Then her vision focused, and she finally saw the culprit that had been haunting her since early morning, causing her dream to take a sudden turn.
In fact, Cen Sen did not expect Ji Mingshu to be able to sleep so soundly. He had teased her for a long time without waking her up, and she only woke up when he released her.
Fortunately, her body's instincts were still quite honest even in her sleep.
The two locked eyes.
Ji Mingshu seamlessly connected with the scene in her dream, and her ears turned red, and her eyes flickered slightly.
Cen Sen, on the other hand, was quite calm. When the last bit of pleasure faded, he withdrew, looking satisfied as if he had "had his fill."
Ji Mingshu remained lying in bed, stunned, until the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Why would she have such a strange dream? And it was even in front of Li Wenying in the dream, how embarrassing!
Also, why is that bastard Cen Sen still causing trouble again this morning, even though he came three times last night?
She's still asleep! What's the difference between this and necrophilia?
No, she's not a corpse!
While Ji Mingshu was lost in thought, Cen Sen had already finished showering and come out of the bathroom. He couldn't resist spending a lot of time in bed that morning, and his phone had been ringing non-stop since eight o'clock.
He was on the phone, adjusting his collar with one hand, but he couldn't tie the tie with one hand. He glanced at Ji Mingshu, walked to the bedside, and handed her the tie.
Ji Mingshu didn't know what had possessed him; he sat up wrapped in a blanket without wearing anything and took the tie to help him tie it.
"...It's only a matter of time before Hehui relents. Their funding gap is too large, and they have no choice but to rely on Junyi and the others. You don't need to worry about that."
Perhaps because he had been working so hard early in the morning, Cen Sen's voice was a little low and hoarse, conveying a sense of physical and mental satisfaction.
Ji Mingshu kept reminding herself that it was just a marital sexual encounter and she shouldn't act like a lovesick fool, but she couldn't help but frantically recall the embarrassing scenes and then blush and her heart would race wildly.
In the end, Cen Sen finished her phone call, but she still hadn't tied her Windsor knot.
Cen Sen gave her a deep look, then suddenly reached out and took the tie from her hand.
"I'll do it myself."
Ji Mingshu didn't dare to look him in the eye. She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and sat on the bed. After a long while, she forced herself to speak righteously: "You should have done it yourself. Are you out of your mind? You could have just put the phone on speakerphone. Why did you have to make me go through all this trouble!"
When it comes to the word "fussing," she is more sensitive than anyone else. Before she could even blush, she quickly lay down and pulled the blanket up to cover her head.
A soft chuckle came from outside the blanket. She remained motionless, determined to play dead until Cen Sen left.
At 8:30 a.m., Zhou Jiaheng and the driver finally waited for Cen Sen to come out.
Strangely enough, in Zhou Jiaheng's impression, Cen Sen had always been frighteningly self-disciplined, and being late should never have happened to this boss.
But he didn't dare ask, and silently imagined unexpected situations such as a couple arguing.
There is a group meeting in the morning, which is basically a routine report by the managers who liaise with the various branches of the group.
The cities with the most hotels under the Junyi brand in China are Beijing and Changsha. In the previous hotel review, Changsha had not been visited yet because there are 23 hotels in Changsha under the four series of Junyi, and a visit would require at least a week.
As luck would have it, this meeting brought to light the messy affairs stirred up by the higher-ups at the Xingcheng branch.
After the meeting, Cen Sen immediately instructed Zhou Jiaheng to adjust his recent schedule.
Zhou Jiaheng reminded him that it was best not to cancel his appointment with Director Chen tonight, and Cen Sen replied in a low voice, "Then let's set off after this is over."
In his office, after finishing the documents at hand, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
For some reason, the image of Ji Mingshu moaning softly beneath him popped into his mind again, both sweet and sensual.
His Adam's apple bobbed, then he sat up and took a sip of black coffee.
Actually, he and Ji Mingshu had known each other for a long time, but upon closer reflection, they didn't know each other very well.
For example, Ji Mingshu's insistence on divorce after the affair was completely unexpected to him, and he even felt that his own reaction was somewhat unexpected as well.
There seems to be a strange, uncontrollable aversion to the word "divorce."
On second thought, he found it ridiculous. The Ji family was of little use to him now. On the contrary, this marriage alliance was entirely beneficial to the Ji family. Ji Mingshu still dared to bring up divorce every few days, and the Ji family would be the first to object.
He opened a new document, but after reading only a couple of lines, he suddenly picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ji Mingshu.
When Ji Mingshu received Cen Sen's WeChat message, he was visiting a popular dessert shop with Jiang Chungu and Kaiyang.
The three of them ordered a table full of food and took many photos, but they were all drinking bland tea.
Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang are both concerned about their figures. Last night, Ji Mingshu felt guilty for finishing a whole plate of braised pork ribs. Although they did sex from night to morning, she still weighed herself and gained a full six ounces.
There's no way around it; fat is a lie detector that money can't buy off—it's realistic and ruthless.
Jiang Chun wanted to eat it, but before she could even extend her goose claw, Ji Mingshu started nagging in her ear.
"All you do is eat, eat, eat! Do you think you've already become as thin as Zhao Feiyan? Maintaining your figure is a lifelong pursuit for women. Yan Yu and that green tea b*tch are still watching with their eyes open. Do you really think you can make Yan Yu regret it and end up eating shit with that green tea b*tch?"
"Don't think that just because you're making some progress with Tang Zhizhou, you can stop demanding things of yourself. Today, Tang Zhizhou might praise you for being chubby and cute, but tomorrow he might turn on you and call you an uncultured fatso!"
Jiang Chun: "..."
Who the hell could eat this?
After stopping Jiang Chun from letting loose, Ji Mingshu chatted with Gu Kaiyang about appearing on the show.
She's too concerned about maintaining her socialite image and is a bit indecisive.
Gu Kaiyang found it to be a rather interesting experience, and she has always been a rather independent and self-reliant girl who has always believed that women should have their own careers.
Gu Kaiyang: "Participating in the program is first and foremost an experience, and secondly, you can use it to develop your career. Xingcheng TV has a pretty good influence. You participated in Xingcheng TV's program as an interior designer, so you can get more cases in the future. Your husband is generous and has more money than he can spend, but it's still more enjoyable to spend money you earn yourself, right?"
“No way,” Ji Mingshu said matter-of-factly, resting his chin on his hand. “I think it’s more enjoyable to spend money earned by others.”
"..."
Upon closer reflection, it turns out there's nothing wrong with it.
Just then, Ji Mingshu received a WeChat message from Cen Sen.
Cen Sen: [I'm going to Changsha tonight; I might be gone for a month or two.]
Is he going to Xingcheng?
Ji Mingshu recalled that the recording of that program also took about a month.
Then another message came in.
Cen Sen: [Call me if you need anything.]
Ji Mingshu had originally intended to ask him last night if he had any opinions or suggestions if she participated in the program, but after getting entangled in bed, she completely forgot about it.
At this moment, she earnestly and promptly put into practice Cen Sen's words, "Call me if you need anything," and called him as soon as he finished sending the message and before he even put down his phone.
After exchanging a few casual words, Cen Sen suddenly told her to wait a moment.
After waiting for about half a minute, Cen Sen's voice came through the phone again. Ji Mingshu got to the point and said, "Actually, it's like this. There's a program on Xingcheng TV that wants to invite me to participate. It's a space design program, and it's basically about teaming up with celebrities to complete design tasks. What do you think?"
Cen Sen looked at the program lineup that Zhou Jiaheng had sent half a minute ago, his gaze falling on the line that Zhou Jiaheng had marked:
"Group 3: Li Che, Ji Mingshu (tentative)"
"Note: Li Che has plans to break up with Meng Xiaowei and can cooperate with the production team to form a couple with ordinary people. The ordinary people have excellent appearances and can be included as key filming subjects."
He glanced at Li Che's profile again and said indifferently, "I don't think he's anything special."
Ji Mingshu: "..."
Cen Sen: "You might be more suited to a show like Metamorphosis."
Ji Mingshu: "...?"
Chapter 21
Metamorphosis?
After hanging up the phone, Ji Mingshu was still a little dazed.
He was asking if she was suited to go to some remote, unconnected corner of the country to slaughter pigs, grow vegetables, and herd cattle for a new era of socialist transformation.
Is he even human? How could he say something like that?
"He's so vicious just because I spent a few stinking coins!"
"Why doesn't he go and reform it himself!"
Ji Mingshu was so angry that he ate three macarons in one go, his tone filled with disbelief that "there are such heartless people in this world."
Gu Kaiyang subconsciously corrected him, "That's more than just a few stinking coins."
Ji Mingshu shoved a macaron into her mouth with his other hand, his eyes clearly saying: Eat yours and shut up.
Jiang Chun was unaware of the true relationship between Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen, and thought it was just a playful banter between a loving couple. Therefore, her focus was entirely on the fact that "Ji Mingshu touched the dessert first."
She swallowed hard without making a sound, and said perfunctorily, "Calm down, calm down. Your husband was just joking. He would never let you participate in a reality show like 'Transformation'."
As she spoke, her little silver fork stealthily reached towards the tiramisu.
Before she could even touch the tiramisu, Ji Mingshu slapped her goose claw away and gave her a second yellow card warning with her eyes.
Jiang Chun was dejected and filled with resentment.
Perhaps because she had been suppressed too much by Ji Mingshu recently, she suddenly sat up straight again in the next second, as if possessed by the little earth goose of Niu Hulu, and her little mouth smacked wildly in response.
"It's not like you'd be invited to participate in a reality show like 'Transformation.' You absolutely mustn't go. What did the farmers do wrong to deserve a nuisance like you? You can't lift a finger, you can't even tie a shoelace, and you're expected to plant rice and vegetables? My God, if the neighbor's kid touches your bag, you'll probably yell: 'Ah! Get your dirty hands off me! This bag is worth 1.2 million!'"
Ji Mingshu: "...?"
One piece of tiramisu and the whole thing was ruined.
What did she do wrong to marry that kind of man and make friends with that kind of person?
Back home, Ji Mingshu was still unable to extricate herself from Cen Sen's vicious criticism.
While using the restroom, she discovered that her period had started. Feeling a pang of sadness, she sank into the sofa and began to ponder Gu Kaiyang's earnest teachings.
In fact, after the last cheating incident turned out to be a false alarm, she had seriously considered how she would continue her life if she and Cen Sen were to divorce.
Before the marriage, the Ji family treated her very well, but she did not have any actual shares or assets that could be liquidated in large quantities.
After marriage, Cen Sen allowed her to spend money as she pleased, but she and Cen Sen had a prenuptial agreement that if they divorced, she would not receive a penny and would have to leave with nothing.
If that scoundrel were any more ruthless, he wouldn't be able to take any of the things she'd spent on extravagantly over the years with her.