She was furious and immediately unleashed a deluxe "never see each other again" combo, smoothly blocking and deleting him. She even mentally cursed the scoundrel with circles, and, as if those circles weren't enough, she also drew a few polygons and triangular prisms.
After calming down, Ji Mingshu thought that since Cen Sen's path had been blocked, perhaps she could still make a breakthrough through Pei Xiyan.
The little one is still young, and with a few coaxing words, she'll probably tell him everything, like "how he met Cen Sen" and "what Cen Sen actually said when he told them to keep their distance."
She could also brainwash the boy and tell him not to listen to Cen Sen's nonsense.
But to her utter surprise, Pei Xiyan was incredibly principled. He had promised Cen Sen to keep his distance from her, and he absolutely refused any physical contact with her, rarely even making eye contact, let alone trying to persuade her. During the recording of the program, whenever he saw her make any attempt to get closer, he would automatically avoid her.
Ji Mingshu was furious.
The only saving grace was that this deliberate attempt to maintain distance became less noticeable amidst Pei Xiyan's equally indifferent attitude.
He remained quiet and aloof throughout, only following instructions, putting the famous saying "do more and talk less" into practice exceptionally thoroughly.
Compared to him, Yan Yuexing is a very typical negative example. The other three members in the group combined don't talk as much as she does, but she does the least. She has to stop and catch her breath every now and then while sweeping the floor, and she also mutters and acts cute in front of the camera.
That's one thing, but not only does she not do any work, she also causes trouble.
Ji Mingshu: "What did you buy? Six thousand five? Are you crazy?"
Under the triple pressure of "financial difficulties," "you are my pillar of support," and "my child is ignoring me," Ji Mingshu quickly understood the hardships of life in just a few days.
At first, she had no concept of design budget at all. She thought that 200,000 yuan was not enough to renovate a toilet, let alone the whole house. It was a joke.
Later, she secretly asked experienced designers from other groups and also searched online for home decoration examples of ordinary families, only to find out that the funding provided by the program was already within a reasonable range.
Moreover, she spent several days visiting building materials and furniture markets, and only after wandering around the markets herself did she realize that many materials were not as expensive as she had thought. Including soft furnishings, if you don't pursue classic works and limited-edition products from famous furniture designers, there is actually a lot of room for choice.
In just a few days, Miss Ji, who is extravagant about everything, has already made a long Excel spreadsheet for the 200,000 yuan renovation fund, meticulously calculating down to the single digit, and repeatedly emphasizing to her team members not to buy any impractical decorations or decorations that do not match the design plan.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yuexing disregarded teamwork and brought back a carpet that cost 6,500 yuan.
Faced with Ji Mingshu's questioning that was on the verge of a fight, she still acted innocent and said, "It's a rug, don't you think it's beautiful? It's a limited edition designed by a very famous designer this year, and there's only this last one left in the home furnishing market."
Ji Mingshu could tell which company designed it with just one glance, and without even looking up, he said, "Return it."
"Why return it? This rug is so versatile. It would give the living room sofa a really postmodern feel."
During her first recording, Ji Mingshu criticized her aesthetic sense for being too much like a rural socialite. Yan Yuexing was very unconvinced and went back to study hard for a few days. Now she often utters words like "postmodern" and "high saturation," which sound like very artistic at first glance.
Ji Mingshu didn't care that the camera was still on. She just felt dizzy and her heart was pounding. She started to berate him.
"Can you shut up? Do you even know what postmodernism is? This is utter bullshit!"
She picked up the rug and threw it in front of Yan Yuexing. "If you don't understand, then talk less and do more. Did you even graduate from university? Are the songs you sing your own original compositions? Do you even have the most basic respect for original design? A brand that's been boycotted by the fashion industry and can't enter the Chinese market is stubbornly sticking to its ways and collaborating with a furniture manufacturer to sell a lousy rug for 6,500 yuan. And the worst part is that there's someone like you, a half-baked expert, genuinely praising it?"
It's so infuriating I could laugh.
Yan Yuexing was immediately stunned by the mockery.
Feng Yan wanted to play peacemaker, but before he could finish saying "Forget it, forget it," Ji Mingshu interrupted him directly, "It can't be counted."
She stared at Yan Yuexing coldly and said, "Either you go and return this carpet now, or you take the cash refund. In short, my work doesn't need this kind of garbage that's being boycotted by everyone!"
She meticulously calculated the costs using an Excel spreadsheet, not to waste them on something like this.
This little girl still wants to play tricks on her? Go eat shit!
After working together for several days, everyone on set, including the crew members, understood—
The amateur designers in other groups were just peripheral figures, and they had to subtly deal with the strange and illogical ideas of the celebrity guests from time to time.
The designer in this group is the real backbone, completely overwhelming the team in terms of ability and presence, and is practically the undisputed leader in the group.
Feng Yan and Pei Xiyan basically did whatever she asked them to do. Yan Yuexing was a bit of a troublemaker, but she couldn't compete with the designer at all and always ended up being the one to suffer.
She wanted to act like a diva, but Pei Xiyan was just sitting there obediently waiting to be assigned tasks, and she didn't have the qualifications to be taken seriously by the production team. The directors simply ignored her.
Therefore, without a doubt, Ji Mingshu has won this carpet battle in every aspect.
Yan Yuexing, feeling wronged, carried the carpet to the home furnishing market to return it, muttering a lot of Bai Lian quotes to the camera along the way.
However, Ji Mingshu didn't have time to manage so much. The renovation project was on a tight schedule, and she needed to adjust and control every aspect.
All her previous works, including the conceptual works she created while studying, did not require her personal involvement in implementation, which was somewhat like theoretical discussions without practical application.
This was her first time doing a more lifestyle-oriented interior design, and also her first time actually participating in the renovation after completing the design drawings.
She was distracted during the first two episodes, but once she got into the zone, she became completely absorbed.
For lunch, they ate boxed meals prepared by the production team. Although the meals had a good balance of vegetables and meat, they weren't exactly presentable in their plastic containers. Adding to this, the house, which was under renovation, was dusty and smelled terrible, so Ji Mingshu had absolutely no appetite.
While everyone else was eating, Ji Mingshu was still testing the soundproofing materials in the music room.
When she came out of the music room, her vision went blank for a moment. It took her about four or five seconds to recover from her stiff state.
Ji Mingshu rubbed her temples, feeling like something was wrong with her body. Lately, she had been experiencing dizziness and nausea from time to time, somewhat like the symptoms of early pregnancy.
But she and Cen Sen hadn't done it in a long time, and they used protection the last time they did it. Plus, she had her period recently, so it's unlikely she's pregnant.
She went to the balcony to breathe some fresh air, and suddenly remembered that Yan Yuexing often complained that the house smelled bad and that there might be formaldehyde poisoning her. She felt a little uneasy.
Products like wall paint are sponsored items. She searched online and found that they are all nationally certified environmentally friendly, but who can really say for sure about these things?
Ji Mingshu probably hadn't heard the saying "If you ask Baidu, you'll find out all the problems; if you ask Baidu again, you're doomed." Being as timid as a sparrow, he not only didn't dare to see a doctor, but he also went online to search for his body's reactions.
After searching, her face turned pale, and she became increasingly uneasy.
In the days that followed, Ji Mingshu lost her appetite and couldn't sleep well. She spent her days running around construction sites and building material markets, and she visibly lost weight. No one knew what she was thinking when she lay alone in bed late at night.
A week passed quickly, and Cen Sen finally returned home.
While waiting at the airport, he saw the brand of the bag that Ji Mingshuping usually carries, so he went in and bought a new one.
Cen Sen's original plan was to return to the capital first and talk to the old man about the An family.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, Zhou Jiaheng called and said, "President Cen, your wife fainted at the recording of the program and was rushed to a nearby hospital half an hour ago."
"knew."
He didn't even leave the airport; he flew straight to Changsha.
Ji Mingshu suddenly fainted while moving furniture. She felt dizzy and nauseous, and then saw a flash of white light before collapsing to the ground unconscious.
The production team rushed her to the hospital and notified the contact person she had filled out.
The contact person she filled in was Zhou Jiaheng.
As Cen Sen's assistant, he was about a hundred times more reliable than Cen Sen himself; his phone was always online and always connected.
He arrived at the hospital half an hour after receiving the notification.
But Ji Mingshu remained unconscious.
Ji Mingshu slept soundly until dusk, when the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the French windows, casting an orange-red glow, and finally slowly opened his eyes.
After about a minute or two, she gradually regained consciousness and realized that she had suddenly fainted and ended up in the hospital.
Her eyes darted around and she saw Cen Sen standing by the bed, her heart sinking.
Even Cen Sen came.
Realizing she was awake, Cen Sen walked back to the bedside and said without changing his expression, "She's awake."
Ji Mingshu didn't speak, her face expressionless, neither sad nor happy. After a thousand struggles and ten thousand reluctances in her heart, she still calmly asked, "What's wrong with me?"
Cen Sen remained silent.
"It's okay, go ahead and tell me, I can handle it."
Ji Mingshu lowered her eyelashes, one hand receiving an IV drip, the other clenched into a fist under the blanket. Thinking of the countries she hadn't visited, the delicacies she hadn't tasted, and the platinum bags she hadn't collected, she felt a dull ache in her heart. She was even struggling with whether or not to undergo chemotherapy, wondering if it would make her look ugly.
"..."
"I was hungry."
Chapter 32
As the honey-colored sunset outside the window sank lower and lower, Cen Sen stood in front of the hospital bed, his shadow growing longer and longer.
Ji Mingshu was stunned for a few seconds. When she realized the meaning of Cen Sen's two words, her heart, which had been hanging on the edge of a cliff, was suddenly pulled back, and her icy hands and feet gradually warmed up.
But looking at Cen Sen's expression again, for some reason, I felt that there was a sense of condescending mockery about him.
She silently pulled the blanket up, trying to cover her head.
Unfortunately, with one hand still receiving an IV drip, she tripped over the edge of the blanket, which then touched the needle. Her attempt to hunch over failed, and she couldn't help but hiss softly and gasp for breath.
Cen Sen watched her quietly, his expression indifferent. Seeing that she couldn't get the IV tube out of her body for a long time, he stepped forward, pulled back the blanket, and steadied the IV stand. Then, he slowly pressed the automatic lifting button, allowing her to sit up.
Cen Sen: "Eat something first."
Ji Mingshu followed his gaze to the bedside table and noticed a thermos and medical records on it.
She picked up the medical record and glanced at it. She couldn't understand the technical terms, but the words "hypoglycemia" were still very clear.
"..."
So she really did faint from hunger, which doesn't seem much more reasonable than cancer.
Ji Mingshu lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, and then stiffly put down the thin paper.
This is so embarrassing...
The ward was large, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering a wide view, but the silence between the two made the air feel cramped and awkward.
Ji Mingshu acted like a little baby who had done something wrong and was obediently admitting his mistake. He placed both hands on his flat belly and gently picked at his nails. He didn't look up or make eye contact with Cen Sen the whole time.
But today, Cen Sen was not as impatient as usual. He even raised the bedside table, poured porridge, and tested the temperature. He was only one step away from being a perfect husband: personally coaxing and feeding the porridge.
This was completely different from what Ji Mingshu had imagined—that he would answer the phone and go back to the company as soon as she woke up. For a moment, she didn't dare to scratch her nails and didn't dare to move at all.
"Drink a little, it's not hot."
Ji Mingshu nodded, swallowed a few mouthfuls of porridge with difficulty as if there was poison in it, and quickly put down the spoon.
"Can't drink it?"
"Hmm..." Ji Mingshu wanted to say, "Can you go out and stop staring at me?" but the words that came out were awkward flattery, "This tastes so-so, not as good as what you make."
She had barely finished speaking when she remembered that Cen Sen had never cooked porridge for her, so she quickly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"
"It's just low blood sugar, it can happen anytime."