After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

When Wen Yuan woke up, Qi Jinran was no longer on the bed.

He was not surprised at all. Qi Jinran, a workaholic, would definitely go to the company to work overtime even on weekends.

After washing up and going downstairs, Wen Chengmin and Ye Xia were already eating breakfast. Seeing his son's lazy appearance, Wen Chengmin put down the bun in his hand, and his tone was very disgusting.

"Look at Jin Ran, who got up early in the morning and went to the company. Look at you again, when did you get up!"

"Xiaoyuan isn't on winter vacation, why are you nagging him?" Ye Xia disagreed.

"What's wrong with the winter vacation? He's almost a senior, he doesn't have a character yet, so he won't go out to find something—"

"Dad, I've found an internship." Wen Yuan sat down at the dining table and took a sip of soy milk.

Wen Chengmin narrowed his eyes slightly: "What bakery are you going to?"

Wen Yuan shook his head: "Guan Peisheng, a top 500 foreign company, will report to the company the day after tomorrow."

During the exam preparation period, he was looking for an internship with Ji Hong. Anyway, there will be no classes next semester, so he is very leisurely, so he simply finds something to do for himself.

"So soon." Ye Xia's eyes suddenly showed distress, and she took a fried egg and put it in his bowl.

"Hurry up and eat more, then go to the company to work hard, don't be hungry and lose weight."

Wen Chengmin's expression improved a little, he raised his chin and pointed to the gift on the coffee table.

"This is the tea you gave to your grandfather Qi, remember to bring it back."

"Yes, Dad."

"Learn more from Jin Ran, especially in business management. If there is anything you don't understand, ask him for more advice. Dad will expect you to take over the company in the future."

Wen Yuan thought to himself that I had no interest in managing companies at all, so he still said "um" perfunctorily.

Wen Yuan rarely wore formal clothes on the day of reporting to a foreign company.

Qi Jinran watched him in a slim suit, walking down the spiral staircase and drinking coffee.

"What's wrong? Is it weird?"

Wen Yuan was not used to wearing formal clothes, and it was awkward how he looked in the mirror. Now that he saw Qi Jinran's strange face, he was even less confident.

"Why don't I just wear a casual jacket..." Wen Yuan turned around and wanted to go back to the room to change clothes.

"Need not."

Qi Jinran put down the mug and looked away from his face with some difficulty.

"On the first day of work, you should dress formally."

Wen Yuan nodded, straightened his neckline, went downstairs with his backpack, took two slices of bread from the dining table and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Then I'll go first, you can eat slowly."

The foreign company that Wen Yuan practiced for is a luxury group company called BV, which owns hotels, jewelry, perfumes, clothing and other businesses. BV's management trainee program includes a one-year rotation period, so after the induction and training at the company's headquarters, Wen Yuan went to the hotel lobby in the afternoon to officially start the rotation.

Ji Hong was not as lucky as him, and was assigned to the housekeeping department, doing dirty and tiring work.

"Axi! Those HRs are definitely assigned based on their faces!"

At noon, the two were eating in the lounge, and Ji Hong angrily gnawed at the braised egg in the bowl and complained.

"It's okay, I'll take the initiative to ask Ying to go to the guest room with you in the second half of the month." Wen Yuan comforted him.

Ji Hong was moved, and hammered Wen Yuan's shoulder. He glanced at the ring hanging on Wen Yuan's neck, suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, when are you and Qi Jinran going to get married?"

Wen Yuan let out a blank "Ah".

"Aren't you all engaged! Marriage shouldn't be too far away?"

Wen Yuan looked at Ji Hong's expectant gaze, and realized that he could no longer hide it. Ji Hong was his best friend, he couldn't have been deceiving him like this all the time.

"Actually, my relationship with Qi Jinran is not what you think. It's a long story..."

After hearing the cause and effect, Ji Hong was stunned.

"So you're married? No wonder it's progressing so fast! Damn it, isn't this a plot that only exists on TV, what's the age!"

"No, the Qing Dynasty has been dead for an unknown number of years."

"Then how do you... feel about Qi Jinran?"

Wen Yuan was immediately overwhelmed by questioning.

Of course he didn't dislike Qi Jinran, but he couldn't describe how he felt. Sometimes he felt that the person was far away from him, and sometimes he felt that he was within reach. After all, he was an unpredictable man.

"What else can you feel, just like your roommate."

"Cut, I don't believe it!" Ji Hong snorted coldly: "With such a face, you don't have time to be moved?"

Wen Yuan was slightly startled, he remembered the scene where he drank too much that night and kissed Qi Jinran forcibly in the car. The touch of the man's lips seems to be still vivid now.

"What are you thinking? Your face is red." Ji Hong teased him.

Wen Yuan smiled, closed the lid of the lunch box, and stood up.

"Anyway, I have no chance with him. Stop gossiping."

Since his internship in BV, Wen Yuan has woken up earlier than Qi Jinran. Sometimes when Qi Jinran comes back at night, he is still too busy at the hotel.

The end of the year is the peak occupancy period for the hotel, and the annual meetings of various large companies are held in the hotel. BV is one of the most prestigious five-star hotels in Wancheng, with a cloud of guests every day. Wen Yuan is responsible for receiving guests and coordinating various matters in the front hall. Every day, he is too busy to touch the ground. Sometimes he talks too much, and his voice is hoarse at the end of the day.

That night, just as Wen Yuan dragged his tired body back to Shuixieju, he saw Qi Jinran sitting on the sofa.

The man seemed to be waiting for him there specially.

"Are you still awake?"

Wen Yuan was a little surprised. When he came back, Qi Jinran was usually already asleep.

"Just had a video conference, so I didn't sleep."

In fact, Qi Jinran's business has long been over. He even sat on the sofa and read an English book, but none of those words seemed to be imprinted in his mind.

He looked at the circle of black and blue under Wen Yuan's eyes, his Adam's apple moved, and then he said, "Are you tired of practice?"

Qi Jinran is... caring about him?

Wen Yuan looked at him in surprise.

The man's hand on the sofa clenched uncomfortably, his long eyelashes drooping.

"You come back so late every day, which affects my rest."

He obviously moved very lightly, could it still affect Qi Jinran? Wen Yuan felt guilty all of a sudden. He estimated that Qi Jinran was a light sleeper and could easily be woken up by a little noise.

"Sorry, the hotel is too busy at this time, so I came back late. If it really doesn't work, why don't I live in the school dormitory?"

"Need not."

Qi Jinran said stubbornly: "I just want to remind you that there is no need to take advantage of your own body for the meager internship salary."

The next day, in the hotel corridor.

"You said... what did he mean by those words?"

Wen Yuan helped Ji Hong wipe the transparent glass on the landscape wall.

"What else do you mean, people want to care about you." Ji Hong is like a big brother who is close to him. He suddenly thought of something and smiled.

"I said, anyway, you've already broken up with Zhou Yun, and now you're still holding on to this kind of super handsome guy every day, so you can just fake the show and cook the raw rice."

Wen Yuan hurriedly shook his head, with a look of fear on his face.

"I kissed him drunk last time, and he almost strangled me."

"So you had a strangle on your neck at that time." Ji Hong was very disappointed.

"Otherwise?" Wen Yuan rolled his eyes at him.

Ji Hong cut his voice and was about to say something when the manager's voice came from not far away.

"Wen Yuan, come to the front hall to help, there are black diamond guests."

Black diamond is the highest level in BV's VIP level, so BV's black diamond members are often rich or expensive. Wen Yuan was used to seeing all kinds of guests in the past few days, but he was not stage fright, and followed the manager into the front hall.

"Mr. Zhang, this is our new Guan trainee. He will serve you later." The manager introduced respectfully.

"Wen Yuan?" In his early thirties, the man in a suit looked at the nameplate on his chest, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly.

"Hello Mr. Zhang, you can just call me Xiaowen."

Wen Yuan didn't notice the strange color in the man's eyes, and led him inside. As soon as he entered the VIP elevator, the man laughed out loud.

"You don't want to enter the entertainment industry, but you are willing to come here to suffer."

Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at the man with some doubts.

Zhang Jun took out the business card in his suit pocket and handed it to Wen Yuan, with a gentle smile on his elegant face.

"Get to know me, I'm the CEO of Zhongxing Entertainment. Last month, our company's agent called to sign you, but you ruthlessly rejected it."

Where did Wen Yuan think that this black diamond guest had such a relationship with him, he smiled awkwardly: "Really, that's really embarrassing."

"I thought you had a better place, but I didn't expect..." Zhang Jun shook his head in disappointment.

Wen Yuan doesn't think the entertainment industry is good, nor does he feel tired here, after all, he has learned a lot. But to a man he just met, he didn't need to explain.

Taking Zhang Jun into the presidential suite, after introducing the supporting facilities and meal times, Wen Yuan was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhang Jun.

The man pulled ten hundred-yuan bills from his wallet.

"Your tip."

Wen Yuan took the money and was a little surprised. There were also customers who gave him tips before, but the amount was not large. He didn't expect Zhang Jun to be so generous. Of course, what surprised him even more was that there were still people carrying so much cash on them these days.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Wen Yuan smiled politely.

Zhang Jun looked at the handsome and slightly green face of the boy, his heart moved slightly, and his tone unconsciously softened.

"Meeting is fate, don't call me President Zhang, I'm so unfamiliar, call me Brother Jun."

"How about that, if the manager hears it, he will scold me again."

Wen Yuan counted the banknotes in his hand, only one was left, and the rest were placed on the table.

"I have rejected your invitation to sign the contract. I'm really embarrassed to accept such a tip. I hope Mr. Zhang understands."

Zhang Jun chuckled lightly and looked at Wen Yuan deeply.

"I understand now why they want to sign you."