Fu Xuezhu seemed very shocked and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I really didn't recognize you. It's actually General Manager Zhang!"
Zhang Chaohe felt his head throb even more—how come Fu Xuezhu's tone of voice sounded so much like Cheng Jixue's?
Is this the aftereffect of breaking up during the unrequited love period? Does everyone look like him?
He can't wait to get back to the film set... Don't ask, he's just eager to get back to work.
He also wanted to ask Cheng Jixue about his attitude towards Ji Boyang—after all, this would be related to his next steps in dealing with Ji.
For example, he could decide whether to send a sack or an invitation based on Cheng Jixue's reaction.
Seeing that he was distracted, Fu Xuezhu stepped aside to make room for him and squatted down to pick up the documents on the ground: "Mr. Zhang, you can go ahead and do what you need to do. I can pick them up myself."
Zhang Chaohe then realized that not only had he just knocked someone else's folders apart, but now he was actually making that person pick them up themselves.
He immediately knelt down and helped him gather the documents on the ground. The other person's hands were so white they were almost translucent, giving them a delicate and frail beauty. Zhang Chaohe's mind wandered, and he inexplicably thought of Cheng Jixue's hands.
Slender but not sickly, on the contrary, as delicate and beautiful as jade, she looks strong and slender, the kind that could crush three walnuts in one hand!
Zhang Chaohe swiftly gathered all the documents in a flurry of movements, leaving no chance for the staff nearby to help... He praised them twice, neatly stacked the documents, and then handed them to Fu Xuezhu: "All done!"
Fu Xuezhu, who had intended to stall for a few minutes by picking up documents, asked, "Are you in such a hurry to pick them up and eat them?"
Zhang Chaohe was unaware of his inner thoughts. He only saw him stand up gracefully, nod to Fu Xuezhu who was still squatting on the ground in a daze, and say, "Excuse me, I'll leave you alone."
Then they quickly disappeared into the crowd, probably in a hurry to go home for the Chinese New Year.
Fu Xuezhu, who was completely caught off guard by this move, watched as Ji Boyang, who was far away, followed the scene with a camera like a voyeur, adding commentary: "Why is he squatting and not getting up? Is he constipated?"
Ji Fusheng: He slapped Ji Boyang on the back of the head: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Even if you're constipated, you shouldn't squat in public places!"
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Zhang Chaohe bid farewell to Chairman Zhang and drove back to the film crew.
Chairman Zhang watched his son leave, seemingly enlightened, and felt a surge of relief—heaven knows how suffocated he was when he discovered Ji Boyang's identity… Was it really necessary! To even have a prince from an enemy country personally infiltrate the country to steal intelligence!
Fortunately, Cheng Jixue had a clean background and no problems, otherwise he would have really had a heart attack.
Of course, Chairman Zhang did not expect that Cheng Jixue could plan ahead and nurture the pseudonym Cheng Jixue for more than ten years, directly turning it into a large account of an ordinary person.
Now that Dian Dian has seen through their insidious schemes, she will definitely be more vigilant in the future!
So he didn't expect that the first thing Zhang Chaohe did when he stormed into the crew was not to cancel his leave, but to go straight to Cheng Jixue's dressing room and slap her against the wall in the dressing room.
Cheng Jixue had been keeping track of the entire progress and hadn't slept well for the past two days because of worry. As a result, before she could even say a word to Zhang Chaohe upon their first meeting, she was slapped against the wall by the young CEO.
Cheng Jixue: It can be a little exciting, but it doesn't have to be this exciting.
Zhang Chaohe was almost nose-to-nose with him, the two of them fitting together perfectly, not even an octopus leg could fit in. It was already so hot after the start of summer that it felt like being in a steamer, and Zhang Chaohe was like a warm little stove. When he was pressed against him, Cheng Jixue's hands and feet went stiff.
His heart pounded like a drum, and when he looked down into Zhang Chaohe's beautiful eyes, it was as if he were looking into a black vortex.
The next second, the vortex suddenly spoke, making a goose-like sound: "Tell me honestly, do you like Ji Boyang?"
Cheng Jixue: ...
It took him a while to process what he was trying to say.
No, no need for that, such a beast.
A note from the author:
Xiao Cheng: [Penguin looks down and asks, "Whose alt account is this?" (jpg)
Xiao Ji: I'm vomiting blood—I'm seriously going to ask for a raise!!
Don't worry, it definitely won't be cruel. How could I let my son suffer?!
To every little cutie who gets to be fed by Bobo!!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 58
Upon hearing that General Manager Zhang had returned, Director Chen immediately led Prince Caiye over to pay his respects. However, they found the dressing room door closed and the makeup artist outside scrolling on her phone.
Chen Xingting pointed to the room in confusion: ?
The makeup artist remained calm: "The young couple had a little argument behind closed doors, Director Chen, please wait a moment."
Chen Xingting understood instantly, but the next second his expression changed drastically: "What the hell are they talking about in the group?!"
How dare anyone gossip about their sugar daddy? Do they have a death wish?
You don't want to live anymore, but I do!
The makeup artist was also surprised: "Aren't they really together?"
I saw Mr. Zhang eating steamed buns that day; the filling was all mushy. Mr. Zhang must have been acting as a garbage can for love, eliminating his precious baby's kitchen waste!
After hearing this, Chen Xingting felt his worldview being destroyed and rebuilt. However, Zhang Xijing, who had just finished getting her hair and makeup done, happened to pass by and, after overhearing their conversation, chimed in, "They're so close, aren't they together yet?"
Chen Xingting, finally realizing that the rumors seemed to be out of control, said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, go find whoever ruined your reputation!"
Zhang Chaohe was completely unaware that his innocence had been ruined by the onlookers. He was trying his best to stand against Cheng Jixue in a standard domineering CEO pose, attempting to discern the truthfulness of her words by immediately detecting changes in her pupils.
But Cheng Jixue's eyes remained as clear and open as snow, showing no reaction other than a hint of surprise. He lowered his eyes to look at Zhang Chaohe, his long eyelashes casting a bluish-green shadow: "How could you think that? I have never liked him. We are just friends."
Zhang Chaohe thought to himself, "Just because it didn't happen before doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. Once the romance storyline starts, you'll start to lose your intelligence."
However, Cheng Jixue seemed to be telling the truth... He showed no extra emotion when mentioning Ji Boyang, and even his brows furrowed slightly, looking extremely disgusted.
But Zhang Chaohe still decided to give him a heads-up: "Since that's the case, I've decided to tell you a very important secret, a secret that even my parents don't know."
The last time Cheng Jixue heard this rhetoric was when Ji Boyang was in kindergarten. At that time, Ji Boyang insisted on telling him a shocking secret, and Cheng Jixue, feeling sorry for him, pretended to listen with great interest.
Ji Boyang said earnestly, "I peed in the ant nest in the garden yesterday."
Cheng Jixue: In conclusion, he didn't have high hopes for Zhang Chaohe's "major secret," but he still lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "What secret is it?"
Zhang Chaohe took a deep breath: "Actually, I... had a precognitive dream."
Cheng Jixue: ...
This sounds even more outrageous than what Ji Boyang, a kindergarten senior, said.
Zhang Chaohe had carefully crafted these words after much deliberation along the way, and he was very confident in his ability to organize his thoughts: "Aren't you curious how I knew that Du Ze had been colluding with Xu Shen to embezzle the company's assets? I'll let you in on a secret: it's because of this precognitive dream!"
Cheng Jixue remained silent after hearing this—did this even need to be predicted? Wasn't it something she could easily find out by checking once she took over the company?
But he still wanted to know what other gossip Zhang Chaohe had to say, so he nodded in agreement: "What else did the precognitive dream tell you?"
Zhang Chaohe never forgets to whitewash the original owner's greasy sugar daddy behavior. He sincerely said, "He even told me that if you debuted as a star, you would definitely become a big star."
Cheng Jixue: Ah, yes, yes, yes.
Seriously, I'm not bragging, but anyone with a face like his would blush.
Cheng Jixue thought to himself, if I'm going to dream, I should dream something real, like his true identity? That would make this precognitive dream seem less perfunctory.
The next second, Zhang Chaohe made a shocking statement, delivering a powerful blow: "I also dreamed of my fated enemy. The precognitive dream told me that he would eventually instruct his subordinates to carry out a brutal revenge against me through illegal and criminal means!"
This time, Cheng Jixue was truly alert—after all, Zhang Chaohe also came from a wealthy family, and it wasn't impossible that he might be dragged into the bloodshed. He held his breath and pressed on, "Who is this person?"
Whether it's true or false, it's always good to take precautions!
Zhang Chaohe said in a deep voice, "This man is from the capital, and is known in the martial arts world as... Master Ji the Second."
Cheng Jixue: ? ?
who??
Can you say that again?
Cheng Jixue was dumbfounded. For a moment, he didn't even know whether Zhang Chaohe was testing him or really believed it to be true!
How could such a precise strike be possible...? Which bastard is using his name to act recklessly, to the point that Zhang Chaohe has such wild ideas?
The next second, Zhang Chaohe declared again: "I didn't know who he was before, but now I know. He is Ji Boyang!"
Cheng Jixue: ...
His heart was colder than the fish that had been killed at RT-Mart over the past ten years. Zhang Chaohe's speech was full of ups and downs; he could understand every word, but put them together, they were like a foreign language, impossible to decipher.
Cheng Jixue met his gaze, trying to make her voice sound calm while subtly conveying a hint of surprise: "Are you mistaken? Why would Ji Boyang do such a thing?"
The goose-chasing business hadn't even started long before it was already being turned into a mortal enemy... What is Zhang Chaohe's little goose thinking all day long!
Helpless, Cheng Jixue was also observing Zhang Chaohe discreetly—he preferred to believe that Zhang Chaohe had noticed some clues and was testing him, rather than that Zhang Chaohe was truly afraid of him.
How could that be... He loves him too much to even think about it.
Seeing that he didn't believe him, Zhang Chaohe became a little anxious and blurted out in desperation, "It's true... I even dreamed that I would be injured by a car—"
Cheng Jixue suddenly placed her index finger on his lips.
"Don't say it."
Those beautiful eyes no longer held the gentle, watery tenderness and smile; instead, they revealed a chilling, sinister quality, like dark, dense stars. Cheng Jixue was already taller than him, and with Zhang Chaohe leaning forward, he was even shorter. When Cheng Jixue looked at him so intently, there was a hint of disdain in her gaze.
The coldness and icy melancholy that Zhang Chaohe had once seen in him resurfaced like a reef. Cheng Jixue looked at him almost gently and whispered in his ear, "I don't like it."
I don't want to hear him talk about himself like that, nor do I want to hear him impose such an ending on them—although I don't know where Zhang Chaohe heard this name from, or what kind of love-hate entanglement he imagined in his dreams.
But he knew perfectly well that this was not something he would do, and even if the person was not Zhang Chaohe, he would not do such a thing.
What's more, this person is Zhang Chaohe.
Zhang Chaohe's pupils dilated and then contracted in an instant. He stared blankly at Cheng Jixue, seemingly lost in thought. The two stared at each other as if in a power struggle, neither willing to give in first, neither willing to look away first.
After a long pause, Zhang Chaohe finally blinked first, realizing Cheng Jixue's unwavering stance on the matter. Of course, he also felt that the idea of "precognitive dreams" sounded somewhat absurd.
He wasn't sure if he was sighing or feeling regretful—Zhang Chaohe asked, "So, between him and me, you'll stand on the same side as me, right?"
So between him and me, you'd prefer me, right?
“Yes.” Cheng Jixue answered without hesitation, “What you dream about is all fake, it will never come true.”
He reached out and held Zhang Chaohe's occipital bone, pressing it slightly against his shoulder. Zhang Chaohe blinked and, for the first time so quietly, rested his forehead against his shoulder.
Cheng Jixue wanted to take advantage of the situation to clear her name of the inexplicable smear campaign, and she was even prepared to put all the blame on Ji Boyang. However, someone suddenly knocked on the door: "President Zhang, someone is looking for you and wants to return something you lost."