I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 180 A Bunch of Bootlickers (2)_1

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 A Bunch of Bootlickers (2)_1

Did she not notice, or was it on purpose?

Xia Wan’an looked at Ai Jiang, who was nervously apologizing, and found it incredibly ridiculous.

It wasn’t until today that she realized Ai Jiang was not suitable for work, but rather for the entertainment industry.

Xia Wan’an mocked her inwardly, but maintained a magnanimous smile on her face, pretending to be ignorant of everything from the beginning, saying it was okay, and comforted Ai Jiang foolishly, "It’s okay, it’s just a misdialed call, no big deal..."

Ai Jiang nodded, seemingly still worried, and asked again, "Wan’an, I’m not causing you any trouble, am I?"

Aren’t you clearly making trouble for me?

Xia Wan’an laughed coldly in her heart but softened her tone: "What trouble could there be? Quit overthinking, start eating quickly. It won’t taste good when it cools."

Ai Jiang chuckled shyly and then started eating. As always, she was considerate, refilling Xia Wan’an’s empty cup with hot water from time to time and passing her a napkin.

Watching her bustling around for herself like this, a touch of irony emerged in Xia Wan’an’s heart.

For the sake of exploitation, there really was nothing she couldn’t endure or do. Over the years, she has been overly considerate to herself and Song Youman. Xia Wan’an wondered if Ai Jiang ever tired of the pretense.

...

After parting from Ai Jiang, Xia Wan’an directly took a car home.

Upon arriving home, she did not immediately go to take a bath and go to bed as usual, but went to the study and rummaged, finding her marriage certificate with Han Jingnian.

When she returned to her room with the marriage certificate, as expected, her WeChat was exploding with messages.

She didn’t rush to check her WeChat notifications, but made herself a hot glass of milk in the kitchen. Then she turned on the stereo in the bedroom, selected a soothing light music, then sat down comfortably on the couch. Whilst sipping her milk and listening to music, she leisurely unlocked her phone to check the 99+ messages.

The first thing she saw was a private message from Xiaochen: "Wan’an, Gu Yu’s girlfriend is cursing you in our department’s group chat."

"Wan’an, come and see. If it’s a misunderstanding, quickly clear it up! Many colleagues from our department are talking about you. I’m worried they might spread it throughout the company, and that won’t be good for you."

Xia Wan’an responded to Xiaochen with a "Hmm" emoji, then switched to the department’s group chat.

About twenty minutes ago, Gu Yuzhi had sent a message in the group, but it wasn’t him, it was his fiancée, Gao Lin: "@The most beautiful lad in the capital, what did you mean by calling our Azhi?

Gu Yuzhi is everyone’s leader, so his post immediately attracted a bunch of sycophants.

Colleague A: "Director Gu, you’re still up so late?"

Colleague B: "This isn’t Director Gu, it’s his fiancée?"

Colleague C: "Hello Miss Gao, please send my regards to Director Gu."

"..."

After everyone sent a flurry of messages, Gu Yuzhi’s WeChat ID tagged her again: "Can you stop pretending you didn’t see my message? You just called our Azhi, so are you pretending not to be near your phone now?"

Colleague E: "What happened?"

Colleague F: "What do you need Xia Wan’an for?"

Colleague J@The most beautiful lad in the capital: "Miss Gao, I’ll tag Xia for you."

Among the messages from various colleagues, Xia Wan’an saw a message sent by Xiaochen: "Wan’an might have already gone to sleep, she usually sleeps early at night."