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"Our goal is to create a high-end brand of building materials mall, addressing the current market gap. This way, our decoration companies won't need to seek building material suppliers from other cities. We, Rongyao, will only provide the mall and property management, and we will also review the brands, striving to build the most premium building materials mall. At the same time, we hope to collaborate with Fenghua Decorations. The mall will inform the building material suppliers that our primary partner is Fenghua Decorations. During the mall's construction, the display screen outside the Rongyao Group building will give your company a 15-second advertisement, from the foundation laying to the completion. After the mall is finished, the central advertising spot at the main entrance will be reserved for your company for three years, free of charge. Assistant Chen, please show the render to Manager Li."

At this point, Chen Yi had already taken out a relatively rough render from his bag. The chief designer of Fenghua's face fell when he saw this render. Is this even called a render? Jiang Fan smiled at this sight.

"Our company's design department definitely can't compare to yours, and this is just a sketch. We might ask your company to help with the specific design later, and we'll calculate the fees normally. I'll try to the design rights for Fenghua. This is the initial intention and purpose of meeting you today. Of course, the early-stage promotion also relies on your company's influence. Secretary Yang, did you bring the contract?"

Jiang Fan pressed on step by step, finally expressing his sincerity through the contract. But where is the contract? Yang Jin couldn't quite grasp Jiang Fan's intention and could only reply awkwardly,

"Mr. Jiang, there are still several companies contacting us. I just made a call. Also, Manager Li is already drunk. Let's sign the contract when the mall starts construction."

"Alright. In that case, we still have things to do. Excuse us. Secretary Yang, did you pay the bill?"

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Fan stood up and smiled at everyone, nodding. The three of them hadn't taken a single bite of the food on the table.

Whether Fenghua agrees or not is not important. They are useless to Jiang Fan. He already knows what he wanted to know, so there's no need to drag it on. When Yang Jin walked downstairs, he was already feeling dizzy and started vomiting by the flower bed outside the Huatai building.

Who can stand nearly a jin of Baijiu on an empty stomach? After helping Yang Jin into the car, Jiang Fan drove with a frown.

"Yi, we might not be able to eat for a while. I have a hungry baby waiting at home. I'm going home now to cook. It'll take about twenty minutes. Order two takeouts and send them to the company. I haven't eaten for a day and a night."

"Alright! You get out, and I'll drive. Where do you live?"

"Shanshui Longcheng."

Jiang Fan felt exhausted, but deep down, he had a strange sense of joy. He enjoyed the exhaustion and busyness brought by work. The elevator wasn't fixed yet, so he climbed to the 11th floor, took off his suit, tied an apron, and dialed Tang Wan's number on his phone.

"Hello, Jiang Fan."

Tang Wan seemed to be sleeping, her voice was very languid and weak. Jiang Fan was busy cutting vegetables and spoke softly,

"I was caught skipping work this morning, so I have to stay at the company and work overtime tonight. I can't come back tonight. I'm making dinner for you now. I bought an insulated container. After I finish, I'll put it on the table in the living room. Remember to eat when you come back. Don't order takeout. I also bought medicine and put it on the table. Remember to take it when you come back. Two tablets! Don't secretly throw away the medicine. Don't open the door for anyone tonight. I have a key."

"I know, I know. Jiang Fan, you're so naggy. Why don't you come to Changxiang to work so you can keep an eye on me?"

"Should I go fight with Lin Xuan for fun? Don't sleep. Freshen up and drink some water."

"Ah!!! I know, naggy, naggy."

Tang Wan let out an annoyed scream and hung up the phone, then leaned over her desk and looked at the call history on her phone. The whole page was filled with Jiang Fan's name. So annoying, she thought, but the corners of her mouth curved into a slight smile.

At this moment, a commotion came from outside the door.

The acting president of the company had returned. Lin Xuan had waited anxiously for Tang Wan all morning and didn't see her. After finishing work in the afternoon, he heard that Vice President Wen had returned and rushed over, but the secretary stopped him at the door.

Lin Xuan was extremely angry. He pushed the secretary aside, opened the door, and saw Tang Wan lounging lazily. His throat moved involuntarily. After three years of not seeing her, this woman had become even more beautiful, shedding her innocence and embracing maturity. Especially those legs under the table, they almost made Lin Xuan explode.

The anger dissipated, replaced by a humble smile.

"Wanwan, I'm back."

Tang Wan slowly turned her head to glance at Lin Xuan, then leaned back on the table and looked out the window, only uttering an "oh."

Lin Xuan was very handsome, standing tall at one meter eighty-five, with long legs, a handsome face and hairstyle reminiscent of a Korean Oppa, and a tailored Italian suit that made him look perfect. Yet, for some reason, Tang Wan had no interest in Lin Xuan at all.

Every time she thought of those women's voices on the phone, Tang Wan suddenly felt a wave of disgust.

From the time they parted until now, Tang Wan gradually realized something. Maybe she didn't like Lin Xuan; it was just that from childhood to adulthood, he was the only person of her age around her. They played together since they were young, went to school together, graduated together, Tang Wan went to the company, and he went abroad.

Tang Wan had never seemed to express any intention of being in a relationship or marrying him.

It's been three years too. You, Lin Xuan, have been abroad for three years, and Jiang Fan has been by my side for three years. He can endure not smoking for three years. Can't you control your own desires? What else has Jiang Fan endured differently in these three years?

Lin Xuan noticed Tang Wan's coldness, slightly startled. He frowned, walked forward, and reached out to touch Tang Wan's shoulder, speaking softly.

"Wanwan, are you not feeling well?"

At the moment of touch, Tang Wan suddenly sat up and leaned back. This action left Lin Xuan stunned in place. Tang Wan, who was accustomed to bullying Jiang Fan, didn't feel any discomfort. She frowned and whispered,

"I have a cold. I don't want to infect you."

Lin Xuan smiled.

"It's okay. Didn't you stick to me when you had a cold when we were young? Have you taken any medicine? I know a very good doctor. Come on, let's get ready, and I'll take you to see him."

Lin Xuan was still stuck in his impression of Tang Wan from three years ago. At that time, Tang Wan was like a follower, a submissive little wife. As long as she didn't cross the line, she never refused Lin Xuan's decisions. But the Tang Wan now was not the Tang Wan from three years ago. She gently shook her head.

"Maybe it's because I got chilled. I went for an IV drip in the morning. It's not a problem."

"IV drip? I remember you were most afraid of IV drips, Wanwan. Let me see."

"It's cold, and I don't want to move my hands."

Tang Wan's hands were inside her sleeves, and she whispered with a wrinkled nose.

Being rejected again made Lin Xuan unhappy. Tang Wan now didn't allow him to get close or take care of her, but Lin Xuan still smiled.

"Wanwan, we haven't seen each other for three years. I have a lot to say to you. I've booked a restaurant. Let's go together after work."

Tang Wan had her hands in her sleeves and shook her head, looking.

"I have a cold. Jiang Fan bought me medicine and left it at home. He also cooked for me. I haven't eaten out or ordered takeout for three years. I'm not used to it anymore."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, striking Lin Xuan's forehead.

Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan.

Habit, habit.

Has Jiang Fan become a habit in Tang Wan's heart?

Lin Xuan forcibly suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, speaking in a low voice.

"You're already divorced. When you recover from your cold, I'll cook for you myself."

After speaking, he turned and left. As he was leaving, Tang Wan suddenly spoke up.

"I don't eat Western food anymore. It's not tasty."

Lin Xuan was so frustrated that he almost slammed the door. What kind of person is Jiang Fan? How could he make Tang Wan change her habits of twenty years in just three short years?

Lin Xuan left, and Tang Wan took out her phone to call Jiang Fan.

"Jiang Fan, I want to eat tomato beef stew, I want to eat braised pork, I want to eat everything. Jiang Fan, I'm not happy."

Tang Wan didn't know why she was crying, tears kept falling down, and only one word came through the phone.

"Okay."

Actually, Jiang Fan had been waiting for Tang Wan's call. He knew that Lin Xuan would see Tang Wan today. If he could get this call, he wouldn't consider himself dispensable. If not, he would leave this house to Tang Wan.

Tang Wan said she wanted to eat everything, but she didn't mention her favorite dishes.

Jiang Fan called the supermarket to deliver groceries and asked Chen Yi to return to the company first. From the moment he entered the kitchen after returning home until now, he had only cut one onion.