ry it on for me and let me get a taste of it."Shen Wei's soft and hard tactics, Fu Yan wanted to refuse but found it difficult, not to mention, she really liked this dress."Miss Fu, do you need our he...Fu Yan brought Xia Xia back to the company. As soon as they got off the elevator, they bumped into Shen Wei who was leaving.

As they brushed past each other, Shen Wei smiled and said, "Manager Duan called me, Fu Yan. You did a great job."

The elevator doors closed.

Xia Xia couldn't help but frown, "Yan Jie, why do I feel that General Manager Shen is speaking strangely"

"You're overthinking it." Fu Yan hugged her shoulders and walked towards the office area. Turning back, the smile on his face gradually solidified as he glanced at the elevator with its descending numbers, then looked away.

Women looking at women, ten out of ten.

From the first day Shen Wei started working, Fu Yan noticed that she always had a meaningful look in her eyes when she looked at her.

However, unlike what she said, it was not because she was Uncle Huo's stepdaughter.

There's a palpable sense of hostility, though it's unclear where it's coming from.

In the evening, Ji Lin personally drove to pick up Yan from work.

Ji Lin is a well-known figure in the sports circle, but he's usually quite low-key. Not many people know him, yet just his comic book face standing next to a luxury car, with one hand in his pocket, draws countless stares.

"You're taking advantage of your looks, aren't you!" Fu Yan teased him.

Ji Lin smiled as if it were obvious, opened the back car door, and said, "Sit in the back, someone's in the passenger seat."

"Oh." Fu Yan remembered that he had said he wanted to invite their fencing team members to dinner.

The co-pilot turned out to be a man.

From the back, she seems quite tall, a little thinner than Ji Lin. She's wearing a black mask, concealing half her face, with delicate strands of hair falling across her forehead.

He tilted his head slightly and greeted her politely: "Hello."

"Hello."

Fu Yan's heart muttered, This voice seemed familiar.

"Fine, I'm still wearing a mask in my car. People might think I'm doing some secret work." Ji Lin fastened his seatbelt and couldn't help but complain.

The other party obediently took off their mask, revealing a side profile. Fu Yan suddenly realized, it was him.

"Do you recognize me" the other party sensed Fu Yan's gaze.

Fu Yan realized she had been rude and politely said, "I watched your competition."

Fu Jing, a fencing Olympic champion and former national fencing team member, is referred to as "former" because he has retired. He remains with the team to help guide his junior teammates.

Fu Yan had seen him in a post-match interview on TV, no wonder his voice sounded familiar.

Ji Lin was chuckling quietly beside her, "She has been obsessed with Olympic champions since she was little, idolizing them to no end. She’s so excited about this, I have to bring back an Olympic gold medal for her to see."

"When you win an Olympic gold medal, I'll definitely worship you and burn incense for you!" The two started to playfully insult each other, disregarding those around them.

“Thank you!” Ji Lin handed Fu Yan a candy, knowing she was prone to low blood sugar and needed an energy boost.

Fu Jing couldn't help but laugh. Fu Yanbai glared at Ji Lin, what did she mean by saying she worshipped the champion Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone heard that

Is she a fangirl

The place to eat was a private family-style restaurant, built halfway up a mountainside overlooking water. Even if you had money, you might not be able to get a table.

The prestigious Ji family has power and influence. When Ji Lin wanted to have a meal, the boss prepared everything early on, with food and drinks specifically for athletes.

"Senior brother, you go in first. I'll park the car with Fu Yan."

After Fu Jing got out of the car, Ji Lin asked while reversing, "How was it"

How are things going

"Don't be coy, tell me what your first impression of Fu Jing was like"

"He's very handsome, upright and honest. It's no wonder he was chosen as a national team talent!" Fu Yan said seriously. Qing霜's number. The phone rang with a gentle and melodious tune, a piano piece that Song Qing霜 loved very much.Her nose tingled, her heart pounded against her ribs, and her mind went blank with worry...