Chapter 60: The Step-Mother-to-Be is About to Meet the Biological Mother

After getting everything settled, Wen Jianan made a video call to her family. After showing Tan Fang the environment of her new place, Tan Fang expressed her relief and proceeded to heap praises on Cheng He once again.

"Little Cheng is such a considerate young man in everything he does."

Wen Jianan smiled without a word, used the excuse of needing to wash up and rest, and hung up the phone.

Early the next morning, Wen Jianan arrived at Ogilvy to report for duty.

An HR representative received her and subsequently led her to the director's office.

The director of Ogilvy's account department was named Liang Jing. She was a stylish urban elite and also Wen Jianan's direct supervisor.

In joining Ogilvy this time, Wen Jianan assumed the position of Team Leader for Account Group One.

Ogilvy not only handled advertising and marketing but also managed public relations, brand strategy, and more. Since its founding, the company had grown to become one of the industry leaders.

After a brief chat in the office with Director Liang Jing, she led Wen Jianan to the office area of Group One and introduced her to the team members.

"This is our new Group Leader Wen. Let's welcome her."

Liang Jing was concise and led the applause, which others quickly followed.

Wen Jianan glanced over roughly. During her conversation with Liang Jing in the office, she had learned that Group One, including herself, had a total of eight people. At its peak, the team handled dozens of projects running concurrently.

Hearing this, Wen Jianan involuntarily drew a sharp breath.

She knew that Ogilvy's work pace was fast, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense.

"Scared?" Liang Jing raised her head, looking at Wen Jianan with a half-smile.

"Not really. Give me some time, and I can adapt," Wen Jianan spoke the truth.

"Then you better adapt as quickly as possible. Ogilvy doesn't feed idlers."

Liang Jing withdrew her smile, speaking in a strictly businesslike tone.

Wen Jianan took a deep breath, cheering herself up internally.

On her first day at work, she had no major tasks. She spent her time getting to know her department colleagues, understanding the team's current business operations, and cooperating with the HR department to smoothly complete the onboarding procedures.

Fortunately, although Ogilvy was a large company, the department colleagues were not as cold and ruthless as Wen Jianan had imagined; they were actually quite easy to get along with.

At noon, Wen Jianan planned to go downstairs for lunch by herself, but she happened to run into Liang Jing, who was also waiting for the elevator.

"Going for lunch?"

Liang Jing's fingers were tapping rapidly across her phone screen. Catching sight of her, she paused to ask.

Wen Jianan nodded.

Liang Jing casually suggested, "Together?"

Out of a desire to build a good relationship with her new colleagues and leader, Wen Jianan did not refuse.

During the elevator ride down, they discussed and decided on a nearby Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.

Liang Jing ordered rice with scrambled eggs and honey-glazed barbecued pork.

Wen Jianan didn't have much of an appetite, so she ordered a lemon tea and a sandwich.

While waiting for the food, Wen Jianan noticed that Liang Jing kept staring at her.

Somewhat surprised, she touched her face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"I feel like I might have seen you somewhere before," Liang Jing did not hide it.

However, she couldn't remember where.

Wen Jianan was even more taken aback by this, because she had no recollection of ever meeting Liang Jing.

Her memory had always been quite good; if she had truly met Liang Jing before, she likely wouldn't have forgotten.

The two of them each searched their minds, and the conclusion they reached was that they indeed had never met.

Liang Jing said with a trace of vexation, "Then I must have remembered incorrectly."

Wen Jianan rolled her eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Perhaps we crossed paths at some advertising summit."

"That makes sense."

The waiter served the food. After finishing their meal, the two returned to the company.

During the lunch break, Wen Jianan replied to messages from her family, friends, and Cheng He.

Originally, he had wanted to personally drive Wen Jianan to work this morning, but because today was the day the bone marrow matching results would come out, neither Ogilvy nor Wen Jianan's residence was on the way to the hospital, so Wen Jianan hadn't let him come.

Opening the chat window, she saw Cheng He write that their family's matching results were all unsuitable, and Wen Jianan's heart sank a little.

: How could this happen? What are your plans for the future? Do the doctors have any suggestions?

Wen Jianan asked three questions in a row, unable to hide her worry.

After all, this was a vibrant life; she didn't want to experience something like what happened to the old director of the orphanage again.

Clutching her phone, she sat on pins and needles.

After a while, Cheng He replied: I have already contacted Xiaofeng's mother and asked her to come back for a bone marrow match.

That meant Wen Jianan, the prospective stepmother, was about to run into Cheng Zifeng's biological mother.

Wen Jianan felt inexplicably nervous, but upon second thought, she realized that wasn't what mattered most.

She edited a message and sent it: Is Xiaofeng's mother willing?

Cheng He replied quickly: She is abroad. There is a time difference, and she hasn't returned yet.

Wen Jianan didn't say anything further. After all, this was the business of their family of three, and she had no right to interfere. If she said too much, she couldn't be sure Xiaofeng's mother would feel pleased about it.

Just as Wen Jianan was about to exit WeChat, she received another message from Cheng Zifeng.

He asked if Wen Jianan had come to Yan City, when she would go to see him, and that he missed her very much.

Thinking of this child—who at this age should have been growing up carefree on a school campus, but was now trapped by illness in a cold hospital, losing his vitality and vigor.

Wen Jianan felt a pang of sorrow, so she replied to him that she would go over tonight after work.

Cheng Zifeng seemed very happy, sending several emoticons expressing excitement in a row.

Wen Jianan soothed him with a couple of sentences.

In the afternoon shift, Wen Jianan's main task was still familiarizing herself with the company's development and business over the past year.

At first, she was serious, reading every single word without missing anything.

As she read on, sleepiness crept up on her, and she began to feel somewhat fatigued—until she saw two familiar words: Quantum.

It was as if, while she was dozing off, someone had set off a firecracker right by her ear; with a loud boom, the sleepiness was startled awake and fled in panic.

Wen Jianan felt as though only her shell remained, while her soul had no idea where it had run off to.

Not far away at his workstation, team member Li Yuan noticed her abnormal reaction and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianan recovered half a beat later and pulled her over to ask.

"That's right, it's Quantum. Ogilvy is their PR agency. What's wrong?"

Li Yuan didn't know what was so shocking about this.

Yet Wen Jianan simply hadn't expected that even here, she would still run into something related to Quantum.

Detecting her own loss of composure from Li Yuan's gaze, Wen Jianan forced herself to calm down.

"It's nothing," Wen Jianan forced the corners of her mouth into a curve. "Go ahead and get busy. I'll read a bit more."

Li Yuan uttered an "oh" and walked away.

Wen Jianan muddled through until the end of the workday, and as she was leaving, she ran into Liang Jing again.

She smiled and asked, "How is it? Are you adapting?"

"It's alright," Wen Jianan returned the smile, thinking to herself that she hadn't been busy at all today, so there was no reason not to adapt.

The next second, Liang Jing's smile deepened, carrying some kind of profound meaning.

"Then you'll need to work hard starting tomorrow."

Wen Jianan didn't catch her meaning for a moment and vaguely responded with an affirmative.

The elevator arrived. Just as Wen Jianan was preparing to step in with Liang Jing, she realized she seemed to have forgotten her keys.

She rummaged through her bag: "I didn't take my keys. Director Liang, you go ahead."

"Oh, alright."