"Yes, little fairy."
After reading the Weibo post, Cen Sen gave a perfunctory reply, put down his phone, and felt relieved.
Ji Mingshu tentatively asked, "Do you...do you have any opinion on my Weibo post?"
Cen Sen thought for a moment, "The sentences are fluent, the logic is clear, and it's well written."
"Well, don't you think I'm being a bit aggressive?" After all, I was talking about your ex-girlfriend.
Cen Sen thought for a moment, "I know there is such a thing, but I have forgotten it. In my heart, you will always be... a fairy."
Ji Mingshu: "..."
The feeling of forcing herself to say sweet nothings is so reminiscent of her forcing a respectable woman into a brothel.
She gave Cen Sen a look that said, "Okay, I can see you're trying really hard to keep up with the times," and went to the bathroom, satisfied.
While Ji Mingshu was washing up in the bathroom, there was a new development on Weibo: after being silent for many days, Junyi's official Weibo account once again liked Ji Mingshu's post, with a very clear attitude and a very firm stance.
[I don't know why, but I sensed a strong survival instinct in the CEO from the official Weibo account's series of actions.]
[Henpecked husband diagnosis complete.]
Actually, the likes were given by Zhou Jiaheng. The previous few times, the assistant to the chief executive also took time out of his busy schedule to personally write the copy.
However, Zhou Jiaheng's meaning naturally represents Cen Sen's meaning, so saying that he has a "strong will to survive" and is "henpecked" is not an exaggeration.
Meanwhile, there was much discussion in the circle. Some people felt that Ji Mingshu's actions were unbecoming of her status, that a socialite should not do anything productive and instead argue with people online.
However, some people think that since Cen Sen doesn't mind and even uses the group's Weibo account to express his opinion, it's none of your business. Those who are meddling in other people's business should look at the questionable marriage partners their families have arranged for them.
When Ji Mingshu's second uncle learned of this, he called Ji Mingshu and gave her a good scolding. The scolding consisted of the same old advice: to stay out of the public eye, to talk less online, and to hurry up and get pregnant and have a child.
Ji Mingshu pretended to be a granddaughter for a while, then gave Cen Sen a look for help, which finally allowed her to escape from the superior's instructions that her second uncle was giving in detail.
Fortunately, apart from a few wealthy and beautiful bloggers revealing more details of Li Wenying's scheming and manipulative behavior, nothing else went wrong and the incident didn't cause any bigger uproar online.
As for Li Wenyin, she has not responded.
Li Wenying's fans, who initially thought Ji Mingshu was distorting the facts, were already disheartened after witnessing the downfall of Junyi's official Weibo account and the revelations from several well-known wealthy and beautiful bloggers.
After waiting for several days, they still didn't get an explanation from Li Wenying. Instead, one night, Li Wenying quietly deleted all her Weibo posts, changed her name, and changed her profile picture.
—Jiang Chun later stated that Li Wenying's action marked a revolutionary victory in the expulsion of Li Xiaolian, and had a profound impact on deterring the White Lotus sect members from taking rash actions. Comrade Ji Mingshu also became the well-deserved recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Expulsion Lotus Masters Association after this battle.
Ji Mingshu clearly didn't really want this honor; having surpassed Li Wenyin in Weibo followers in the past few days was already the greatest honor she could receive.
However, after that, she became more easygoing. She never intended to be a celebrity or an internet celebrity, so she stopped posting on Weibo and didn't want to attract any more attention.
This series of events, one after another, finally came to a close with the end of the New Year. Although it stopped snowing in the capital after the New Year, the temperature has not yet warmed up.
On the 20th day of the first lunar month, Cen Sen officially returned to work at the company.
Cen Sen took a nearly 20-day vacation, which, according to him, was the longest vacation he had ever taken since he started working.
Even so, Ji Mingshu felt that he was working every day, only that he had moved his office to his home.
As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." After confirming her feelings for Cen Sen, Ji Mingshu was somewhat influenced by Cen Sen, and always had the feeling that "he is so rich and hardworking, so I should find something to do to be worthy of him."
It seems that when you truly fall in love with someone, you unconsciously want to get closer to them, you greedily want to invade their territory, and you want to have more to talk about with them.
So when Ji Mingshu saw Cen Sen's densely packed work plan for the first half of the year, he also sneaked into his study, and solemnly rested his chin on his hand, saying, "I also want to write a New Year's plan, can you teach me?"
Cen Sen's hands paused slightly on the keyboard. "What kind? Tourism or shopping?"
"..."
Ji Mingshu stared at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Do I really look that lazy, good-for-nothing?"
Cen Sen also met her gaze with an expression that said, "You just look like a lazy, good-for-nothing."
Ten seconds later, Cen Sen raised the white flag because Ji Mingshu had been rubbing the inside of his calves barefoot under the desk.
He pulled out a document and handed it to Ji Mingshu. “I remember you were very interested in the Junyi Yaji project before. The hotel will be completed this April. The project team has already selected more than 30 designers to design the guest rooms. If you are interested, I can arrange for you to participate in the competition, but the premise is that your design must pass the project team’s anonymous blind vote.”
Ji Mingshu took the document and read it carefully for a while.
After she finished looking at it, she suddenly laughed, flicked her hair, and muttered to herself as if by accident, "Why does the Potala Palace look so much like our study?"
"..."
Cen Sen didn't understand what she meant at first, but when he realized it, Ji Mingshu snuggled up to sit on his lap, gave him a kiss, and said sweetly, "Thank you, husband."
Author's Note: Little Canary: This little one has finally reached the Potala Palace after three kneelings and nine prostrations, and successfully moved heaven and earth!
Chapter 72
Ji Mingshu still remembered the time when she wanted to participate in the Junyi Designer Hotel project but was mocked by Cen Sen for bowing and kowtowing to the Potala Palace, saying that it might move heaven and earth. Now that she had finally gotten her revenge, she was naturally in a good mood.
After the storm subsided late at night, she nestled lazily in Cen Sen's arms, playing with his eyelashes, still half-asleep thinking: "That jerk is a jerk. He says he let me participate because my design skills have improved, but his body says a different story. He has a meeting at the company at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, yet he still manages to keep me up until three in the morning..."
Without thinking much, she drifted off to sleep.
At Junyi's first senior management meeting after the New Year, Cen Sen, dressed in a suit and tie, attended on time. After the meeting, Cen Sen and a group of senior executives went downstairs in a large group to inspect the work areas of each department.
As always, Cen Sen's expression was gentle yet aloof. Wherever he went, no one dared to misbehave within a ten-meter radius of him.
Everyone stood respectfully listening to the leader's speech, but only about a third were actually listening. Another third were thinking about their own work and personal matters, and the remaining third, upon seeing Cen Sen, subconsciously recalled the gossip about the president and his wife that had been circulating recently.
Everyone online says their CEO is henpecked, but looking at his "your ancestors for eighteen generations owe me 18 billion" attitude, it's hard to imagine what he's like when he's being controlled by his wife to the point of not daring to utter a word.
However, the colleagues in the project team were fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it.
At the end of the inspection, Zhou Jiaheng left a step behind, asking the person in charge of Group A of the Junyi Yaji project not to finalize the list of designers yet, saying that they needed to add a set of designer information. When the person in charge asked for the information, Zhou Jiaheng said that it was not ready yet, but he did have the names.
—Ji Mingshu.
After Zhou Jiaheng left, the person in charge asked the project team members, "Who is Ji Mingshu? Have you heard of him?"
Everyone looked at him with a "Don't you ever go online or check the company group chat?" look, and after a long while, someone finally answered him:
"Of course I've heard of it..."
"It's the president's wife..."
While Cen Sen was at work, Ji Mingshu also diligently wrote down her New Year's plans. These plans weren't all about work; they included a variety of things like throwing parties, going on trips, attending haute couture week, and starting a date with Cen Sen as a couple.
After reading it, Jiang Chun gave her a sincere suggestion: "I think your plan is missing a very important element."
"What?"
"Preparing for pregnancy and having a baby."
Jiang Chun spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and even started rambling on about her second uncle's ways.
Ji Mingshu found her particularly strange. "Why did you suddenly think of this?" Normally, this little goose could talk about delicious food all the time, but suddenly she skipped the wife role and went straight to the mother role during the New Year.
Jiang Chun smiled mysteriously and shyly, but with a hint of smugness, then stretched out her little goose claws and shook them wildly in front of her.
Ji Mingshu has too many diamond rings. She usually just picks one to wear for fun, and most of them don't have any special meaning. If Jiang Chun hadn't pointed it out, she really wouldn't have realized it.
After a three-second pause, she asked, "Did you and Tang Zhizhou get on the train first and then buy the tickets later...?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Tang Zhizhou and I are still very innocent, okay? This is an engagement ring!" Jiang Chun slapped her in annoyance.
"..." Ji Mingshu resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It's just an engagement ring, and you're already thinking about having a baby before even having an engagement ceremony? Can't you be a little more mature?"
Jiang Chun gave a forced smile and said, "To be honest, I was thinking about having children even before I was engaged."
Ji Mingshu didn't know what she had done wrong. Even when she went out for afternoon tea with her best friend, she was still being lectured about things like "having a child with the person you love as soon as possible." If Jiang Chun hadn't mentioned having a second child, she would have even suspected that her second uncle was trying to brainwash her by having her friends surround her.
Actually, Ji Mingshu didn't not want to have children. She just felt that she and Cen Sen had only recently confirmed their feelings for each other and hadn't had much time to enjoy their time together. It would be a waste to jump straight into a relationship like this. She wanted to make up for the regret of not having dated during her student days with Cen Sen.
But when she thought about how busy Cen Sen was, she felt down again. He still hadn't replied to the WeChat message she sent when she left the house, and he was even dating!
Back in our student days, a boyfriend like that would have been dumped by girls three thousand nine hundred and eighty-six times already!
Whether Cen Sen sensed her resentment or not, he replied to her WeChat message not long after.
Cen Sen: [I'm going to Changsha on a business trip tomorrow.]
This WeChat message is worse than not replying to TVT at all!
Cen Sen: [Want to come with me?]
Actually, there was another sentence: "If you go, I can show you around the designer hotel that Westlake has opened in Changsha."
Before he could even send it, Ji Mingshu replied with a "good" followed by a joyful exclamation mark.
Cen Sen half-covered his lips and suddenly chuckled.
Cen Sen didn't go to Xingcheng alone this time; he brought five or six senior executives with him, plus his assistants following behind, making a total of more than ten people.
Ji Mingshu, wearing sunglasses, stood next to Cen Sen, feeling a little excited, because this was the first time she had gone out with him and the group's senior executives as the president's wife.
Of course, she showed no excitement whatsoever—she maintained the same poker face as her husband the whole time, coupled with a matte velvet-textured bright red lipstick, a camel trench coat with excellent drape, and extremely high boots with very thin heels. She looked incredibly cool and exuded the aura of a career woman ready to take to the negotiating table at any moment.
The high-ranking officials in Xingcheng, who had undergone a personnel change, were unaware of what was going on. When they came out to greet them, they thought that Cen Sen's assistant had been replaced.
Of course, Ji Mingshu's high-handed attitude only lasted until he checked into his hotel.
When they dined at the rooftop revolving restaurant that evening, she asked excitedly, "How was it? Did I feel like a superwoman today?"
Cen Sen unbuttoned a button on his collar, hummed in agreement, and then handed her the steak he had cut.
Ji Mingshu, still savoring the feeling, rested his chin on his hand. "Now I suddenly think that being a big boss isn't so bad, you know, the kind where you strategize, command the world, and are unfathomable... um..."
She leaned back slightly, frowning in displeasure, and looked down at the dessert Cen Sen stuffed into her mouth.
Although Cen Sen didn't speak or make any expression, Ji Mingshu still had a good sense of what he was thinking: if you want to eat well, drink well, and live a good life, you'd better leave the company alone.
Before she could give up and make any more grand pronouncements, Cen Sen first told her about the resumption of the "Designer" program.
This was done with Ji Mingshu's consent.
The production team's constant crying and apologies were secondary; her main concern was the other designers.
So far, only two episodes of the show have been broadcast, which are the episodes recorded by her group. If the remaining episodes cannot be broadcast, it will be unfair to the other celebrities and amateur designers who participated in the filming.
Especially for amateur designers, she had exchanges with some designers during the recording of the show. Many of them had design concepts that were no worse than those of top international interior designers, but they just lacked opportunities to stand out.
There is such a program, regardless of the subsequent ratings, at least it provides a platform for self-expression and for industry professionals to see their true level.
Besides, those two episodes have already been re-edited, Yan Yuexing has disappeared from the public eye, and the production team has learned a painful lesson. In fact, continuing to air them would not have any impact on her.