"don't want!"
"Are you the reincarnation of a teddy bear spirit?"
"I'm still in pain!"
She struggled with her hands and feet, her voice soft and delicate, but it did little to hinder Cen Sen.
Seeing this scoundrel burying his face below her collarbone while unbuttoning her clothes at the back, she had a sudden impulse and tapped his head with her chin.
This move was a bit silly; she even hurt her own teeth from hitting the rock, but Cen Sen didn't seem to feel anything.
However, upon hearing Ji Mingshu's gasp after hitting his teeth, he slowed down.
He looked up at Ji Mingshu, his eyes filled with lust, but his voice was cold and calm, "I bought you a whole set of diamonds today."
"...?"
Ji Mingshu wrinkled his nose and said disdainfully, "Even aircraft carriers are useless. I told you I'm in pain!"
"I'm in pain too."
His voice suddenly became low and hoarse, and as he spoke, he pressed Ji Mingshu's back against his body, letting her feel it herself.
"..."
Ji Mingshu jolted awake, suddenly remembering the terror of being dominated by aerobic exercise last night! Ugh! Why doesn't that pervert go to jail?!
—The game between the two ended with Ji Mingshu offering her delicate ten fingers.
Cen Sen didn't seem quite satisfied. When Ji Mingshu came back from washing her hands, he didn't enter the so-called "wise man's time" but just stared straight at her rosy lips.
Ji Mingshu didn't quite understand at first, but when she remembered what Cen Sen had done before, she suddenly understood.
She leaned in and covered his eyes, saying firmly, "Don't even think about it! Never in your life! A man with such impure thoughts like you should go to jail!!!"
Cen Sen was still slightly drunk and gave a low "hmm," which seemed to carry a hint of a smile.
He took Ji Mingshu's hand, whispered an apology without any sincerity, and then pulled her soft body into his arms.
Ji Mingshu was still not sleepy. Thinking about the past two days since she came home, this man had been acting like he was in heat, wanting to have sex at the drop of a hat, and hadn't even said a few words to her. She was quite unhappy about it.
So she confidently stretched out her hand, "My hand hurts, can you rub it for me?"
It's said that men are very obedient in bed, and Cen Sen was no exception. When she gave him that command, he actually took her hand and gently massaged it.
Ji Mingshu nestled in his arms for a while, unconsciously becoming a caring wife to her husband, "Why did you drink so much today? Did you take any hangover medicine or anything?"
Cen Sen rubbed his hands with his eyes half-closed, and his voice remained quiet as he spoke to her about work, a rare occurrence for him.
The boss he was entertaining today was no refined man. He started out in the gray industry and had a history of risking his life. As a result, he was rather rough and unrestrained. He kept urging people to drink, saying things like, "Deep feelings mean downing it in one gulp," "Thick feelings mean never enough to drink," and "Iron-clad feelings mean drinking until you bleed."
Cen Sen has never been good at socializing with this type of person. They always become inexplicably familiar and enthusiastic, seemingly without any sense of propriety, treating everyone like a little brother. But when there's business to do, it's not good to be cold to them over trivial matters.
After he finished speaking, he paused, and whether he was speaking seriously or teasing, he suddenly said, "Do you think it's easy to earn money to support you?"
"...?"
"I'm so wronged!"
"If you don't want to raise them, there are plenty of other people who would. We've given you such a great opportunity, how can you still be so ungrateful!"
Cen Sen closed his eyes and smiled slightly, without refuting her.
The two chatted quietly in bed for a while. Cen Sen was a little tired and fell asleep soon after.
"Cen Sen, Cen Sen?"
Ji Mingshu gently poked his Adam's apple, and then blew on his eyelashes. Unexpectedly, he actually fell asleep.
She lay on the bed, propping her chin up with her elbow, carefully examining the man beside her, lost in thought.
It's hard to say whether he has good or bad stamina. He was up all night yesterday and barely slept, and today he had a few drinks and masturbated and then passed out.
Sigh, maybe he's almost thirty and his physical strength is failing?
It's true, I'll be thirty in just over two years.
But she remains an eighteen-year-old fairy who will never grow up.
Bah! An old cow eating young grass, an old man!
But this old man was really handsome; every part of him was exactly what she liked, even... she liked him doing lewd things.
Ji Mingshu couldn't resist reaching out and pinching the old man's cheek. Seeing that he didn't react, she couldn't resist leaning in and giving him a small kiss.
After kissing her, he turned his head away and started to giggle, feeling so sweet that he wanted to roll around on the floor.
After being able to openly acknowledge the fact that I like him, every minute I spend with him seems to become sweet, and even the exhaustion from close contact feels sweet.
After stealing kisses several times, she suddenly felt a little melancholy, poked his nose, and asked softly, "When will you like me?"
Chapter 59
After asking the question, Ji Mingshu, perhaps knowing he wouldn't get an answer, felt his initial melancholy grow to five.
She sighed softly, then rolled over and lay flat on her back next to Cen Sen, staring at the ceiling, her mind blank.
Before she knew it, drowsiness swept over her. The frequency of her eyelid twitching slowed down, and finally she drooped down and didn't open it again. Her breathing also became even and long.
The slightly tipsy man beside her still had his eyes closed, but suddenly turned to the side, put one hand on her waist, and pulled her closer to his arms.
The moonlight was pale on this winter night, and in the dim, hazy light, the corners of his lips seemed to turn up slightly.
Ji Mingshu slept soundly without any dreams. He had rested well yesterday and was able to get up early with Cen Sen, which was quite rare.
When Cen Sen woke up, he grabbed his collar and smelled it. Without saying a word, he got up and ran a bath.
Ji Mingshu then landed barefoot, leaned against the bed to catch her breath, and followed him into the bathroom.
Seeing her come in, Cen Sen turned his head. "Did I wake you? You can sleep a little longer, it's still early." His voice sounded hoarse, as if he had been sleeping.
Ji Mingshu squeezed toothpaste in the outer bathroom and wrinkled her nose in disgust, saying, "I wasn't woken up by the noise, I was woken up by the smell."
She kept rambling on, "I need to ask the housekeeper to come up and change the blankets later. The whole bed smells of alcohol. I don't know how I slept last night. I can't stand you."
How did I fall asleep?
Cen Sen paused for a moment, recalling the kiss on his lips and the soft murmur in his ear last night, and suddenly chuckled.
Ji Mingshu was quite alert. She leaned back, glanced inside, and mumbled a question while brushing her teeth: "What are you laughing at?"
"nothing."
Cen Sen spoke casually, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
Seeing Ji Mingshu still staring at him with the buzzing electric toothbrush, he calmly and slowly took off his shirt. After taking off his shirt, he even reached down... Ji Mingshu cursed him inwardly for being shameless! He immediately looked away.
The master bathroom is spacious, featuring a sauna, a built-in mirrored TV, and even a wine tasting table. Further in, at the far end of the bathroom, lies another hidden gem: one side leads to a sunroom to the east, and the other to an infinity pool on a west-facing terrace.
In the summer, you can enjoy a relaxing soak in the pool while sipping wine and admiring the mountain and lake views – a vacation without even leaving home.
Ji Mingshu also moved the dressing table into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth, she sat in front of the dressing table and talked to Cen Sen, who was showering inside, while doing her morning skincare routine.
When Cen Sen came out of the shower, Ji Mingshu had just finished applying a face mask. Her hair was tied back with a light pink cat-patterned hairband, revealing her smooth, palm-sized face. She was currently spraying her face with a facial mist.
"What is that?"
After spraying, Ji Mingshu gently patted the area with his hand, then used a hexagonal sponge to absorb the excess water before beckoning Cen Sen to bend down.
Cen Sen paused for a moment, then leaned forward, actually supporting himself on her dressing table.
Ji Mingshu grabbed the spray and sprayed it on his face several times. "It's for moisturizing. You're almost thirty, you should start taking care of yourself."
"..."
Cen Sen applied some and smelled it; it seemed to be just purified water.
But looking down, he saw that Ji Mingshu's skin was still as delicate and smooth as a peeled egg, and he couldn't find a single flaw even under a row of lights. He couldn't immediately judge whether these bottles and jars that didn't look like anything serious were really effective.
Ji Mingshu was still applying the product, and while doing so, she glanced at Cen Sen strangely, saying, "Why are you staring at me like that? You've grown a beard, why don't you shave it off?"
It's actually just very short, bluish stubble; you can't see it unless you look closely.
Cen Sen casually hummed in agreement, got up, and took out a razor to clean himself, quite obediently.
After he finished cleaning, Ji Mingshu had also finished her skincare routine.
But just as she was about to get up, Cen Sen suddenly pressed her down, leaned over from behind, wrapped his arm around her neck, and nuzzled her cheek with his chin. "Is it clean now?"
Ji Mingshu was taken aback, and his voice lowered even further, "It's...clean."
The gesture was very intimate. Ji Mingshu saw Cen Sen in the mirror, his head slightly tilted against her cheek, his face handsome yet slightly languid.
She was breathing in small, shallow breaths, her eyelashes drooping, and she continued applying hand cream half-heartedly, muttering disdainful things about him and urging him to leave quickly, as if afraid that if she didn't do something right, she would expose her secret winter crush.
That morning, the two acted like a newlywed couple in love. The woman helped the man put on his cufflinks and tie his bow tie, while the man sprayed perfume in the air for the woman to twirl around in. After getting ready, they went downstairs together to have breakfast and chat about their schedule for the day.
When Cen Sen went out, Ji Mingshu followed him out while drinking milk, and greeted Zhou Jiaheng with a smile.
Zhou Jiaheng was flattered and quickly replied, "Hello, Madam."
Watching the Bentley drive away, Ji Mingshu went back to her house briskly and sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow and chuckling to herself for a while.
I wish every day could be like this morning. Of course, it would be even better if that jerk could leave a good morning kiss before he leaves.
Thinking about it this way, she felt she was being too greedy. She wondered if all girls become greedy like her when they fall in love with someone, never satisfied with just taking an inch and wanting a mile, even coveting more.
She patted her face to clear her head, then went upstairs to change her clothes, preparing to go to Gu Kaiyang's place to move her luggage.
Last night, because Cen Sen went home, she didn't watch the whole second half of the show. On her way to Gu Kaiyang's house, Ji Mingshu checked Weibo and found that she had gained 20,000 followers. Many people sent her private messages praising her beauty, and some even asked her if she would take on interior design projects.
She scrolled through the reviews for a while but didn't find any bad ones, and for a moment she forgot to watch the second half of the program she had missed.
In fact, the first episode of "The Designer" aired last night only showed their group going to the market to buy home furnishings. Most of the shots focused on Pei Xiyan and Yan Yuexing, and Ji Mingshu's part was cut into a clip that was less than three minutes long.
Moreover, the show's editors probably noticed that Ji Mingshu looked more like a celebrity when she stood with Yan Yuexing, so there were very few shots of the two of them together in the latter half of the episode. The overall tone of the show was very love and peace, and it could even be described as boring.
A variety show can be lowbrow and vulgar, or it can be full of arguments and fights, but it can be boring, because that directly affects the ratings.
Even with the support of Pei Xiyan and Yan Yuexing's fans, the premiere of "The Designer" had only mediocre ratings and dismal online viewership.
With such poor ratings and online viewership, there's no need to talk about it. Only in the short time after it started airing did some fans start a few threads on gossip forums. After that, everyone got caught up in the drama and gossip, and no one cared about the home renovation program anymore.
A few passersby did notice that designer Ji Mingshu was quite good-looking while watching the show, but when they posted his photos on the forum for feedback, he was not only ridiculed as a paid shill, but the comments sank to the point of disappearing without a trace after only one page.