Moreover, it's so easy for her to meet celebrities; this industry doesn't seem to have any special allure to her.
To her, Li Che was like a classmate from an elective course she wasn't very familiar with back in college; they didn't have much interaction, so there was no need to be overly enthusiastic.
After getting on the bus, Ji Mingshu reported to Gu Kaiyang and Jiang Chun about today's signing matters, and also copied the original text and sent it to Cen Sen.
She simply gave a very objective account of what happened that afternoon, without resorting to whining or cute emojis, but from her account, one could inexplicably sense the princess's immense grievances.
It turns out that sisters are always more sensible than men.
I heard that the production team only sent a junior assistant to receive them, and there was a problem with the contract. Gu Kaiyang and Jiang Chun replied almost instantly and then launched into a passionate ten-minute tirade of insults.
The gist of it is: "It's getting cold, Xingchengtai should go bankrupt," "They don't know what a princess is like, let whoever wants to participate, participate, our baby won't suffer this injustice," "How could they treat our most delicate little canary baby like this? It's outrageous, utterly immoral, and deserves to be executed on the spot!"
The humiliation had already ended in the sisters' group, but Cen Sen was still completely silent.
Ji Mingshu didn't want to go back to the hotel, so he had the driver take him directly to Jinsheng International, the largest shopping mall in Xingcheng.
The variety of brands and the completeness of goods at Jinsheng International were passable. She browsed for more than forty minutes and spent more than 500,000 yuan.
Just as she finished shopping and was about to leave, Cen Sen finally replied.
Cen Sen: [You'll get used to it.]
Ji Mingshu: [...]?
Cen Sen himself had just finished negotiating a contract, which went quite smoothly, and he was in a good mood.
Now that he had some free time, he casually sent the pampered girl a few reminders full of life philosophy.
Cen Sen: [You're not a celebrity, so the other party knows little about you. It's perfectly normal for them to treat you poorly.]
Cen Sen: [The preferential treatment you receive on a daily basis stems from your background and from the fact that I am your husband. While you enjoy this preferential treatment, many more people are being mistreated. You should try to understand this feeling more; it will help you.]
"..."
Why don't I usually see him talking so much?
Why did he suddenly start lecturing her on life philosophy instead of offering comfort?
Is it because she just spent over 500,000 yuan that he's implying something?
What a stingy, bastard man!
However, given that she had just spent some money, Ji Mingshu couldn't directly turn on her sponsor, so she replied very perfunctorily, "You're right."
After posting it, she quickly changed her tune, screenshotting Cen Sen's toxic motivational quote and sending it to her group of girlfriends, attempting to unite their collective strength to humiliate and criticize this scoundrel in every way.
She even started by saying, "Look at this, is this even human language?"
A second before pressing the send button, she suddenly paused, realizing something was wrong.
etc.
This is not a group.
Why did I send it to him again?
Ji Mingshu was stunned for two seconds before quickly deleting the text that had not yet been sent.
The screenshot had already been sent, but Cen Sen replied with a question mark, seemingly not understanding why she suddenly sent the chat screenshot.
Ji Mingshu: [...]
Ji Mingshu: [Your phone is out of battery. Check the battery level in the upper right corner.]
Oh wait, this seems to be her phone's battery level. She quickly pressed the recall button and started typing again.
Ji Mingshu: [I think what you said is very thought-provoking. I'm going to screenshot it and save it as a memento.]
Ji Mingshu: [Sincere.jpg]
Cen Sen remained silent for a while, then searched online for a quick way to highlight images in red, and sent her the screenshot again.
Ji Mingshu clicked on it and found that Cen Sen had drawn a red circle on the top of the original screenshot's note—"Dog man."
I was careless, I was careless.
Ji Mingshu, feeling obligated to maintain a harmonious and friendly relationship with her sugar daddy since she had just spent his money, closed her eyes and showered him with compliments.
Ji Mingshu: [You are incredibly meticulous and have amazing observation skills; no wonder you got into Harvard.]
Ji Mingshu: [How did you learn to mark red circles? I don't even know how. Your learning ability is really strong! You can draw such perfect circles with just a few strokes. You must be good at math and art too.]
Then I quickly changed the note and sent him a new screenshot.
This time, the nickname was changed to "Dear Husband," which can be said to be a combination of modern flattery art and the subtle irony of "Are you satisfied now?", perfectly achieving the purpose and demand of making the other person feel disgusted but speechless.
Ji Mingshu was quite pleased with his sudden inspiration, and smiled as he ate his salad while looking at his phone.
She originally thought Cen Sen would reply with "childish" or not reply at all, but two minutes later, Cen Sen also sent her a screenshot, on which the nickname for her had been changed to "Dear Wife".
Ji Mingshu: "..."
ojbk, in the course "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world," Cen Shisen is still the most outstanding scholar.
I'm outmatched, I've lost, and this comment is so cloying I can't even finish my salad.
Chapter 24
Having suffered a setback at Cen Sen's hands, Ji Mingshu was extremely unhappy.
On the way back, she kept reflecting: what had possessed her to add Cen Sen back on WeChat after deleting him? Wasn't that just asking for trouble? Whether she added him back or not didn't affect her spending spree with her credit card!
Fortunately, Ji Mingshu was the kind of young lady who would never wrong herself. Since she couldn't deal with Cen Shisen, dealing with the simple-minded little goose was a piece of cake. So she went into the "Pure Female College Student Online Chat Group" and started to cause trouble for Jiang Chun.
Ji Mingshu: [Jiang Chun, come out.]
Jiang Chun: [Gah!]
The innocent Goose Girl is still unaware of her fate. Upon receiving the princess's summons, she is very enthusiastic and responds quite quickly.
Ji Mingshu: [What did you eat today? How many kilograms do you weigh? Record a video of yourself on the scale.]
Jiang Chun is still quite a distance from her target weight, and Ji Mingshu has been keeping her under remote surveillance lately, occasionally conducting surprise checks on her breakfast and lunch.
As for dinner, in Ji Mingshu's words, it was—
"How can a girl's world have something like dinner? Is it hot boiled water? Is it fruit salad not tasty? If you can't even give up dinner, how can you be the most glamorous socialite on Chang'an Avenue? Why not become a big eater and do a mukbang? You can eat eight meals a day and no one will care. You can support your family, buy a sea view house, and reach the pinnacle of life."
The three deadly questions were uttered, and the group quickly fell silent.
Ji Mingshu: [Come out, stop pretending to be dead.]
Jiang Chun: [...]
Ji Mingshu quickly launched a barrage of emoji attacks.
A while later, Jiang Chun sent a voice message: "Reporting to Teacher Ji, this is what happened. This morning I ate an apple and drank a cup of black coffee without sugar or milk. Around 10 o'clock, Tang Zhizhou asked me to go to an art exhibition, so I took an apple with me and went to the exhibition. On the way, I ate some chicken cutlet. Wow, that art exhibition was amazing! I couldn't understand any of it! Then I didn't eat anything in the afternoon. Tonight, I only plan to eat an orange to supplement my vitamin C. Am I maintaining a really good figure?"
Jiang Chun spoke very quickly. The words "ate chicken cutlet on the way" were mumbled in her long, breathless sentences, and Ji Mingshu had to listen carefully three times before she could understand them.
Ji Mingshu: [Chicken cutlet? What the hell? Say it again.]
Jiang Chun: [Dare not make a sound.jpg]
Ji Mingshu: [Chicken cutlet has nearly 230 calories per 100 grams, and one piece weighs at least 200 grams, meaning one piece is 500 calories. Don't you have any idea how long you'd have to use the elliptical trainer to burn off 500 calories? And your evasive attitude, trying to get away with it, is extremely unprofessional! If you were in school, someone like you would be on probation, let me tell you.]
Jiang Chun: [Actually, I ate two pieces (whispering)]
Ji Mingshu: [...]?
Ji Mingshu: [Is this flesh on my body? Did my fiancé get stolen? Is this little white lotus strutting around at me?]
Ji Mingshu: [This student is probably doomed.jpg]
Ji Mingshu: [The last person who made me this angry is old enough to graze cattle on their grave.jpg]
Jiang Chun: [Looks like I can only win back my place in your heart by inducing vomiting :)]
Ji Mingshu: [Shut up, pretty girl.jpg]
Ji Mingshu: [You're no longer my sister.]
Jiang Chun wanted to say something more, but the next second the page displayed: You have been removed from the "Pure Female College Student Uncensored Online Chat Group" by the group owner.
While Ji Mingshu was busy petting Jiang Chun, Cen Sen, seeing that she was speechless after being lectured, chuckled softly.
The trip to Xingcheng was arranged rather suddenly. Several assistants, including Zhou Jiaheng, had important matters to attend to and could not accompany him immediately. Therefore, the senior management of the Xingcheng branch arranged for two staff members to serve as temporary assistants for him.
The first two temporary assistants were both women. One was a bit older and quite calm and composed. The other was probably a vase sent by a higher-up from the branch to curry favor with him—the kind that's so obviously fake you can't believe it, the kind you get for fifty-five yuan a day at Panjiayuan.
This morning, when we first met, the fake vase was dressed in all sorts of fancy clothes, acting like she was going to a beauty pageant.
Cen Sen glanced at her and dismissed the young woman, citing her inappropriate attire, as insufficiently formal.
When the branch's senior management found out about this, they didn't know whether they were thinking in the wrong direction or what, but they immediately sent him a male assistant in his early twenties.
The male assistant came to work in the afternoon dressed in his proper work clothes, still feeling uneasy about having slept with a female assistant that morning.
Seeing that Cen Sen still had time to look at his phone after signing the contract, and seemed to be in a good mood, he quickly brewed a cup of black coffee and carefully brought it into the office.
"Mr. Cen, your coffee."
But before he could finish speaking, an internal call came in. Cen Sen didn't even look up; he put down his phone and answered it.
While placing the cups down, the male assistant observed Cen Sen's expression and even took the opportunity to steal a glance at his phone screen.
The white and green chat box is WeChat.
Wait, that note, "My dear wife"?
The male assistant thought he was blind. After three seconds of shock, he leaned forward again to get a better look.
But just a second after he confirmed that he hadn't misread it, a sharp "bang" rang out in his ear!
The cups and saucers fell to the ground, coffee splattered everywhere, and the floor was a mess.
The male assistant was completely dumbfounded. After realizing what had happened, he hurriedly tidied up while repeatedly mouthing apologies.
Cen Sen was still on the phone, only glancing at him without saying a word.
He shakily cleaned up the mess, still clinging to a sliver of hope and comforting himself: "The big boss seems so abstinent, yet he likes to flirt with his wife. He must be a person with a cold exterior but a warm heart and a very interesting soul. Maybe he even likes to tell corny jokes. Hmm, that must be it. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
After Cen Sen finished his call, the young man wanted to apologize again, but somehow the words that came out of his mouth were, "Peace be with you, peace be with you." Then, without thinking, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Cen, your name sounds the same as that frontier poet from the Tang Dynasty. What a coincidence, what a coincidence."