Deng Qi, who had just become a member of Jiang Siming's Consort Group, had been in an incredibly good mood these past few days.
Zhao Xuan and the others had even pulled her into the WeChat Harem Group, making her one of the sisterhood.
They knew Deng Qi still had to stay busy with her concert tour. Otherwise, they would already have called her over to their place to "meet up and play mahjong."
"I only know how to play Cantonese Mahjong," Deng Qi said timidly in a voice message on WeChat.
Zhao Xuan: It's fine. We play every kind of mahjong.
Deng Qi: That's good, then. I haven't played Cantonese Mahjong in ages.
Sakura: A'Qi, hold a private concert for us when you get back. We love listening to you sing.
Deng Qi: Okay, okay, I definitely will. I'll sing to my sisters' hearts' content~
Zhirou: A'Qi, be careful and stay safe during your concerts. And make sure you get enough rest, too.
Deng Qi: I'm so touched! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, I definitely will, Sister Zhirou.
World's Richest Man: A'Qi, we're all from Hong Kong. Sister Zhirou is right—don't push yourself too hard. Besides, you have a billionaire husband now (covering mouth), so what is there to fear?
Deng Qi: (shy child) Little Sister World's Richest Man, I know~
Every day, they chatted happily in the group. Occasionally, Jiang Siming would join in and say a few words, only to be ignored because they were in the middle of a lively conversation.
Deng Qi had also become even more beautiful after being nourished by love, and her mood was better than ever.
Every day, she hummed little songs as she walked around. Whenever she took a break, she would think about Jiang Siming and feel unbearably sweet.
"Boss, I secretly