The Crippled Boss Loves Me

Shen Hanxing's every word was clearly for her good, but she retorted sharply, saying that Shen Hanxing had a cold heart and had no empathy. Now that she thought about it, Wei Xi'er wished she could slap herself because her words were so hurtful.

"Zhuang Li was injured, and Miss Wei was anxious. It's normal for her to lose her sense of propriety for a moment," Shen Hanxing's smile did not change. She said plainly, "A few words of anger are nothing. Miss Wei, there's no need to apologize."

Seeing Shen Hanxing distancing herself, Wei Xi'er's heart clenched. Such politeness and distance made Wei Xi'er recall the first time she met Shen Hanxing. At that time, she felt that Shen Hanxing did not look like someone from the wealthy circle. She was too lively and too ostentatious. The socialites and noblewomen in the circle all confined themselves in a shell. They strictly adhered to the upbringing and etiquette of upper-class society, living like exquisite dolls.

However, Shen Hanxing was different. She laughed, scolded, and even hit people. She did not beat around the bush or put on a hypocritical smile when she hated someone. But now Wei Xi'er felt that Shen Hanxing could be like those people. Her standard smile was like a mask carved on her face. No matter her situation, she could maintain harmony on the surface. She was not angry, not sad, nor she cared. It made Wei Xi'er feel dejected.

It was as if a hole had been opened in Wei Xi'er's heart, and she could not say another word. Seeing that Wei Xi'er had no intention of continuing to speak, Shen Hanxing looked away and stopped communicating with her.

When Wei Yong saw this scene, he sighed silently. "Mrs. Ji, Xi'er is not sensible. Young girls are easily blinded by love. Don't take it to heart." As he said this, he looked at Shen Hanxing and smiled. "To express my apology, why don't you do me the honor of letting me treat you to a candlelit dinner?" His words were a little frivolous, and the way he looked at Shen Hanxing was affectionate.

Ji Yan's face instantly turned gloomy. He leaned slightly to block Wei Yong's line of sight, and his voice was cold. "My wife isn't used to Mr. Wei's way of treating her to a meal."

"Mr. Ji isn't Mrs. Ji. How Do I know she doesn't like it?" Wei Yong looked at Ji Yan with a smile and said, "I consider myself a gentleman and considerate. There has never been a female companion who said that it's not good to get along with me." He paused, the smile on his face widened, and he said meaningfully, "All aspects of the experience are outstanding." As he said that, he tilted his head and looked past Ji Yan's body at Shen Hanxing behind him.

"Don't compare my wife with your women," Ji Yan's face darkened. He said mockingly, "Since you want to have dinner with my wife, are you planning on preparing a bouquet of roses and letting the reporters take pictures of you having dinner together?"

Wei Yong was capable of doing such a thing. Therefore, Ji Yan's words were both a warning and a taunt to Wei Yong.

Wei Yong smiled and did not mind Ji Yan's taunts. "If Mrs. Ji is willing to do me the honor, a bouquet of roses is probably not enough. At the very least, it needs to be roses in the entire restaurant."

Ji Yan usually looked cold, but his reaction was big as it was related to Shen Hanxing.

Shen Hanxing pressed her temples and looked at Ji Yan, who was seething with anger. She directly held his hand and said to Wei Yong, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Mr. Wei. Unfortunately, I don't like roses, and I don't like candlelit dinners." She paused and added, "Of course, I don't like old men either."

Wei Yong's eyes immediately widened. "Old? Are you talking about me? I'm only thirty-five this year!" He was indignant. "Thirty-five is the most mature and charming age for a man. How can you say I'm an old man!" To achieve his current achievements at the age of thirty-five, he should have been one of a kind in the world. Yet someone like Ji Yan had taken his limelight. Ji Yan took over the Ji Corporation at the age of nineteen, and he even made the Ji corporation flourish. Ji Yan was a few years younger than him, but Ji Yan's achievements seemed to be on the verge of surpassing his!

Even so, Wei Yong was still unwilling to give up. He even blew a kiss at Shen Hanxing in front of Ji Yan. "Mrs. Ji might not understand the charm of a man my age. That is something a man less than 30 years old can not have."

Ji Yan, who was not even 30 years old, glanced at Wei Yong. His gaze was cold and icy.