Fu Yan brought Xia Xia back to the company. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they ran into Shen Wei who was leaving.

As they brushed past each other, Shen Wei smiled and said, "Manager Duan called me, Fu Yan. You did a good job."

The elevator door closed.

Xia Xia couldn't help but frown, "Sister Yan, why do I feel that President Shen speaks strangely?"

"You're overthinking it." Fu Yan pulled her closer, walking towards the office area. Turning back, a smile gradually froze on his face as he glanced at the descending elevator numbers, then looked away.

A woman looking at another woman is always right.

From the day Shen Wei started working, Fu Yan realized she always looked at her with a deep meaning.

However, unlike what she said, it wasn't because she was Mr. Huo's stepdaughter.

There is a vague hostility, as if it comes from nowhere.

In the evening, Ji Lin personally drove to pick up Yan from work.

Ji Lin is well-connected in the sports circle, and he's also low-key in his daily life. Not many people know him. Just looking at his comic face, standing next to a luxury car with one hand in his pocket, attracts countless stares.

"Taking advantage of your beauty to bully people, aren't you?" Fu Yan teased him.

Ji Lin smiled triumphantly and opened the back door, "Sit in the back, the co-pilot is taken."

"Oh." Fu Yan remembered that he had mentioned inviting their fencing team members for a meal.

The co-pilot sure did sit a man.

From the back, she seems pretty tall, a little slimmer than Ji Lin. She's wearing a black mask, covering half her face, with fine strands of hair falling across her forehead.

He tilted his head slightly and greeted her politely: "Hello."

"Hello."

Fu Yan's heart muttered, "This voice...doesn't it sound familiar?"

"Fine, I'm still wearing a mask in my own car. Someone would think I'm on some top-secret mission." Ji Lin buckled his seatbelt and couldn't help but grumble.

The other party obediently took off their mask, revealing one profile. Fu Yan suddenly realized, it was him.

“Do you know me?” the other person noticed Fu Yan’s gaze.

Fu Yan realized she had been impolite and politely said, "I watched your competition."

Fu Jing, a fencing Olympic champion and former national fencing team member, is a "former" member because he has retired and now stays with the team to guide his junior teammates.

Fu Yan had seen him in a post-match interview on TV, no wonder his voice sounded familiar.

Ji Lin was giggling beside her, “She’s had a thing for Olympic champions since she was little, idolizing them to no end. This is all because of that. I have to bring home at least one gold medal from the Olympics to show her.”

"When you win the Olympic gold, I'll definitely worship you and burn incense for you!" The two started to engage in a playful banter, ignoring those around them.

"Thank you!" said Ji Lin, handing Fu Yan a candy. He knew she was prone to low blood sugar and wanted to give her an energy boost.

Fu Jing couldn't help but laugh, Fu Yan gave Ji Lin a white look. What did she mean by saying that she idolized the champion? If someone overheard her, what would they think?

Is she a fangirl?

The dinner location was set at a private Chinese restaurant, built halfway up the mountainside. It boasted scenic views of both mountains and water, and even with money, one couldn't necessarily secure a coveted seat.

The esteemed Ji family is powerful and influential. When Ji Lin wanted to have a meal, the boss prepared everything in advance, with food and drinks specially designed for athletes.

"Brother, you go in first. I'll park the car with Fu Yan."

After Fu Jing got out of the car, Ji Lin asked while reversing, "How was it?"

How's it going?

"Don't play coy, I want to know what your first impression of Fu Jing was."

"He's very handsome and upright, no wonder he was chosen as a national team talent!" Fu Yan said seriously.

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