“Limit! Limit! Limit!”
“Are you even speaking human language?!”
Ji Mingshu was very depressed, looking unhappy since leaving the party. During the car ride to the Junyi headquarters, she gazed out the window in frustration.
Perhaps because tomorrow was Chinese New Year’s Eve, the driver was in a relaxed mood and even chatted humorously with her while waiting at a traffic light.
Unfortunately, she remained silent from start to finish, staring out the window at who knows what, her lips pressed downward, adding a touch of coldness to her otherwise beautiful face.
The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror and tactfully stopped talking.
The car cabin fell into silence, but Ji Mingshu’s imagination was running wild—
That dog Cen Sen! Did she look like the kind of woman who only wanted him for his money? Well, she used to be, but now didn’t she want him as a person too?! Was he from the planet “I’m blind and clueless but handsome and rich”? He couldn’t see her feelings at all!!
He should use his brain a little. Who would easily forgive the unforgivable mistake of being cyberbullied just because of a small island if they didn’t like him?
Who would risk being scolded by their father-in-law to stubbornly rush into the study with soup if they didn’t like him?
Who would cooperate with his fooling around all night! Being exhausted to death but still having to satisfy his male ego by conveying “Honey, you’re amazing” through gestures, expressions, and words in every possible way!
Angry! She was truly so angry!!!
Upon arriving at Junyi, the angry Ji Mingshu put on her sunglasses with an air of coldness before slowly getting out of the car.
Today, she had attended a birthday party, wearing a burgundy cocktail dress underneath a custom-made off-white coat. Her high heels sparkled from toe to the thin, high heel; crystal strands loosely wrapped around her slender ankle bones, each step radiating shattered light. Perhaps thanks to this outfit, even the thermos in her hand somehow had the quality of a Hermès New Year limited edition.
At this moment, Cen Sen was on a video call with Jiang Che.
Jiang Che noticed the high-definition surveillance screen beside him, smiled, and even took a screenshot to send to the group chat before ending the call.
Jiang Che: [Image]
Jiang Che: [Not talking anymore, your wife is here to check on you.]
Zhao Yang: [Is that Xiao Shu? So beautiful even in surveillance footage? Tsk tsk!]
Shu Yang chimed in with extreme flattery: [That’s right! Ji Mingshu! A woman who exudes class and dignity even in minus eight-degree weather!]
Cen Sen didn’t bother responding much. He glanced at the surveillance screen and called Zhou Jiaheng on the intercom to go down and meet her.
But he hung up after just one ring because Zhou Jiaheng had already appeared scurrying in the corner of the surveillance screen.
After messing up twice in a row, the executive assistant’s awareness had suddenly improved dramatically.
Knowing Ji Mingshu was coming to visit the office, he had specifically instructed the driver to alert him three traffic lights before arriving at the company.
By the time Ji Mingshu got out of the car and walked in, he had already been waiting respectfully at the entrance for the CEO’s wife.
He carefully accompanied Ji Mingshu, his expression extremely respectful, bordering on flattery. “Madam, you’ve gone to such trouble. Let me carry this for you. This way, Madam.”
The aloof Ji Mingshu didn’t even give him half a glance, just responding with an “Mm.”
Walking into the CEO’s private elevator, the aloof Ji Mingshu looked at the illuminated 68th floor and suddenly asked, “Tomorrow is New Year. Zhou, aren’t you going home?”
Zhou Jiaheng: “Yes, yes, I am. Mr. Cen specially arranged a flight for me. I’ll be heading home first thing tomorrow morning.”
He smiled and told her how considerate Cen Sen was to his employees. “Mr. Cen even prepared a car full of gifts for my parents and insisted I take them home. He said that he couldn’t go back home for the New Year the past two years when he was in Australia, so he wanted me to have a good time with my parents this time, and these gifts are his sincere regards.”
“Mr. Cen even gave me a full seven days off and planned the New Year’s Eve dinner for me. He arranged for me to eat at our local Junyi Huazhang. If relatives and friends come over, they can stay directly at the hotel…”
The more Zhou Jiaheng rambled, the more stifled Ji Mingshu felt.
Please, who wanted to hear all this?
She had thought that since Zhou Jiaheng worked so closely with Cen Sen, he would surely be like-minded with her and complain about workaholic Cen Sen, who wouldn’t even take time off for the New Year. She never expected that this guy would be so delighted with just some small favors, so grateful to Cen Sen!
Too spineless, too disappointing! Such an unprincipled opportunist doesn’t deserve to be a friend of Ji Mingshu!
She was about to signal Zhou Jiaheng to stop talking immediately, but the next second, Zhou Jiaheng suddenly mentioned how hard Cen Sen had been working these past few days to remedy the losses incurred from returning to China early.
Ji Mingshu paused slightly and suddenly asked, “So, how much was lost?”
Zhou Jiaheng stopped abruptly, his face showing some reluctance. But as Ji Mingshu kept asking, and since it wasn’t exactly a business secret, Zhou Jiaheng hesitated for a moment before uncertainly holding up one finger.
“One hundred million?”
“…in US dollars?”
Zhou Jiaheng raised his other hand and made a zero gesture.
“…One billion?”
Zhou Jiaheng kept his eyes down, quickly saying: “The twelve-phase investment adds up to one billion. US dollars.”
Ji Mingshu fell silent.
Although she was somewhat numb to large sums of money and knew that Cen Sen’s wealth far exceeded this amount, she also understood that one billion US dollars was a very substantial personal investment.
The anger she had been nursing on the way there was instantly extinguished by this one-billion-dollar cold shower. At the same time, a feeling of guilt slowly grew in her heart. If it weren’t for her, this investment wouldn’t have been lost.
“Madam, we’ve arrived.”
The elevator reached the top floor. Seeing her lost in thought, Zhou Jiaheng held the elevator door and reminded her.
To the CEO’s office, Ji Mingshu was in a daze, the feeling of guilt growing stronger the closer she got to Cen Sen.
Standing at Cen Sen’s desk, she lowered her eyelashes and silently opened the thermos, saying softly: “I brought you chicken soup. Drink a little to warm yourself up. Many people lined up for this restaurant; they say it’s made with quality ingredients.”