Jiang Chun: [Hahahaha, sorry, I kind of want to laugh!]
Gu Kaiyang: [???]
Gu Kaiyang: [Where is he?]
Jiang Chun: [He's probably already inside.]
Gu Kaiyang: [Alright.]
Gu Kaiyang: [True love not only has to withstand the test of decorating and traveling together, but also the test of watching a 4D movie together. Good luck, darling!]
Jiang Chun: [Hahahaha, you devil! I'm laughing so loudly, hahahahahaha!!!]
What's even more outrageous is that these two have been keeping an eye on her activities.
Jiang Chun: [Hello Quebao, it's been two hours since you posted on WeChat Moments, are you still alive?]
Gu Kaiyang: [They might be getting a divorce.]
Jiang Chun: [Pfft!]
Jiang Chun: [Don't even say anything, I can already picture you throwing the divorce papers at me! Hahahaha!!]
Ji Mingshu's face was extremely sour. Resisting the urge to curse, he sent a picture to the group chat: "[I don't talk to people who don't have a sex life.gif]"
In fact, once she posted that picture of the ticket stub on her WeChat Moments, not only was she mercilessly mocked, but Cen Sen and his childhood friends' group chat was also buzzing for a full two hours.
Shu Yang: [4D movie, hahaha, Brother Sen is absolutely amazing!]
Shu Yang: [I genuinely thought this guy, Brother Sen, had hired a boosting service to directly reach the King rank, but it turns out he's still a stubborn Bronze player!]
Jiang Che: [And he's a stubborn Bronze-level player.]
Zhao Yang: [I think I should reserve a bed for Brother Sen at our hospital, hahaha!]
Cen Sen was completely unaware of the two-hour-long mockery, and also oblivious to Ji Mingshu's tumultuous emotional journey.
In his view, although the 4D movie experience was not good, it was just a minor incident in the date.
When he got home, he saw that Ji Mingshu didn't have much of an expression, so he thought she was just a little tired. He thought he was being considerate and prepared a hot bath for her, and even added some soothing essential oil to the water.
He had originally considered taking a bath together, but after Ji Mingshu entered the bathroom with her nightgown, she locked the door without any expression. After taking a bath, she curled up on one side of the bed and quickly fell asleep, showing no intention of communicating with him.
After being ignored all night, even the slow-witted Cen Sen realized that last night's 4D movie viewing had directly led to Ji Mingshu's dissatisfaction with the date.
Moreover, her dissatisfaction is remarkably long-lasting; it can persist until the next day even without being refrigerated. The best example of this is that she woke up in the morning but didn't pester him for a good morning kiss.
Coincidentally, Cen Sen's work schedule this morning included playing golf with the general manager of a certain cinema chain to discuss the placement of Junyi Yaji advertisements at the beginning of the movie screenings.
Actually, Cen Sen didn't need to get involved in placing an advertisement. It's just that the general manager of the cinema chain was his high school classmate. He had been working in a subsidiary of the group for a few years and had recently been promoted to general manager. The two took this opportunity to catch up and lay the foundation for possible future cooperation.
During a break in the game, the other person received a work call.
Cen Sen kept thinking about Ji Mingshu, so he put down his golf club and sent Ji Mingshu a WeChat message.
Cen Sen: [Sorry, I didn't plan the date well last night. I'll make it up to you next time.]
When Ji Mingshu received this very chilling WeChat message from Cen Shi, she was still snuggled in bed, not yet out of bed. The aftereffects of last night's beating were still quite strong; her back ached, especially her shoulder blades and tailbone, which were painful to the touch.
—Do you think there will be a next time?
After typing this sentence in a fit of pique, Ji Mingshu paused, then cleared the message and rewrote it.
This was the worst dating experience I've ever had!
This sentence is better; it's angry yet slightly coquettish, using emojis to add a touch of cuteness to the accusation. Ji Mingshu read it several times and was quite satisfied before pressing send.
But Cen Sen's focus was always rather peculiar. Instead of playing along with her coquettish charm, he interrogated her like a census taker: "What other satisfying dating experiences have you had?"
Before the marriage, he had investigated Ji Mingshu and found out that Ji Mingshu had not had a serious boyfriend all these years.
However, Ji Mingshu attended university abroad, where dating culture is prevalent, and dating several people at the same time is not something to be criticized, so the possibility that she has never dated cannot be ruled out.
Ji Mingshu silently replied with a row of ellipses.
She'd been the school beauty for over a decade, with countless suitors; what's so strange about her going on a date with a guy?
Cen Sen wanted to ask more questions, but his high school classmate had already finished the call and was walking back, shaking his head and sighing as he complained three times: "It's really hard to run a movie theater these days. The platforms keep asking for discounts and subsidies every few days, and they come to me for everything, from publicity to scheduling."
Cen Sen put his phone away.
His high school classmate continued, "By the way, where were we? Oh, we were talking about your wife, right?"
He laughed, "To be honest, I really didn't expect you two to get together. I remember when we were in our senior year of high school, Ji Mingshu was only a freshman? During military training, everyone was talking about the girls who came up from the junior high. Ji Mingshu was really pretty back then. Li Tao from our dorm even wrote her a love letter."
"Oh, by the way, I also have a cousin, Zhou Zhen, who was on the school basketball team. I don't know if you remember him. Speaking of which, you two have quite a connection. For a while, he and Li Wenying were quite close, and then after we graduated, he almost started dating your wife. What a coincidence!"
"Is that so?"
Cen Sen looked at the lush green grass in the distance, his voice gentle and calm.
His high school classmate got more and more excited as he talked, as if this relationship was something worth climbing the social ladder for. "Yeah, he's a slow starter. Actually, he had his eye on Ji Mingshu as soon as she entered high school, but he never had a chance to develop the relationship. Back then, there was a line of guys chasing after your wife that stretched from the south gate to the north gate of the school. He only made his move after he heard that your wife was interested in him, but the timing wasn't right, and it didn't work out..."
Cen Sen maintained his body balance behind the ball, ready to hit it. His posture was perfect, but he still over-swung uncontrollably and failed to hit a good shot.
Meanwhile, seeing that Cen Sen didn't ask any more questions, Ji Mingshu put down her phone and finally got up.
She's going to a brand event this afternoon, and judging by the time, her stylist should be arriving soon.
After washing up, she put on a face mask, went downstairs to carefully trim the roses she had brought back the night before and put them in a vase, then went back upstairs to continue her skincare routine.
Hearing the aunt downstairs open the door for the stylist, Ji Mingshu tidied up Cen Sen's clothes in the room.
He wore a coat when he went out on a date last night, and she wrapped it around herself for a while while watching the movie; the scent of her perfume still lingered on it.
She picked it up and threw it into the bamboo basket, but as she turned around, she suddenly noticed a brown leather wallet sticking out of her pocket.
She took it out and glanced at it; it wasn't a wallet, but a small notebook.
I quickly flipped through the pages from back to front; the back was a completely blank page, while the first few pages contained Cen Sen's handwriting.
His calligraphy reflects his personality; the lines are sharp and hard yet also very beautiful, but the things he writes are not so hard.
Dating schedule:
1. Order roses.
Note: The bouquet should not be too large, as it will be difficult to handle.
2. Go pick up Mingshu at 5:30.
3. Arrive at the restaurant at 6:20.
Note 1: Ming Shu doesn't really like foie gras.
Note 2: Engage in conversation while eating and slow down your eating pace.
Interactive topics to choose from: interior design, music, and art exhibitions.
Chapter 80
At first glance, Ji Mingshu subconsciously thought that the work plan written by Cen Sen was categorized into four sections, until she caught sight of her own name and realized that it was Cen Sen's work plan.
She was stunned for a long time after watching it.
How to put it? It's really meticulous... so meticulous that she couldn't help but recall the trembling and helplessness she felt when she was studying and writing papers.
The stylist had already come upstairs and politely knocked on the door.
Ji Ming calmed down, put the notebook aside, and went to turn the doorknob.
The afternoon event was an outdoor tea party. Although there was no dress code on the invitation, it was customary to wear the brand's latest designs from the last two years to be considered polite and appropriate.
Ji Mingshu chose a dark green fringed dress, which the stylist also thought suited her. However, since the dress was a top-down style, the stylist suggested that Ji Mingshu change her clothes before doing her makeup and hair.
Those who work in the makeup and styling industry are extremely skilled at rhetoric; flattery and praise always come naturally and sincerely from their mouths.
Moreover, they often serve celebrities and socialites, so they know a lot of gossip and inside information. They spend hours on makeup and hair, and as long as you're willing to listen, you'll definitely not be bored.
The stylist is talking about how, a few days ago, when she was styling the second female lead of a popular movie, the second female lead yelled at her assistant and acted like a diva towards the event organizers.
Ji Mingshu occasionally hummed or groaned, letting the gossip go in one ear and out the other, while he kept fiddling with Cen Sen's little notebook.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she opened her notebook, picked up an eyebrow pencil, and wrote a sentence on it.
"Honey, what are you writing?" The stylist glanced at it but couldn't see clearly, and asked curiously.
"It's nothing." Ji Mingshu closed the notebook after finishing writing, looked up at the mirror, and then pointed to her hair, saying, "I think this part can be loosened a little; it's tied too tightly."
The stylist followed her gaze and used the thin handle of a comb to gently poke at the tightness. "Is it still tight?"
"Okay, that's fine."
The stylist felt relieved and wisely refrained from asking further questions, instead continuing to tell her gossip about the second female lead.
Ji Mingshu isn't stupid. If someone can tell you gossip about others today, they can tell others gossip about you tomorrow.
But she couldn't suppress her desire to share her wonderful husband, so after thinking it over, she had no choice but to force Jiang Chun and Gu Kaiyang to share him.
Jiang Chun: [?]
Jiang Chun: [I suspect this is a public display of affection.]
Jiang Chun: [A cold, hard dog food is being slapped across my face.jpg]
Gu Kaiyang: [What did I do wrong?]
Jiang Chun: [What did I do wrong this time?]
Ji Mingshu said affectedly, "He can remember my phone number after hearing it only once, so why write this down, and in such detail? Sigh, I'm feeling a bit conflicted right now."
Gu Kaiyang: [Okay, that's enough. We already understand how much he values you. /smile]
Gu Kaiyang: [Our powerful and brilliant CEO Cen lowered his intelligence to meticulously plan a date in his notebook for love, awsl! What an adorably aloof man!]
Gu Kaiyang: [Woman, are you satisfied now?.jpg]
Satisfied, very satisfied.
Ji Mingshu couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Jiang Chun: [Although it's very sweet, but—]
Jiang Chun: [It's not "mixed flavors" but rather "a mixture of flavors," I think it's TVT.]