Apology

Xiaomin and Xiaofeng both were highly nervous at the moment, their hands were sweaty and their foreheads were covered in sweat even if they were standing in a fully air-conditioned room. Not only because of the unexpected things happening but also due to the fact that, after offending, the Wen family, things would be difficult for them further. Though it would not affect Xiaomin to a great extent, she was much more worried about her best friend.

Miss. Wen was indeed happy and was twirling while looking at the dress that she was wearing.

"Mom, Dad, this looks much better. I like it." Miss Wen spoke releasing the awkward atmosphere. Getting up from the couch Father Wen and Mother Wen spoke, "Since she likes it. We have no issue."

Xiaofeng and Xiaomin both bowed down to them and thanked them.

"To apologize for our rash behavior, I would like to invite Miss. Li for lunch." Young master Wen suggested while smiling towards Xiaomin. Naturally, he should invite both Xiaomin and Xiaofeng, but his gaze was constantly on Xiaomin, making her uncomfortable.

Even though Xiaomin wanted to reject him and stay back to lecture Xiaofeng she reluctantly had to accept. It was indeed due to the mistake of them that Young Miss Wen cried and had to look at herself in such a horrible dress. Apart from that, there were many other things which she had to clarify with Mr. Wen. Unexpectedly those things are happening a little early than expected.

Glancing at Xiaofeng, she shot an angry glance which meant to say *I will deal with you later* before leaving with Young master Wen.

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In the Jiangdong hotel,

"Miss Li is smart. I must say, your ability to respond is amazing." Wen Moshen praised Xiaomin after they sat down on the table. Jiangdong was one of the best restaurants in the city. Usually, it was called as a lovers paradise, this restaurant only allowed couples or business meetings. This was not at all a family place. Young master Wen not only brought Xiaomin in the restaurant he even booked a seat for them in the couples part of the restaurant. Things were not easy, but they were not much difficult to understand as well.

Xiaomin smiled, "Entertaining your rival's wife... Interesting!"

The smile on Wen Moshen's face stiffened before it faded and turned into a somber expression. He looked at Xiaomin's face with deep eyes. It was difficult to analyze what he was thinking? If he was angry or if he was surprised.

To reduce the awkwardness between then, the waiter came and poured some Wine for Wen Moshen while he brought freshly squeezed orange juice for Xiaomin. Picking up the Wine glass and swirling it slowly Wen Moshen spoke, "He is dangerous."

"I am the danger." Xiaomin retorted with anger evident in her eyes. It was as if she was declaring her territory, her answer was not at all soft, it was instead, filled with determination and power to fight.

Xiaomin's answer startled Wen Moshen. He started at Xiaomin for a good amount of time. Even though his face was showing no emotions, Xiaomin was sure what he was up to. Xiaomin knew her entanglement with him would bring her no good. She was his curse, and he was her death. Finishing the glass of orange juice, Xiaomin banged it on the table.

"Mr. Wen, you are exceptional, outstanding, handsome, charming, and even rich. There is no girl who will reject you. It won't suit you to pursue someone who is married. It's better we stop these feelings here itself. I hope to never see you again."

Xiaomin picked up her purse and left.

Wen Moshen sat at the same place, a grin plastered on his face, "I will make sure to see you again."

On the opposite table,

"Sir, your hand is bleeding." Secretary Song gently reminded Weimo.

Releasing his grip from the wine glass, Weimo glanced at his bleeding hand. His white palms were now completely covered with blood. The glass pieces fell to the ground while his hand had many minute pieces embedded into them. Secretary Song tried to hold Weimo's hand and clean it.

Snatching his hand away from her Weimo gestured her to stay away.

"You can leave." Passing Secretary Song a file, Weimo asked her to leave while he stayed in the same position. His eyes never leaving the place Xiaomin was sitting some seconds ago

"But sir..." Secretary Song had wanted to stay and tend to Weimo's wound. His cold glance made her tremble, following which she left quickly.