"But there was something strange. Earlier today, Miss Fang told off Second Young Master's manager at the hot pot restaurant."
Ji Xiangyi paused slightly. A moment later, she seemed a little disbelieving again. "You're saying she told off Ji Xiangchen's manager?"
Fang Ning had only registered her marriage with Ji Xiangnian a few days ago. Had Fang Ning and Ji Xiangchen actually gotten that close already?
"Yes, yes, President Ji. That sister-in-law of yours really knows how to throw shade!"
"She's especially good at it. She asked whether Second Young Master Ji and his manager were cheating on each other!"
"..."
Having worked too late, Ji Xiangyi rubbed her temples, trying to relax and also to pull herself out of this disjointed conversation.
The assistant on the other end continued, "Your sister-in-law also sarcastically asked whether that manager was a spy, passing information to Second Young Master Ji's rival."
Ji Xiangyi: "..."
What did any of this even mean?
"Oh, right, there's one more thing I forgot to mention. Miss Fang and Second Young Master Ji are joining the same production in a few days. Apparently, they have romantic scenes together. Should I look into it?"
Fang Ning was Ji Xiangchen's sister-in-law, and both were celebrities notorious in the entertainment industry. Now that they were joining the same production, with romantic scenes between a man and his sister-in-law, people were bound to read into it.
The assistant felt she should still be told about this.
"No need. Ji Xiangchen is Ji Xiangchen, and I am me." Without even lifting her eyelids, Ji Xiangyi casually uttered those heartless words, disregarding their family ties.
"But..."
Ji Xiangyi lifted her lashes slightly and suddenly asked, "Wait, you said Fang Ning would be joining him? And they have romantic scenes?"
The assistant: "..." So, boss, you're only hearing what you want to hear, huh?
"Yes."
Ji Xiangyi seemed to take an interest in the matter all of a sudden. After a moment's consideration, she said, "Look into everything tonight and give it to me tomorrow morning."
The assistant: "???"
Seriously, you capitalist? It's already past one in the morning!!
Aaah! Doesn't this grand old working man need any rest? This boss has no idea how to read the room! Tomorrow, I'll fire...
Before he could finish with her, the assistant heard Ji Xiangyi's cold voice from the other end of the line. "Go to finance and collect an extra month's salary this month."
Upon hearing that, the assistant did not give himself even a second to hesitate and immediately declared his position. "!!! Of course, President Ji. Don't worry, President Ji. I guarantee I'll get it done!"
"President Ji, do you have any other instructions?"
Ji Xiangyi looked up at the dazzling stars in the sky and said casually, "Yes. Just one thing: Zhao Cheng is no longer my boyfriend. Don't call him my boyfriend again."
Fang Ning was right. A three-legged □□ might be hard to find, but a two-legged man certainly wasn't.
She, Ji Xiangyi, lacked familial affection, but she had no shortage of men pursuing her.
Thinking of Fang Ning, Ji Xiangyi gazed at the boundless night outside the window, a hint of coolness in her eyes.
What exactly had happened when Fang Ning's voice rang out in her head during dinner?
Lately, Ji Xiangnian had been busy with overseas acquisitions, leaving her in charge of all their work at home. Every day, she could only rest at around midnight.
Had being too busy with work caused something to go wrong with her brain?
She thought about how her brain had only developed problems because Ji Xiangnian insisted on going to the United States to negotiate some lousy partnership.
A chill gradually crept into Ji Xiangyi's eyes.
Just as Ji Xiangyi was agonizing over the problem with her brain function, someone knocked on her door.
Ji Xiangyi pulled herself out of her thoughts, walked to the door, and opened it.
An exquisitely beautiful face came into view. It was Fang Ning.
She held a platter of barbecue, her face beaming with a smile. "Xiangyi, I asked Uncle Li and the others to make some barbecue for a late-night snack. Come eat with me."
Ji Xiangyi generally disliked eating so late. She was just about to speak when a voice suddenly rang out in her head:
[Ah, I'm so clever, finding myself a late-night snack buddy. This way, I won't be the only one getting fat!]
Now Ji Xiangyi was certain. There was nothing wrong with her brain function. This world was simply too bizarre.
Ji Xiangyi had yet to receive the information about Ji Xiangchen and Fang Ning filming together, but someone else had gotten it ahead of her.
The United States.
Assistant Zheng received information from home about his boss's family and immediately put down the documents he was working on.
Recently, the company had been negotiating a partnership with an American company, and they had reached a critical stage. This partnership was a crucial negotiation in their company's expansion overseas.
They had already been working day and night for over half a month. Today, his boss had a very important document to deal with and had instructed that no one was to disturb him, even if the sky fell.
But Assistant Zheng looked at the message on his phone.
Having worked for his boss for over a decade, he understood that, to his boss, matters concerning his family were bigger than the sky.
At that thought, Assistant Zheng hurriedly got up, went to his boss's office, and knocked.
A deeply displeased voice came from inside the office. "I'm very busy right now."
"Chairman, there's news from home about Xiangchen and your wife..."
The voice inside paused for a moment. "Come in."
The door opened.
A man with cold, chiseled features sat straight-backed at the desk, dressed in a suit pressed without a single crease, with long brows and deep-set eyes.
He looked to be in his thirties, and every movement carried a steady reserve.
Unlike a young man in his early twenties with a flamboyant personality,
this man had been tempered and refined by the years, radiating a steady, composed presence from within.
A single glance at him made people involuntarily follow his figure with their eyes.
"What is it?" The man gently set down the finely made fountain pen in his hand without even lifting his eyelids.
Assistant Zheng steeled himself and said, "Chairman, take a look at this. Xiangchen and your wife seem to be joining the same production, and they have romantic scenes together."