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Chapter 17 – Get Together
It was almost time for dinner, so Cen Sen asked Zhou Jiaheng to book a room at a nearby restaurant.
Ji Mingshu didn't want to go at first. She always had a poor appetite when she and Cen Sen ate out.
Because Cen Sen doesn't like to talk while eating, and looks slow, but he actually eats very fast.
After eating, he just sits opposite you and looks at his watch from time to time, just like when you were in school and the invigilator stands in front of you and says, "Just write casually and hand in the paper quickly. There are five minutes left, three minutes left, and the last minute." Who can stand this?
But after the misunderstanding and having accepted the bracelet bribe, she couldn't refuse her cheap husband, so she had to pretend to agree happily.
Cen Sen still had some work to do, and Ji Mingshu was rarely generous and expressed her understanding, "It’s fine, I can take a look around on this floor by myself."
Cen Sen: "Then let Zhou Jiaheng take you. If you have any problem, you can find him."
Ji Mingshu made an "OK" gesture and glanced at the desk past Cen Sen.
The divorce agreement that had hit him on the face was lying quietly on the table.
She walked to the desk first, took it out and hid it behind her as if nothing had happened, then left the office quickly and quietly.
Fortunately, Cen Sen didn't even glance properly at the paper when she took it out. Even though she had never studied law, she could see how informal and wrong this divorce agreement downloaded from the Internet was. If Cen Sen saw it, he would probably ridicule her.
Opposite Cen Sen's office is the president’s assistant office, which has two sides against the wall and the other two sides are designed with a transparent design surrounded by circular glass. All the workstations inside face the president's office.
As soon as Ji Mingshu came out, several assistants in the president’s office noticed her immediately. They stood up in unison and nodded at her.
Ji Mingshu paused for a moment, then turned to ask Zhou Jiaheng: "Are they all Mr. Cen's assistants?"
She counted silently, nine, including Zhou Jiaheng, there were ten. He needed so many assistants? Was he unable to take care of himself?
"Yes." Zhou Jiaheng nodded.
He led Ji Mingshu inside and introduced them one by one: "These two are Mr. Cen's translation assistants. Assistant Luo is proficient in four languages, and Assistant Wang has a master’s degree in Translation and Interpretation. Assistant Li is mainly responsible for connecting Mr. Cen with the overseas departments of the company, and Assistant Huang is now responsible for connecting Mr. Cen with the company and Beijing Construction..."
“…”
“The division of labor is really detailed.”
Ji Mingshu had no work experience, and didn't particularly understand the specific duties he was talking about. She was confused. After listening, she pretended to understand and commented that it was ‘meticulous’. She then said, "You guys are busy, don't worry about me. Everyone... thank you for your hard work."
The assistants bowed in unison again.
Ji Mingshu almost thought that they were going to collectively shout ‘We will serve the President well’ and subconsciously took a small step back.
Speaking of which, as the president's wife, she has visited the company's hotels many times, but this is her first time to set foot at the headquarters.
After strolling until lunchtime, she and Cen Sen walked arm in arm, like a couple in love and left the group building under the gaze of the employees.
At the same time, gossip was spreading within the group.
"The president's wife is quite pretty."
"Quite pretty??? I don't agree with your opinion!"
"I noticed that the president's wife had an extra diamond bracelet on her hand when she came down, hehe."
"??? Sister have good eyes."
"Sister, since you are so meticulous, do you want to come and clean up the dust for us?"
"The couple's love has been identified."
While Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen are getting back together as a plastic couple, Zhang Baoshu is in big trouble because of the news.
"Please believe me, this is really just a misunderstanding. I don't know why it suddenly..."
Zhang Qi interrupted impatiently, "You are so pretentious, don't you know how much you weigh? And you dare to play tricks on me! I swear, if you dare to show off in front of me again, I will kill you!"
"I……"
Before Zhang Baoshu could say anything else, Zhang Qi hung up the phone.
She held the cell phone, her lips pale, and sat on the sofa, and trembled.
In fact, it was just a change of mind on her part at first. She wanted to use her relationship with Zhang Qi to hype up her image as a low-key, rich and beautiful woman with a strong background.
She thought that there were so many news reports out there, and given their brief relationship, Zhang Qi would not cause her trouble over a seemingly plausible press release.
Who would have thought that on the night when they first met at a social gathering, a reporter happened to get inside information from the club and went over to snoop on another female star who was originally scheduled to attend the date. As a result, he didn't even see the female star, but did take a photo of her and Cen Sen.
She had an idea and simply asked the reporter to replace the photo in the press release with Cen Sen, while keeping the content and video unchanged.
In this way, they can find someone to hype it up later and investigate that the person in the photo is not Zhang Qi, but the prince of JunYi who has a deeper background.
She thought that even if Cen Sen came to cause trouble, she could pretend to be ignorant and distance herself from the matter by simply saying that the reporter had made a mistake and that she had that kind of relationship with Zhang Qi.
But unexpectedly, Cen Sen was too lazy to look for her and directly made trouble for Zhang Qi and interrupted the cooperation between the two companies, which directly led to Zhang Qi's displeasure and him coming to her.
Her mind went blank, she felt confused and panicked.
At noon, there were few customers in the French restaurant near CBD. Gentle music danced in the air, and waiters shuttled back and forth silently.
Today's main course was French grilled veal chops and sautéed mushrooms. After the waiter left, Ji Mingshu repeated the important question, "Why did you smile at her?"
She was so easily fooled in the office that she forgot the details. When she arrived at the restaurant and was eating, she suddenly remembered Cen Sen’s rare smile in the photo.
It's also strange that he has a cold face in front of his wife and doesn't even show a warm smile after sex, but he smiles happily in front of that 18th-line girl.
When Ji Mingshu thought of this, she lost her appetite. After thinking it over, she decided to ask.
Cen Sen shook the red wine glass and looked at her deeply, "I wasn’t smiling at her."
Did she see it wrong? He clearly smiled at her!
The bastard said half a sentence and then went back to eating, not wanting to explain any more. Ji Mingshu was confused and couldn't help but look at the secretly taken pictures again.
In the picture where he was smiling, Cen Sen's eyes seemed to be drooping downwards.
She followed his gaze to Zhang Baoshu's bag.
This bag...
Even someone like Cen Sen, who doesn't care much about girls' clothes and whatnots, can recognize it at a glance. How could Ji Mingshu, who has been immersed in luxury brands since childhood, be less perceptive than him?
She immediately recalled her great achievements in putting a bag over Cen Sen's head and beating him up, then threatening to kill the pervert.
After a moment of silence, she put down her phone, picked up her knife and fork, and said as if nothing had happened: "This French restaurant is quite authentic, and the steak is good."
Cen Sen glanced at her calmly and didn't say anything.
As usual, this meal was another torturous experience with the invigilator sitting in front of her and urging her to hand in her test paper.
Just when Ji Mingshu couldn't stand it anymore and wanted Cen Sen to dig out his eyes and stop staring at her while she was eating, Cen Sen suddenly asked, "In a few days, Jiang Che and Zhao Yang will return to the capital and meet up at He Yong Hui. Do you want to go?"
Ji Mingshu looked up and asked, "What am I going to do?"
"Whatever you want."
“…”
" Is this how you invite someone? If you don't want me to go, don't ask. Do you really not want me to go? Then I must go."
Ji Mingshu still has a bit of a temper.
Cen Sen rubbed his brow and once again felt the serious difficulty in communicating with this wife whose brain was short-circuited by diamonds.
He said no more, only: "I'll send someone to pick you up when the time comes."
Jiang Che, Zhao Yang, Shu Yang and a few others were boys of the same age as Cen Sen in the compound. After Cen Sen returned to Nanqiao Hutong, they gradually started playing together and later went to school together. They can be considered childhood friends with a friendship of more than ten to twenty years.
Ji Mingshu naturally knew them, but she had isolated Cen Sen with her friends since she was a child, and she didn't have much affection for the small group of boys that he played with. Whenever she met them at school, she would sneer at them and blow her bubble gum.
Of course, this was just Ji Mingshu's one-sided dislike. All the boys were older than her, so they looked at her like a spoiled little sister and would even joke with her from time to time.
However, when Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen suddenly announced their marriage, this group of childhood friends were shocked. They admired their brother for being so brave and wealthy that he could marry this spoiled woman. They even felt a little sympathy for him.
In the "Nan Ke Yi Meng" private room of He Yong Hui, a warm yellow square lamp shone obliquely behind the half-hidden screen. Jiang Che lit a cigarette, and the scarlet flame was only a thin line, flickering.
[Literal translation: A Dream of Nanke, Dream of Splendor]
After he lit it, he pushed the cigarette box in front of Cen Sen, but Cen Sen didn't take it.
Zhao Yang is now working as a doctor and he doesn't smoke on weekdays.
Instead, Shu Yang raised his chin towards his new girlfriend, motioning her to get it for him.
Zhao Yang and Shu Yang have always been the noisiest, especially Shu Yang. On weekdays, he would call a few girls to have some fun outside. But today, when he heard that Ji Mingshu was coming, he didn't dare to call any women of questionable reputation. Otherwise, Miss Ji would probably pour wine on him and scold him for lowering his class and not being worthy of sharing the name "Shu" with her.
Cen Sen is a quiet person and doesn't participate in noisy things. He usually communicates more with Jiang Che.
Moreover, the two of them have a financial project in which they have invested together, and when they get together, they mostly talk about work.
At this moment, several people were sitting at a square table, playing poker and talking. Cen Sen and Jiang Che started using financial terms, and Shu Yang became impatient to listen.
Shu Yang: "I say, you two, you finally get together, can you please stop talking about your various projects?"
"Especially you, Brother Sen. No matter how much money you make, don't you spend it all on that woman Ji Mingshu? I tell you, she will spend as much as you have and it will never be too much. Do you still expect her to be frugal and help you save money for future generations? I advise you not to work so hard. Be nice to yourself while you are alive, okay?"
Zhao Yang glanced at the time and asked Cen Sen, "Brother Sen, why hasn't your wife arrived yet?"
Before Cen Sen could reply, Shu Yang spoke for him, "Do you even need to ask? Miss Ji can't go out without three to five hours of dressing up?"
Zhao Yang and Jiang Che both chuckled suddenly, silently agreeing with his answer.
Shu Yang was a little drunk after drinking a little wine, and continued his high-sounding speech, "Brother Sen, do you know what this is called? This is called making the most money and raising the most expensive canary!"
"I'm more economical. I don't need to earn much money. I can just keep a normal vase, right? An ordinary one is fine. I can change it every day and never use the same one twice for several years!"
The more he spoke, the prouder he became, and he couldn't stop chattering.
Cen Sen was holding a poker cards in his hand, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the shining high heels behind the screen. He looked up at Shu Yang.
Jiang Che also dusted off his cigarette ash, coughed lightly, and picked up the whiskey on the table.
But Shu Yang failed to appreciate their reminders and continued to step on the landmines buried underground one by one. "Oh, by the way, Brother Sen, Li Wenyin has finished her studies and will probably be returning to China during this period. Did you know?"
Jiang Che just faked a cough, but this time he really choked.
Zhao Yang had also sensed the dangerous atmosphere in the air.
"If you ask me, Li Wenyin is pretty, and her artistic aura is really special. Besides, she works in the arts, so she's not extravagant!"
As he spoke, he felt something strange and finally realized that something was wrong. The problem came from the fact that the hairs on his back suddenly stood up straight.
After a two-second pause, he suddenly raised his voice, "But! Men earn money to spend on women, just like Brother Sen. I really envy Brother Sen because he has a woman who knows how to spend his fortune!"
"Xiao Shu has such good taste, such a good figure and is so beautiful. Tell me, can you find another one like her in the whole capital? She is the only one in the city! It's really a great honor to bring her out! Isn't this the value of a man's existence? Tell me, how can Brother Sen be so lucky to marry such a fairy-like wife?!"
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