Ling Han's words of "You have to go" destined Ye Huanyan's "trip" to be extraordinary.
Fortunately, Ling Han and Sheng Anran's plane was full. At least they didn't have to look at their faces on the road, which Ye Huanyan felt very gratified.
After confirming the flight information again before getting off work, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the lights, closed the door, and clocked out. The lights in Ling Han's office were still on. She didn't want to ask for trouble, so she tiptoed away.
After she left, the sound of a phone call rang in Ling Han's office.
"Confirm Ye Huanyan's flight information."
"…"
"Just change with any artist."
"…"
After work, Ye Huanyan didn't return to the villa in Jinjiang Court.
Ever since that night in Jinjiangyuan, Ye Huanyan had dispelled the idea of moving back to live with him.
The day before, she came out of the hospital and went straight to Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan's house in Dongcheng District.
It was said that Ling Dongming bought that house when he married Wen Qingwan. Later, Jiang Meilan and Ye Huanyan moved in. In her memory, Jiang Meilan mentioned several times that she wanted to change houses, but Ling Dongming refused on the grounds that he was used to living here.
Although there were a lot of properties under her name, Jiang Meilan couldn't leave her husband and live in another house alone. In the end, she had no choice but to live here.
Now that she stepped into the house again, Ye Huanyan felt a little cold all over.
After Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan passed away, the house was empty. The aunties who helped cook and clean here were all dismissed, leaving an empty house and a house full of old things that were covered up.
After returning from work, Ye Huanyan was a little tired. She turned on the lights in the whole house, then sat on the sofa in the living room wrapped in a blanket. However, when she closed her eyes, her mind was full of nightmares.
She woke up many times that night. She always felt that there seemed to be a figure in the corner of the house.
Just like that, the night passed in a muddle-headed manner. The next day was clear, destined to be good weather for a trip. Early in the morning, Ye Huanyan was woken up by the sound of the whistle at the door.
The person who came was Ling Han's new assistant, Xiaodong. He stood at the door in a suit.
When Ye Huanyan saw Xiaodong from the surveillance camera at the door, her expression froze. She hesitated for a moment before opening the door.
"Secretary Ye, President Ling asked me to take you to the airport."
"Come in and have a seat first. I still have some things to pack. Wait for me for a while."
"No need, I'll wait at the door."
Xiaodong looked a little uneasy.
"It's fine. Sit anywhere you like. There's no one else in the house."
Ye Huanyan smiled faintly and turned around to grab a pair of slippers at the entrance, looking very courteous.
Xiaodong couldn't refuse. He changed into slippers and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"Secretary Ye, your house is so big."
Although he could tell that Ye Huanyan's family background was extraordinary from her usual clothes and accessories, this was the first time he saw such a beautiful villa. The retro European-style decoration and the color of the furniture were a little dull, but there was a feeling of a long history. It was very classical and elegant.
"It's okay. I'm usually the only one at home, so there's nothing good about it."
Ye Huanyan poured a cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table. "I only have plain water here. Do you mind?"
"Thank you..."
Xiaodong quickly got up and thanked her.
"You're welcome. I'll go and pack first. Sit for a while. If you're bored, you can walk around."
Ye Huanyan was not worried that the new assistant would find anything. This place was remote, and no one in the company knew that this was where Ling Dongming lived.
After Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan passed away, this place was cleaned up. Most of the things that belonged to them were sealed in the attic on the third floor. This house was originally going to be sold, but Ling Han didn't sell it. It was probably because he knew about his mother.
Xiaodong was a polite and reserved person. Although Ye Huanyan said that he could walk around, he still didn't move. He just sat quietly on the sofa in the living room. This was what he had been taught since he was young. When he went to other people's houses, he shouldn't casually look at other people's things.
Ye Huanyan quickly packed up and came out. She wore a simple white sweater, blue jeans, and white sneakers under a gray-blue coat. She looked very fresh.
Because the company's group trip was set to be in Bali, the weather there was hot, unlike Lanjiang City, which had entered an extremely cold winter. She put the clothes she would change into on the plane in her bag.
Although Dongcheng District was located in a remote area, it was very close to Lan Jiang Airport. It was only a fifteen-minute drive. After Xiaodong helped to carry the suitcase, he was in a hurry to rush back to the company. She was the only one left. She took a deep breath and pulled the suitcase to the check-in counter to exchange for a boarding pass.
"You're flying to Bali. Do you check your luggage?"
"Yes, please give me a seat by the window."
"Okay."
After getting the boarding pass, she glanced at the time and her expression froze. "Isn't the flight at 10: 30? Why is it 10: 00 now? "
The ticket information was correct. She had to carry her bag and rush to the boarding gate. Fortunately, she made it in time.
"Messier 84 …" After sitting in her seat, she looked at the information on the boarding pass and frowned. Was it this flight? Why did it feel different from the one she saw last night?
Just as she was thinking, she heard a playful voice behind her. It sounded familiar.
Her face froze. She slowly turned around and saw three people in a row behind her. They were clearly third-rate artists under Pleasure. She had been looking for a seat with her head down and didn't notice them at all.
"Eh, Secretary Ye?" An artist in the back seat recognized Ye Huanyan with a sharp eye. His face was full of surprise.
"You're on the same flight as us?"
Ye Huanyan nodded embarrassedly. She turned around and took out her mobile phone to call the colleague who had helped her book the ticket yesterday.
The artist who spoke was called Rui Xue. She could only be regarded as a third-rate artist in the company. She was young and had just signed the contract the year before last. She had met Ye Huanyan a few times. As for the two beside her, they could only be regarded as invisible people. They only played some small supporting roles in TV shows and movies. If they didn't have a chance to become popular, their contracts would not be renewed when they expired.
The company never wasted resources on these invisible people. They could only rely on themselves to find ways, such as connecting with some financial backers or getting along better with the first and second sisters in the company.
"Can I trouble you to take your bag?"
A cold voice sounded beside her, interrupting Ye Huanyan's action of making a phone call.
She was slightly stunned. Following the sound, she looked up and saw a deep three-dimensional face full of exotic charm. It was Guan Nai. Guan Nai was the female star in the company, second only to Sheng Enran. She had the passionate face of a minority ethnic group, but she put on a cold look every day.
It was also because of this frosty style that in the hearts of her fans, she had the title of "Cold Beauty".
This was not the persona the company gave her. She was a very maverick person. It was said that her family was very rich. She came to the entertainment circle just for fun. When she signed Pleasure, it was when Ling Dongming was there. As for her specific situation, probably not many people knew about it except for her agent.
At this moment, this "Cold Beauty" was looking at her coldly.
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