New name to learn:
徐曼 - Xu Man
Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5881048
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
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A group of people approached.
Wen Ruoxian noticed the woman by the car, her expression changed, and the smile on her lips froze instantly.
"Qingluo?" Song Yulan though t she had just arrived, so she smiled at Wen Ruoxian and introduced her politely, "Oh, President Wen, this is my daughter."
Song Qingluo, who was called by name, calmed down, and without waiting for Wen Ruoxian to say anything, she smiled and said hello: "Hello, President Wen."
It turns out, her surname is "Wen".
Arts? Smell?*
*Song Qingluo was trying to guess what Chinese character was used for the surname 'Wen', it's the second one.
1. 文- arts, language, culture, writing, formal, literary, gentle, (old) classifier for coins / Kangxi radical 67
2. 闻- to hear, smell, news, well-known, famous, reputation, fame, to sniff at
That night, the streetlights had limited brightness, and Song Qing Luo couldn't see clearly. But now, the parking lot lights were right above their head, and they were overly bright, illuminating the woman completely.
She was slightly taller than Ms. Song, with black hair pulled to the side of her ears. Her apricot-colored suit jacket was clean and elegant. Her earrings and necklace were both simple and classic in style. Her delicate and cool facial features were not prominent but comfortable to look at. From head to toe, she exuded a gentle and restrained temperament.
The makeup on her face also seemed to have been disciplined, with a balance between a bit of boldness and avoiding excessive extravagance, all within a stable frame.
"Hello."
Wen Ruoxian smiled and nodded, observing her calmly.
Few people could pull off silver-gray hair with such striking features, making it hard to forget. However, with the makeup subdued, she couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity when looking at her.
Could it be that they had met somewhere even earlier?
Wen Ruoxian didn't dwell on it. She had originally thought that the minor incident from that night was just an accident and that it was in the past. But now, with this new connection, things had become awkward—how could she have known that she was the daughter of such an important client?
After some pleasantries, the two parties said goodbye to each other.
Song Qingluo followed her mother into the car, quietly opened the curtains, and watched the woman walking towards another car through the gap.
Jiang D SR220
Their own car left the underground parking lot first.
The street scenes outside the window rapidly receded. Song Qingluo turned her head, almost twisting her neck, until the car exited the parking lot in the opposite direction, and only then did she withdraw her gaze.
"Mom."
"Mm?"
"What project were you discussing today?"
"Translation company signed a long-term cooperation contract." After Song Yulan replied to the message, she put down her phone and looked at her in surprise, "Why are you suddenly interested in these things?"
Song Qingluo didn't answer. "That President Wen just now?"
"Yes."
"What's her name?"
"Wen Ruoxian."
"Do you have a business card?"
As soon as she said these words, Song Yulan's expression turned subtle.
She pursed her lips and smiled, took out the business card holder from her bag, flipped through it, took out one of the cards, and handed it over solemnly, "Yes."
A small business card with fine and thick paper, a plain off-white background on the front, the company logo engraved on the upper right corner, and only two or three lines of text introduction on the left side, simple and elegant.
Wen, Ruo, Xian.
Yisheng Technology, President*, phone number…
*The term used is 总经理 (Zǒng jīnglǐ), which translates to general or overall manager (I think I translated this as GM on FTBT), but its english equivalent is more on CEO/President/Managing Director.
Song Qingluo silently repeated the name, quickly noted the phone number, turned it over, and on the back was a vintage emerald, with several capital letters engraved - MIA WEN.
Her breath stopped.
She's not sure whether it's excitement or nervousness, her temples are jumping uncontrollably.
Song Qingluo took out her phone and searched for the company's name. In the business information app, she found the legal person, but it was another name: Cheng Suran.
The partner's name is Wen Ruoxian.
Remembering that she had flipped through two pages of documents that she was not interested in, she picked them up again and continued to flip through them. The first two pages introduce the basic information about the company, and the third page shows the founders, Cheng Suran and Wen Ruoxian. In the photos, they are young and beautiful, with excellent resumes. Both of them are experienced simultaneous interpreters.
Song Qingluo's eyes stopped at the school where Wen Ruoxian graduated.
Bachelor's degree, Jiangcheng University of Foreign Studies, Master's degree, Mainz-Germersheim School of Translation and Interpreting in Germany.
The same German name, the same master's school, all the traces overlapped in her mind, and that face that originally bore six to seven points resemblance also became completely identical.
The torrent of memories surged...
That year, Song Qingluo was eighteen years old, recently admitted to the English Royal Conservatory's violin program, and attending a different school from Shi Chuning. One day, Song Qingluo went to Shi Chuning's school to visit her, coincidentally, the European University Student Debate Championship Masters' Division final was taking place. Out of curiosity, the two of them quietly went to watch.
Outside the fence of the semi-open-air auditorium, Song Qingluo met Wen Ruoxian for the first time.
Among the many white students, her Asian face stood out. Her thick, shiny black hair is tied low on the back of her head, her nose is high and delicate, and she wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She appeared calm, composed, and poised.
It was hard not to notice her.
On the high platform, she was calm and focused, thinking clearly, and her voice was gentle but powerful. She made several speeches that left the other party unable to refute.
In the end, she and her teammates won the championship on behalf of Germany.
After seeing her for the first time, Song Qingluo remembered her deeply and asked her friends to ask around. All they knew was that her German name was Mia, that she was Chinese, and that she was studying for a master's degree at the Mainz-Germersheim School of Translation and Interpreting.
The passionate love of young people is like a raging fire. Once it burns, it has the potential to start a prairie fire.
In one year, Song Qingluo searched the circle of international students and went to her school in Germany three times, but returned without success each time. Until the end of summer when she was nineteen years old, Song Qingluo and her classmates went to Berlin to perform. In the evening of free activities, she walked to the mall alone and encountered a terrorist armed with a gun.
She remembers that evening vividly. The twilight was beautiful, but when the gunshot rang out, people panicked and fled. She huddled in a corner, her arm cut by flying glass shards, blood flowing uncontrollably.
That was the closest she had come to death.
She even thought that seeing the person she was looking for was an illusion.
With a bare face, black hair tied low, and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose... She remained calm, gentle, and unhurried as she led her to safety, removed a scarf to bandage her wound, and took her to the hospital.
Then she disappeared from her world without leaving a single word.
Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5881048
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
Song Qingluo held the documents and business card, her hands trembling slightly.
It was quiet in the car.
"Qingluo, what's wrong?" Song Yulan noticed her daughter's unusual state and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Song Qingluo suddenly grabbed her hand, "Mom, are you familiar with President Wen? How do you know her? Is this the first time you've worked together?
Sitting in the passenger seat, Secretary Yao chuckled.
"At last year's cross-industry forum and business exchange, I collaborated with President Wen twice. It was a friend who introduced her to me. We can't say we're very familiar, but in terms of work, I feel she's a particularly stable and reliable person. You can trust her completely," Song Yulan said in a calm tone, smiling as she observed her daughter's expression."
Song Qingluo's eyes flickered and she asked, "Why haven't I heard you mention her?"
"But you never ask about these things either."
She had never been interested in the family business, and she was even more annoyed by the strict formalities of business meetings. Her mother was right; she had never inquired about these things, and in doing so, she had inadvertently missed out on a year of her life.
"You seem to be very interested in President Wen." Song Yulan probed.
"No," Song Qingluo quickly denied, returning the documents and business card to her. "I was just asking casually."
On the same road in the opposite direction, there was a queue in front of the intersection.
Wen Ruoxian sat in the car and closed her eyes to relax.
It started to rain outside, and the dense water droplets spattered on the window. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely harsh in the quiet and confined space, disturbing her.
She opened her eyes and looked at the rain outside the window.
Her thoughts were still lingering on what had just happened.
The silver-haired woman, the fiery red motorcycle, President Song's daughter... all these connections gave her a sense of getting involved in 'trouble'.
Especially those playful eyes.
That night, the woman suddenly asked her name. She thought it was strange at the time, but she didn't think much about it. Looking back on today's coincidental encounter and knowing the other person's true identity, it still feels weird.
But she can't figure it out.
The Song family was in the pharmaceutical business, a large multinational corporation with significant influence locally and nationally. She had only collaborated as an interpreter with President Song twice, and they weren't particularly close. In the future, they would only have professional interactions, with no reason for any overlap with the Song family's daughter.
Thinking this way, her heart relaxed.
Busy work made Wen Ruoxian quickly forget about this matter.
She has been on a business trip for four or five days in a row, visiting three cities. While promoting the company's new project. She also had to take care of her personal translation work, so she had no time to think wildly.
On Wednesday afternoon, Wen Ruoxian returned to Jiangcheng.
After several days of rainy weather, the sky had finally cleared.
The autumn air was crisp, and the sunlight was bright as she sat in the car and enjoyed the cityscape.
The company is located on the 16th floor of the Central Building on the south bank of the river. She co-founded it with a friend three years ago. It had grown from just the two of them to over two hundred employees. Their progress had been steady, and the company was on a rapid upward trajectory.
The whole floor is more than 800 square meters, the front hall is open and bright, and four front desk staff are in charge.
"I thought it was some celebrity who came to shoot here..."
"So, people can really look so good with white hair in real life."
"As a girl, I feel like I'm being seduced. Oh, I'm not lesbian, am I?"
During afternoon tea time, several staff members were chatting in the pantry. Wen Ruoxian passed by the door and keenly caught the word "lesbian" and slowed down her pace.
One person came out holding a cup and happened to see her. "...Hello, President Wen."
The discussion stopped abruptly.
Wen Ruoxian nodded and went straight to the office.
Assistant Xu Man was sitting at her workstation and had just hung up the phone. She returned to the company half a day earlier than Wen Ruoxian to finish the new project and organize the materials for the afternoon meeting.
"President Wen."
"Is there anyone who came to the company today?" Wen Ruoxian took the documents Xu Man handed to her.
As she flipped through the papers and entered her office, she sat on the couch and continued, "I just passed by the pantry, and I overheard them discussing the woman with white hair, saying she looks very attractive, like a celebrity."
Xu Man brought in a pre-prepared fruit tea. "Oh, it's the new administrative department clerk. She's quite pretty and fashionable, and her hair... well, it's more like silver, not exactly white."
"Silver hair?" Wen Ruoxian raised her eyes.
Familiar qualities appear in memory.
Under the streetlights at night, the fiery red motorcycle, the silver-haired woman. In the parking lot, Miss Song's daughter.
She suddenly had an intuition…
It couldn't be.
"Show me her resume."
"Okay."
Xu Man set her teacup down and made an internal phone call. In a short while, she received the electronic resume from the HR department and forwarded it to Wen Ruoxian. "President Wen, it's in your email now."
Wen Ruoxian took out her mobile phone and clicked on the new email.
A blue background ID photo came into view.
The woman in the photo had deep-set features, and even without makeup, she couldn't hide the intense charm between her eyebrows. Her features were both delicate and enticing, and her black hair added a touch of elegance.
This face couldn't belong to anyone else but President Song's daughter.
Wen Ruoxian suddenly felt her scalp tingling.
Her gaze moved downward. Song Qingluo, twenty-five years old, undergraduate education, graduated from the Royal Academy of Music in the United Kingdom, majoring in violin. She had been with a big company since her internship... It was an overly perfect resume, wasted on a clerical position.
Even if she didn't know her identity and just looked at her resume, Wen Ruoxian could roughly judge that this type of person is here to experience life and have fun.
What’s more, she is the daughter of an important client.
If a young lady wants to experience life, she should go to her own home. There is no reason to come to a company as young as theirs.
What is she playing?
She was puzzled.
A throbbing sensation in her temples, followed by a wave of exhaustion, overcame her. Her mind had been working in overdrive these days, and even a slight distraction would result in a severe headache.
"President Wen, it's almost four o'clock." Xu Man reminded her loudly.
"Mm."
There was a meeting later, and Wen Ruoxian put aside the matter for the time being and concentrated on her work.
When she came out of the conference room, it was already dark.
Everyone who is supposed to get off work gets off work, and she who is supposed to work overtime has to work overtime.
Soon she was the only one left on the entire floor.
As the clock ticked towards seven-thirty, Wen Ruoxian turned off the computer, got up, and left. It was already dark, and it was gloomy outside. Only the office of the administrative department was still lit.
A woman sat at a desk by the window on the right side, writing something.
The surroundings were very quiet, and the scratching of the pen on paper made a rustling sound. The bright light illuminated her silver hair, sparkling like moonlight.
Wen Ruoxian stopped in her tracks.
The other woman suddenly looked up.
Author's Note:
Xiao Qingluo: Plan successful, yay √
Wen-jiejie: (I have an ominous premonition)
PS: There was a little easter egg left in the previous chapter, and several cuties only guessed half of it. Yes, it was Wen-jiejie’s license plate number!!
