Ji Mingshu struggled for a moment, but decided to hold firm to her principles and pushed Cen Sen to get up.
Cen Sen chuckled lightly, but didn't press the matter.
Upon arriving at the company, Cen Sen acted as usual, sipping black coffee while dealing with a mountain of documents.
However, halfway through the process, he suddenly took off his glasses, picked up a cleaning cloth and slowly wiped them, then called Zhou Jiaheng over, "Have Attorney Wen come over."
Zhou Jiaheng paused for a moment: "Yes."
Attorney Wen is Cen Sen's private lawyer, who only handles his private property matters. He rarely appears in public, so his sudden summons is rather inexplicable.
Half an hour later, Attorney Wen arrived at the 68th floor of Junyi's headquarters.
Cen Sen cut to the chase, "Attorney Wen, I want to cancel the prenuptial agreement that my wife and I drafted earlier."
Attorney Wen didn't quite understand what he meant and hesitated before asking, "Do you want to change some terms?"
"No, I want my wife to legally share all my pre-marital and post-marital assets."
"...?"
Attorney Wen's face clearly said, "Have you been bewitched?"
Cen Sen remained calm, his elbows slightly resting on the table, his fingers loosely clasped together. He continued, "In addition, I would like to draft a new agreement on how to compensate and distribute property related to extramarital affairs between the spouses. For example, if I have an extramarital affair, I will leave with nothing, something like that."
"..."
This poison was administered quite heavily.
Attorney Wen was on tenterhooks. After subtly confirming the details and receiving a positive response, she carefully reviewed and recorded Cen Sen's demands, explaining the potential consequences of each demand.
Cen Sen confirmed without hesitation.
Although Attorney Wen couldn't figure out Cen Sen's intentions, he knew he had no right to comment, so he did as instructed and went back to prepare the contract.
After everyone left, Cen Sen sat alone in his office, leaning back in his chair, recalling the dream that Ji Mingshu had mentioned that morning.
In fact, he often knows that he hasn't done enough, which is why Ji Mingshu still worries about his extramarital affair to this day. But he doesn't know what he should do to give Ji Mingshu enough security.
After much thought, it seems that the only thing he can do is to provide more material support.
Zhou Jiaheng came in at the right time to deliver the documents and reminded him that he had a lunch appointment that day and it was time to leave.
He hummed in agreement, then asked, "What time is the Junyi Yaji pitch meeting?"
Zhou Jiaheng: "Two o'clock in the afternoon."
Cen Sen nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Ji Mingshu's design drafts were directly packaged and sent to the email address of the person in charge of the Junyi Yaji project team.
The person in charge was initially undecided about how to handle the president's wife's manuscript. When he tried to inquire with his superiors, no one was willing to give him a definite answer. Even Zhou Jiaheng was full of cryptic remarks, making it impossible to understand his true intentions.
He was so worried about this that he went bald for two days. With the competition approaching, he couldn't resist taking a look at the manuscript beforehand—and immediately felt relieved.
"...I also think the design of the 'b612 planet' theme for No. 052 is very good. The well-known fairy tale of the Little Prince and the rose provides a good background. The design concept given by the designer is also very consistent with the specific plan and design background she gave, creating a very lively and natural sense of harmony."
"From an operational perspective, a significant portion of our target customer group is young women. Our previous promotional plan for trendy hotels clearly targeted a specific demographic. This article has indeed resonated with our customer base."
At the design competition, the person in charge was selecting the design drafts that they were most satisfied with.
Cen Sen came in halfway through, signaling everyone to continue, but he only listened from the sidelines and never offered his own opinion.
However, the person in charge carefully observed that when No. 052 was showing the 3ds Max design renderings, Cen Sen glanced at them, his gaze fixed on them, and he even revealed a slight smile.
The first Junyi Yaji is initially planned to have 68 suites, taking a personalized and high-end approach.
Apart from the 23 well-known designers who were previously selected, the designs for the remaining 45 guest rooms were all created through this competition of young designers.
There were some minor disagreements during the pitch, but a consensus was eventually reached.
Ji Mingshu was worried about the results of the pitch, but also afraid of disturbing Cen Sen's work, so he could only stare at his phone anxiously, thinking that if the pitch was successful, the project team would definitely reply by email.
She waited and waited but the email never came, and she began to feel uncertain. She even lost her energy to go shopping.
Jiang Chun didn't quite understand her sense of integrity as a designer, and just thought she was being unreasonable. She argued with her own reasoning, "It's just a guest room. He's already bought the island for you. If you insist on designing it, do you think he'll stop you?"
"Why are you being so dramatic? So what if it's ugly? At worst, that suite won't be open to the public. It'll just be your private suite as the president's wife, an eyesore for you. Wouldn't that make everyone happy?"
"..."
"Can't you speak properly?"
Jiang Chun looked completely innocent.
Ji Mingshu looked her up and down, then stopped at the half-eaten meat floss cake in her hand. "Even eating can't shut you up!"
Chapter 83
Ji Mingshu was stunned for two seconds before confirming, "The theme is B612 planet?"
"It's mine, that's mine!" She then realized, her voice filled with joy, "You recognized it, didn't you? You definitely recognized it!"
Cen Sen tacitly agreed.
He was indeed very familiar with Ji Mingshu's style; no matter how the theme changed, he could always recognize her designs at a glance.
Hearing that her proposal had not only been selected but also received the highest number of votes, Ji Mingshu was so happy she could practically fly away. She didn't care that she was in a crowded shopping mall, nor that there was a little goose next to her who would tug at her pigtails and battle with her every now and then. She showered Cen Sen with sweet words as if they were free.
Jiang Chun, with a half-eaten meat floss bun, looked at her with a somewhat indescribable expression.
And this is supposed to be a socialite? She calls her husband "my husband" in public, isn't she ashamed?
Cen Sen, however, was quite swayed by this. While reading the two sentences Ji Mingshu had added in his notebook, he listened to the sweet words on the other end of the phone, a slight smile playing on his lips, without interrupting.
He waited until Ji Mingshu finished speaking before adding, "Which mall are you at? I'll come pick you up."
Ji Mingshu gave him the address, and he hummed in response, telling her to have a cup of coffee and wait a moment.
Before leaving, he closed his small notebook and casually tossed it into the bedside drawer.
Actually, after writing down the date arrangements in his notebook, he felt that he was being childish and a little absurd. It was just a few words, what was there to cherish?
But he does not deny that he actually spent a long time reviewing and pondering those few words.
For example, he pondered for a long time why Ji Mingshu sometimes became unwilling to continue chatting with him; why Ji Mingshu was reluctant to eat French food with him, but relaxed when eating with Cen Yang.
Some things he thought were just trivial details that didn't need much thought turned out to be more important to him than he imagined.
After a brief moment of surprise, Ji Mingshu developed unnecessary worries. Upon seeing Cen Sen, she kept asking about the details of the work that received the most votes, in order to avoid a big misunderstanding caused by having the same idea as other designers. It wasn't until the person in charge of the Junyi Yaji project team contacted her that she was completely convinced.
Although his work was selected, it doesn't mean that Ji Mingshu can be carefree.
After signing the contract, she had to revise the design drawings according to the actual situation of the hotel, keep track of the completion progress of the custom furniture, and so on, which kept her very busy.
Especially when it involves special processes and materials, if you really want to put the design drawings into practice, you have to travel all over the world.
Days passed quietly amidst the calm and busyness of each day, and before we knew it, the capital city had transitioned from spring to summer.
In June, Ji Mingshu visited a wood carving master in Osaka and took the opportunity to visit Tokyo to support the art exhibition of a certain "plastic best friend" in the art circle.
On her way back, while waiting at Narita Airport, she even went to the duty-free shop to pick out a tie clip for Cen Sen.
As luck would have it, this tie clip was the very one she had intended to buy for Cen Sen last year when she attended a fashion show in Paris, but had put down in anger because of Cen Sen's sharp tongue.
She took a picture and sent it to Cen Sen, asking, "Do you like it?"
Cen Sen: [I like it.]
Ji Mingshu swiped her card with a smile. Anyway, accessories don't really go out of season, and this old antique that was full of vintage charm was impossible to tell if it was out of season or not.
Having spent all her money, it wasn't time to board yet. Ji Mingshu sat in the lounge, elegantly crossing her legs, and scrolled through Weibo for a while.
She only likes to read Weibo, not post on it. Her last post was a short essay she wrote when she was directly battling Li Wenyin.
The top-rated comments below have already changed several times, but now they are basically fixed as follows: "Waiting for the president's wife to make an appearance", "Give me a picture of the president's face and I can Photoshop 1g of sweetness into it", "What a volatile yet perfect woman", and so on.
In fact, the hype surrounding her has long since died down, and the rate at which her followers are growing has slowed down considerably. However, viewers who have seen the re-released version of "The Designer" still follow her trail and send her private messages to express their encouragement and affection.
She browses the page whenever she has free time and replies to messages with genuine feelings.
She opened Weibo as usual to check messages and reply to private messages, but when she clicked on messages from people she didn't follow, she suddenly noticed one that was from a verified official Weibo account, which caught her eye.
Before clicking on it, Ji Mingshu subconsciously thought that someone had finally asked her to advertise. But when she clicked on it, she realized that it was an invitation to record a documentary program.
[Hello Ms. Ji, I am the executive producer of the "Old Scenes" program. Our program plans to film a public service documentary this year on the protective renovation of old residential buildings. I personally really liked the renovation plan you provided on the program "Designer," so I would like to invite you to participate in the design. I look forward to your reply soon.]
Ji Mingshu was taken aback.
Another makeover show?
She was really scared of going there.
She subconsciously wrote down a list of polite refusals, but when her eyes fell on the keywords "protective renovation of old residential buildings" and "public welfare documentary," she hesitated for some reason.
Let's ask first.
It won't hurt to ask.
With this in mind, Ji Mingshu added the producer and chatted with him for a few minutes while waiting for his flight.
The producer is very honest and immediately understood Ji Mingshu's various concerns.
Trending on social media? No way. Our documentary subject matter is niche, we don't invite celebrities, and I doubt many people would watch it.
Does a redesigned building necessarily mean it's suitable for human habitation? Not at all. Our ultimate goal in the renovation is to combine the Shanghai style of the last century with modern design, and to open it to the public as a protected building, not for human habitation.
In short, this is a government-led public welfare design project, so there is no need to worry about it.
Ji Mingshu was easily swayed, and as soon as she heard it, she thought, "Maybe I can give it a try?"
She sent a screenshot of the chat history to Cen Sen, hoping he could offer some advice. However, before she received a reply from Cen Sen, it was already time to board her flight.
The actual flight from Tokyo back to Beijing takes only two or three hours, and Ji Mingshu, being very frugal, chose business class.
Once on the plane, she adjusted her seat, covered herself with a blanket, and then comfortably picked up a newspaper, putting on the act of a businessperson.
She mainly reads the financial section of the newspaper, quickly searching for news related to Beijing Construction and China Electric Power.
She had been searching for a long time but hadn't found it and was about to give up when she suddenly saw a news article titled "Borui's attempt to return to the A-share market fails, and its new energy development business faces numerous obstacles," so she paused again.
She knew nothing about or cared about Borui; she only noticed the news because its subheading mentioned "Haichuan Capital."
If I remember correctly, Cen Yang is the head of Haichuan Capital's Greater China region.