level intellectual family that my dad told me about. Maybe Wen Shirong and his wife and daughter are more like it, but other elders, at first glance, all look very vulgar. As for those girls, they actually look pretty good."

  "As soon as they heard I was a fallen noble, they all ran away." Jiang Yan didn't want to make excuses for the Wen family and coldly stated the fact.

  Mo Wenyang looked at him with obvious disgust towards the Wen family, helplessly shrugging and frowning: "Alright, buddies, let's just consider this trip as a fun outing. In this vast world, there's nothing strange that doesn't exist, all kinds of people are out there, just take it as watching the excitement and novelty."

  "It's also, not coming out this time, can't see the kind of people in the world like Wen Jia." Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and hooked up the corner of his mouth with a playful smile. Except for the depression, tonight being invited to dinner and almost starving, it was really a strange and wonderful experience. Moreover, it was precisely because of this extreme product of the Wen family that he discovered such a strange woman as Wen Man. Thinking back to that bowl of instant noodles, he licked his mouth, as if savoring not the delicious instant noodles, but the taste of Wen Man. That night, Wen Man kept flashing before his eyes, almost occupying his dreams for the whole night.

  "The Wedding Night"

  Wen Man went to the company on the second day and talked to Chun Xia about last night's blind date dinner, also rubbing her belly and saying: "Almost starved to death."

  "Who told you not to go eat Japanese sushi with me?" Chūxià raised an eyebrow, not planning to sympathize with her. "How about it, did your stomach sacrifice and spot a handsome guy?"

  "He's a handsome guy." Wen Man thought about the broken-down house from last night, and let out a sigh between her lips, "Unfortunately, he's penniless."

  "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, as long as you have a car and a house." In early summer, she analyzed for her best friend that now the RMB is depreciating, buying a house is the best way to preserve value.

  "He doesn't even have a house or a car, and our family looks down on him." Wen Man sighed deeply. This sigh wasn't about being poor and having no money, but rather that this poor man could be so arrogant.

  Three poor people. Early summer sighed deeply, with her hand on her best friend's shoulder: "Manman, listen to me, this man who has nothing, marrying him is really not okay."

  "What are you talking about? I didn't even like him." Wen Man said, moving her hands away and tying an apron to enter the mounting room.

  On the same afternoon, Jiang Yan found out which company Wen Man was working for and urged Mo Wenyang to take him there.

  Mo Wenyang was surrounded by a group of people last night and didn't have time to take a glance at Wen Man. He had been curious about what this woman, who had captured Jiang Dashao's heart, looked like for a long time. He agreed with Jiang Yan and hastily drove to the company where Wen Man worked. At the entrance, he met Chun Xia, who was running out with documents in her arms, and after identifying himself, he asked about Wen Man's whereabouts.

  Early summer saw the two of them dressed up and driving a small sedan, "hmm" for a moment: wasn't Mianmian saying they were a poor household? Could it be that this isn't the handsome guy Wen Mian mentioned last night?

  "Isn't Wen Man working here?" Mo Wenyang looked at her and couldn't help but feel puzzled as she remained silent.

  At this time, Jiang Yanmu caught sight of Jia Ren's figure and threw down his buddy Mo Wenyang, walking straight to the other side of the office building corridor.

  Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office building, a slender and delicate figure was leaning on the desk, motionless like a sculpture under the fluorescent lights, with tiny beads of sweat already forming on the tip of her small nose.

  The most difficult part of mounting is the patience and meticulousness required, as a slight mistake can ruin the original author's hard work. Therefore, mounting is a separate skill that requires great expertise, and a good mounter is just as valuable as an outstanding painter or calligrapher. Unfortunately, ordinary people generally do not understand the depth of this profession.

  Wen Man decided to switch to interior design four years after graduating from university. She originally studied fine arts, but later found that her personality was not well-suited for the industry, as advertising companies nowadays pursue trendy designs and have a more superficial atmosphere. Wen Man's nature is slow and deliberate, she likes to focus on pursuing perfection in details, which is more in line with the requirements of an interior designer. However, she is still a newcomer to the industry, and her starting salary was not high, resulting in her earning only around 2-3 thousand yuan per month even after graduating for many years, which is considered low-level among white-collar workers in big cities.

  Jiang Yan understood a bit about mounting and framing because his family had an elder who was skilled in calligraphy. Now, looking at Wen Man's small hands carefully repairing the damaged painting on the copying desk, her raven-black hair was styled in a soft bun on top of her small head, with a gentle shadow stretching out diagonally, making her look like a classical beauty from a traditional Chinese ink painting, stirring one's heart.

  Mo Wenyang didn't know when he had walked to his side, and together they gazed at the wengs in the room, smiling and saying: "So you like this type."

  Jiang Yan did not argue with him, a pair of star-like eyes stayed on Wen Man's slender figure for a long time.

  At the beginning of summer, out of curiosity, she walked behind them and listened to their conversation, suddenly feeling suspicious: were they really a declining family?

  Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes as he walked over to the early summer, and after turning around, he first sized her up, seeing that she didn't seem like a worldly person from the Wen family, before asking: "Are you a good friend of Wen Man's?"

  "Yes. Is there a problem?" Chūxià had always looked at him with a puzzled gaze. Now standing in front of her were two handsome guys, and this person was clearly more dashing than Mò Wén Yáng.

  "How long have you been good friends?"

  "It's been about ten years since college, I suppose." Early summer unconsciously slowed down his tone, because this handsome guy had an air of arrogance when asking questions that ordinary people didn't have, as if he liked to talk down to others.

  Mo Wenyang saw the slight fear in early summer and smiled to interrupt: "Don't get me wrong. He's not that kind of person, he's just used to giving orders."

  "What does it mean?" Early summer was like discovering a new continent, her eyes shining with sparkling light.

  Jiang Yan was worried that Wen Man would discover the truth, so he called her to a corner and lowered his voice, observing her with the corner of his eye as he spoke: "May I ask you to help me keep this secret from your friends and their families for now?"

  "Why am I helping you with this?" Chūxià had to consider what kind of intentions this person had towards Màn Màn, and asked sharply.

  "I can stake my life on it: I'll be good to your friend Manman."

  Early summer lifted her head and read a clear bright light in this man's eyes: he was serious.