“Wan wan Jie, my first solo performance in China is in a month. Could you be my guest?” At the entrance of the Jian Jia building, Qin Jie asked shyly, his ears turning a bit red.

Mu Wan: “…”

As the owner of Jian Jia, she naturally knew that the company had signed Qin Jie. The flute is a niche instrument, and he had only been playing for a year, yet he was already at the point of holding his own solo concert. His skill and hard work were evident. No exaggeration, Qin Jie had already become one of the company’s pillars. But—

“Qin Jie, you know I have a fiancé, right?” She wasn’t blind, and it was pretty obvious he was trying to flirt with her.

A hint of melancholy flashed in Qin Jie’s eyes, but he quickly became determined and smiled, continuing his pitch.

“I know, Wan wan Jie, please don’t misunderstand. I just admire your musical talent and want to collaborate with you once.” His father had told him, if you swing the shovel well enough, no corner is too hard to dig, so he had to give it a try, so he wouldn’t regret it later.

Mu Wan sighed inwardly as she looked at his unyielding gaze. She really was popular—first Kong Shuai, now Qin Jie. If it weren’t so shameless, she might have asked Kong Shuai to talk some sense into him.

She politely declined, “I might not be available. You know, I’m preparing for a competition and can’t be distracted.”

Qin Jie looked aggrieved, “But you went to O Rou Jie’s solo concert last month.”

Mu Wan: “…” That brat. If I say I don’t want to collaborate with you, will you be happy?

Beep beep— Just then, Kuang Ye arrived in his car. The Maserati slid across the spacious ground and smoothly stopped next to Mu Wan. The passenger door automatically opened. Kuang Ye slightly tilted his head, the golden hue of the sunset spilling over his face, casting a warm glow on his handsome features, looking like a scene from a romance drama. His voice, intentionally husky, teased, “Darling, I’m here to pick you up from work.”

Mu Wan looked at Kuang Ye, and her heart unconsciously skipped a beat. They were already a married couple, but…

The shadow of the car immediately blocked the sunlight from Qin Jie. He stood there, no longer bathed in sunlight, his face darkened to the color of charcoal. Did he specifically calculate the angle of the light to look cool?

Mu Wan got into the passenger seat, closed the door, and lowered the window.

“Xiao Jie, I wish you all the best for your concert. I’m really not able to be a guest, but if you need help from the company, Wan Wan Jie will definitely support you.”

Kuang Ye pretended not to recognize Qin Jie and asked in confusion, “Wan wan, who’s this?”

Mu Wan noticed his teasing intention and gave him a subtle glare, but still introduced them normally.

“This is Qin Jie, a colleague from my company, a flutist.” She then pointed to Kuang Ye. “This is Kuang Ye, my husband.”

Jian Jia’s CP was so popular that Qin Jie definitely recognized Kuang Ye. In fact, he even remembered him from when they met at the airport. At that time, he had wondered how the other person knew he had just returned to China. Now he realized the person had recognized him back then. And now, he was pretending not to know him—how fake. He surely didn’t want Wan wan Jie to find out that he was being petty.

So, he forced a smile, “Ah, Ye Ge, don’t joke around. Didn’t we meet at the airport?”

Kuang Ye acted like he just remembered. “Oh, it’s you!”

“At that time, you were badmouthing Wan wan, so when I saw you, I took a closer look.”

“I remember your English name is Windmill or something like that?”

Qin Jie: “…It’s Jerry!”

Windmill? Fake experience? Don’t bring up my embarrassing history, are you trying to get me to hate you?

Kuang Ye nodded. “Yeah, yeah, Jerry, Jerry.”

“I heard from Wan wan that you’ve contributed a lot to the company this year. When the wedding happens at the end of the year, you have to come. I’ll let you sit at the groomsmen’s table.”

Qin Jie was completely stunned, staring at Mu Wan in disbelief. “You two… are getting married at the end of the year?”

Mu Wan nodded. “We’ve been engaged for over a year. The plan is to have the wedding at the end of this year.”

In fact, after going through so much together, Mu Wan had long considered Kuang Ye her only one. Whether they had a wedding or not didn’t matter. She even found the whole wedding process troublesome and wanted to just register. But Kuang Ye wouldn’t allow it. He insisted on a grand wedding, calling it a ‘century wedding’ for the precious Miss Mu family.

Qin Jie’s heart sank. He felt a heavy pressure in his chest as he mumbled, “So I have no chance at all…”

Mu Wan wasn’t sure how to respond to this and was about to comfort him when Kuang Ye spoke up.

“Not necessarily. There’s still a groomsman spot available. Do you want it? I can give it to you!”

Qin Jie: “…”

He looked at Kuang Ye’s innocent expression and felt like this bastard was stabbing him in the heart. He gritted his teeth. “No, thanks.”

He turned and stomped off, riding his balance bike angrily.

Qin Jie’s heart was still full of unwillingness, losing to this kind of person.

After the car started and drove off, Mu Wan propped her chin with one hand, looking at Kuang Ye seriously.

Kuang Ye felt a little guilty under her gaze and swallowed nervously. He couldn’t resist asking, “Wan wan, what are you looking at?”

Mu Wan replied, “Looking at pettiness.” She glanced at the shiny metallic reflection on the windshield, noting that he was ten minutes late today. To make a cool entrance, he had clearly put a lot of thought into it.

Kuang Ye muttered, “I even offered him the groomsman spot. I’m not petty.”

Mu Wan quietly looked at his stubborn face.

“If Qin Jie really agrees to be the groomsman, you’ll have to look at your rival’s face throughout the wedding. I wonder if you’ll be uncomfortable.”

Kuang Ye’s lips curled into a smile. “If I can marry the person I love, forget seeing my rival’s face—if I saw my enemy’s face, I’d still smile like a flower.”