"A place."
"October Hotel," Wang Jiahui's lips curved upwards. "Eight o'clock tonight, don't be late."
"Don't worry, I'll be there on time," Fang Miaomiao's eyes held an endless chill.
The call ended.
Wang Jiahui casually tossed Li Jie's phone onto his desk, then picked up his own and sent a text message.
—You can rest assured, Fang Miaomiao won't escape this time. We've already set up reporters outside. Once things here are concluded, you can immediately release all the news on your end.
Although there was no reply, Wang Jiahui knew very well that the person on the other end had received the message.
Thinking of this, the smile in Wang Jiahui's eyes deepened.
"Excellent."
Li Jie saw the unconcealed cruel smile on Wang Jiahui's face the moment she reached his office door.
"Manager Wang."
"What are you coming in here for?" Wang Jiahui's smile vanished as soon as he saw Li Jie. "Didn't I tell you not to enter my office without my permission?"
"I came to get my phone."
Wang Jiahui withdrew his displeased gaze. "Next time, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Manager Wang." Li Jie hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped forward and retrieved her phone from the desk.
"Wait a moment."
Wang Jiahui stopped Li Jie.
"Li Jie, you should know what can be said and what cannot be said in this circle."
"I don't understand what you mean by that."
Wang Jiahui spread his hands on both sides of his legs. "We're all intelligent people, I don't need to say more. With Fang Miaomiao's situation, you alone can't do anything. If you stay put, you'll still have a place in the company. If you dare to say anything out of line, then see if Fang Miaomiao, who can barely save herself, can save you."
"That's all I have to say. Li Jie, you decide for yourself."
Li Jie tightly gripped her phone, her teeth biting her lower lip for a long time before she let out a sigh. "I understand what you mean, Manager Wang. Don't worry, I'm part of the company, and naturally, I'll prioritize the company's interests."
"Li Jie, I appreciate your clear attitude," Wang Jiahui nodded with satisfaction. "Li Jie, I see you've been busy with Fang Miaomiao these past few days, so you can take paid leave for a while."
Upon hearing this, Li Jie suddenly turned to look at the smiling Wang Jiahui. "Thank you, Manager Wang."
"Go ahead," Wang Jiahui was not annoyed and waved her away.
Time flew by.
"Is something bothering you?"
"Why do you say that?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an, who had asked the question.
"You've tried to put food in your mouth several times without success," Wen Yan'an said to Fang Miaomiao very seriously. "There's rice on your lips."
"How is that possible?" Fang Miaomiao subconsciously raised her hand to touch her mouth.
Good heavens!
Such an embarrassing moment.
"Can you tell us so we can discuss it together?" Wen Zhiyan, sitting opposite her, concealed the amusement in his eyes and asked gently.
"It's nothing. I'm just going to a banquet later."
"A banquet? May I ask where?"
Fang Miaomiao was lost in thought and didn't notice the flash of surprise in Wen Zhiyan's eyes.
"October Hotel."
"When will you be back?"
Fang Miaomiao then looked at Wen Zhiyan.
"I mean, so I can have the driver pick you up when you're finished," Wen Zhiyan explained. "It's not very safe for a girl to be out alone, and October Hotel is too far from Yu Garden. An'an wouldn't be at ease either."
"Oh, okay, I understand. I'll go take a look first. When the time comes, I'll text you."
"Alright, alright."
Watching Fang Miaomiao's retreating back, Wen Yan'an looked at his father with some dissatisfaction.
"She should have her own social circle," Wen Zhiyan said calmly.
"Why?"
Isn't it better to just stay by herself? Besides, she has father and me at home, isn't that her social circle?
Wen Zhiyan knew what he was thinking: "Wen Yan'an, everyone has their own choices. What we should do is support her unconditionally from behind, not restrict her, understand?"
Hearing this, Wen Yan'an's pupils were filled with confusion.
"Be good, she'll come back. How about An'an and I wait for her?"
Wen Yan'an didn't like Fang Miaomiao being too far away from him, but he listened to his father. He couldn't restrict her, or she would be unhappy.
Thinking this, although he was a bit dejected, it was still acceptable.
The car sped down the road.
Two hours later, the car stopped at the end of the road, in front of a tall, brightly lit hotel.
"Madam, I'll be here. Just call me when you come out."
"Okay, thank you."
After getting out of the car, Fang Miaomiao noticed that all the guests attending the banquet were dressed in their finest attire. She was the only one wearing simple casual sportswear.
"Miss, do you have an invitation?"
Fang Miaomiao was stopped by the doorman.
The reason was that the attendees were all from high society, or beautiful actresses.
This was the first time they had seen such simple attire.
"No."
Fang Miaomiao turned to leave.
She had already arrived, and if she couldn't get in without an invitation, it wasn't her problem.
Just as Fang Miaomiao, who had found a perfect excuse for herself, was about to slip away, a male voice called out from behind her.
"Wait, Fang Miaomiao, where are you going?"
Hearing that familiar voice.
Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but roll her eyes internally: "Well, I can't escape."
Sigh, it's fine. It's just a banquet, a banquet of traps.
She'll be careful, and then seize the opportunity to slip away.
"Manager Wang, long time no see." Fang Miaomiao turned around and put on her signature smile, looking at Wang Jiahui at the entrance, who was in a suit with a very prominent beer belly.
Wang Jiahui let out a cold snort and quickly walked up to Fang Miaomiao, speaking in a low voice: "Fang Miaomiao, you were trying to run just now, weren't you?"
"That's not fair," Fang Miaomiao took a step back, looking at Wang Jiahui with a "Don't falsely accuse me" expression. "Manager Wang, you can't just say things like that. When you invited me, you didn't mention needing an invitation to get in. I don't have anything, so I can't climb over the wall to get in, can I?"
"Sharp-tongued."
"I'm just telling the truth, Manager Wang. You're wrongly accusing me."
Wang Jiahui chuckled, then looked at Fang Miaomiao with increasing disdain. "What are you wearing? Where is your evening gown?"
Fang Miaomiao let out a long sigh. "Manager Wang, you know as well as I do that even though I married into the Wen family, my family doesn't treat me well. Moreover, my only variety show this year has been postponed. I'm truly a case of willing but unable."
Seeing Fang Miaomiao's wronged yet hesitant expression, Wang Jiahui's guard lessened a bit.
After all, he had seen Fang Miaomiao act before, and her performance could be described as a disaster. This expression today certainly didn't seem like an act.
It seemed the rumors were true, Fang Miaomiao was not favored in the Wen family.
It was not unreasonable that she didn't have a decent gown.