Chapter 12: Still worthy of you

After Ji Lanruo left, Jiang Mian sat alone in the store for a while.

She originally felt that when Shen Tingyu was away, even if he was a substitute, she would not have no chance.

Even if it comes to an end one day, she can turn around and leave openly. But the longer time passed, the more Jiang Mian found that she had become addicted to Ji Zhixiu's exclusive tenderness and found it difficult to get away.

She thought of three years ago——

At that time, Jiang Mian was an 18th-tier starlet, not popular. I have filmed several movies, but I have never played a heroine once.

She was quite popular among passers-by, and she had the capital to express support for her, but Jiang Mian was not happy.

The agent, Sister Ning, pointed at her head and scolded her eight hundred times. If she had just flirted with any boss, she wouldn't be as confused as she is now, but Jiang Mian only went in one ear and out the other.

Until a cocktail party, Jiang Mian was given a hard time by a real estate boss, who asked her to either sleep with him for the night or drink the row of wine in front of her.

The alcohol content in this row is extremely high. There are about ten glasses in total. After a few glasses, you can get drunk without vomiting. Not to mention so many. On that day, Jiang Mian's aunt happened to be here.

She maintained a decent smile on her lips, and her little hands under the table were clenched.

But he is still trying to have a good talk with the boss, “People like Mr. Zhang are the best among men. What kind of woman do you want? How can I be worthy of Mr. Zhang?"

Mr. Zhang sneered with a big belly. He hated little celebrities like Jiang Mian who pretended to be innocent.

To put it nicely, she is a star, but to put it badly, she is just a daughter who can be bullied by everyone.

"Why, if you don't drink, you won't give me face?"

Yes, I just don’t give you face. Jiang Mian narrowed his eyes. If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty.

She squeezed the wine glass tightly and was about to pour him a cup of wine to cool him down.

Then I heard a low and disdainful voice beside my ear.

"How much is Mr. Zhang's face worth?"

Mr. Zhang looked at the person coming, stood up immediately, and almost overturned the chair with his movements. He nodded and bowed and said, "Mr. Ji, what a coincidence, you are here too? Why didn't I hear about your arrival?"

Mr. Zhang rubbed his fat hands. Didn't he say that Mr. Ji would not attend the reception?

Ji Zhixiu led two assistants, wearing a tailor-made suit with a stern expression. He didn't look like a guest attending a cocktail party, but as if this place was owned by his family.

Just standing there, the aura is so strong that no one can get close to him.

Hearing this, he almost laughed audibly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, “Why, do I need to report to Mr. Zhang where I am going?"

Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Mr. Zhang shook his head wildly, "No... no, I didn't mean that, Mr. Ji. If I had known that Mr. Ji was here, I would have stepped forward to say hello to you."

If he had known that Mr. Ji was here, he would have stepped forward to say a few words.

It's good now that he sees him embarrass a little star.

Jiang Mian turned to look at the man. The man had handsome features and clear outlines, and was at least 1.9 meters tall. A pair of red phoenix eyes raised outwards, and their eyes were indifferent. There is almost no unnecessary expression on the face, and the cold jawline is perfectly downward.

Her eyes moved downwards, and she saw that the man had a meticulous collar and tie. His suit pants made him taller and his legs longer. The cuffs were rolled up on his wrists, revealing the Patek Philippe watch he was wearing, which set off the man's abstinence and lust.

What a handsome man.

Jiang Mian stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips. This man had saved her.

She was admiring the beauty, and then heard the man's voice again, “Man, can I take him away?"

What he said was a question, but there was no inquiring tone. It clearly meant a notification.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a second before he realized that he was talking about Jiang Mian. He nodded hastily, "Please, please...please, Mr. Ji, how could I compete with Mr. Ji for someone?"

"Why don't you leave then?"

Jiang Mian came to her senses and realized that he was talking about her.

She followed.

To match her skirt today, Jiang Mian wore nine-centimeter high heels. She didn't adapt well and walked very slowly. Can't keep up with men.

There was a pain in his feet. Jiang Mian bit his lip slightly, realizing that the skin might be broken.

She sighed in her heart, if Sister Ning hadn't asked her to come over to attend dinner parties and socialize to show her face, today wouldn't be like this.

Just as she was thinking about it, she was walking with her head down and was caught off guard by bumping into the back of the man in front of her.

She covered the tip of her nose, feeling so painful that she wanted to cry, and a layer of mist quickly filled her eyes.

Damn, this man’s back is really tough, I just don’t know if that aspect is the same...

Ji Zhixiu knew that she didn't follow, so he deliberately lowered his pace.

But he didn't expect that she would bump into her without looking at the road. He turned around, pinched the woman's chin with his big palm, and said coldly, “Does it hurt?"

Jiang Mian lowered his voice, as sweet as a piece of fine honey, “It hurts..."

Ji Zhixiu narrowed his narrow eyes and said, "As long as you know the pain, just watch the road."

He let go of his hand, but the soft touch seemed to still remain on his fingertips, which made people miss him endlessly.

Jiang Mian pouted, "What?" She thought he would feel distressed.

Ji Zhixiu said nothing and walked side by side with her this time.

At the door, Ji Zhixiu asked, “Get in my car?"

Jiang Mian blinked and refused, "This is not appropriate, Mr. Ji. It would be very unpleasant to hear about it."

Quick, save me.

Ji Zhixiu looked at her with a serious look and said only two words, “Who dares?"

In the car, Jiang Mian took off his shoes, looked down and saw that his heels were really scratched. It doesn’t matter if you don’t wear these shoes.

The man's gaze passed over her gleaming white thighs and stayed there for a long time.

Jiang Mian was wearing a small white dress with high slits and satin suspenders that day, and her makeup was also pseudo-no makeup, very delicate.

She had always been confident about her appearance, and when she realized the man's gaze lingered on her, she curved her lips and smiled.

Passing by a drugstore on the way, Ji Zhixiu calmly ordered, “Fan Cheng, go down and buy two band-aids."

Three minutes later, Jiang Mian put on a band-aid.

Her eyebrows were curved and her watery eyes were sparkling, and she looked at Ji Zhixiu, “Thank you, Mr. Ji."

"Where to live?" he asked.

Jiang Mian reported an address. This area was famous for being a mixed bag of good and bad, and the security was notoriously poor.

Ji Zhixiu frowned slightly, a little displeased, “That's where you live?"

"Yeah, there's nothing I can do about it. I won't be popular and I won't be able to make money." Jiang Mian sighed, with an aggrieved look on his face.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his expression flickered in and out under the night, “Jiang Mian, marry me, and you can spend my card as you wish."

Later Jiang Mian thought about it, why she agreed to Ji Zhixiu's secret marriage, probably because she also coveted Ji Zhixiu's beauty.

Pulling back his thoughts, Jiang Mian thought, what should I do? She just likes Ji Zhixiu.

I like it so much that I still want to give it a try even if I find out later that I am Shen Tingyu's substitute. I like it so much that I can't wait to see him now.

When Jiang Mian returned to Bieyuan, Ji Zhixiu was on the phone in the living room, speaking fluent French.

When Ji Zhixiu saw her coming back, he didn't say anything more and quickly hung up the phone.

"Come back so soon?"

Jiang Mian took off his scarf and whispered softly, “I missed you and I'll be back."

These words were very useful to Ji Zhixiu, "I'm back just in time. I'm going back to Ji's house tomorrow. If you have any questions, please ask Fan Cheng."

"Good to know."

Aunt Song promptly handed her a cup of hot drink, "It's really cold outside."

Jiang Mian took it with both hands, "Yes, when I first came in, I saw Captain Sun and the security team running and exercising."

"Then I have to cook them something delicious and reward them later."

Jiang Mian watched Aunt Song walk into the kitchen.

Without anyone else, she leaned over and lay on top of Ji Zhixiu, saying coquettishly, “When are we going to Ireland?"

"Next week. It's Chang Qin's birthday this week. I'll definitely go out to have a party then. After spending his birthday with him, I'll hand over the company and then we'll leave."

Jiang Mian nodded and put the hot drink in his hand to his lips. Ji Zhixiu lowered his head and took a sip very naturally.

"Very sweet."

…

The next day, before Jiang Mian woke up, Ji Zhixiu had already arrived at Ji's house.

Ji's mother pushed Mayu's invitation today and is waiting for Ji Zhixiu.

She sat in the living room and asked the servant, “Are all the dishes that the young master likes to eat ready?"

"It's been arranged, Madam, don't worry."

She felt a rare uneasiness in her heart. Over the years, she and her son had become farther and farther apart...

Ji Zhilan came down from upstairs wearing slippers, "Mom, you got up so early?"

"Your brother will be back later. I'll get up early and wait for him."

Ji Zhilan opened the refrigerator door and unscrewed a bottle of soda water, "Brother will be back soon. Why do I think you are a little nervous?"

"Zhilan, your brother is already a grown man this year. Do you think it's time for your brother to marry you a sister-in-law?"

Ji Zhilan swallowed a sip of water, thought of Shen Tingyu, and said casually, “Don't worry, my brother is still young."

Ji's mother rolled her eyes at her, "It's useless to tell you. I will tell your brother when he comes back."

Ji Zhixiu strode into the living room. He was not going to the company today and was dressed very casually.

Ji's mother is very happy every time she sees this son. She has not achieved much in her life, and her two children are her biggest supporters.

Seeing Ji's mother, Ji Zhixiu called out, “Mom, where are dad and grandpa?" His eyebrows were extremely indifferent, and he had no other emotions when asked.

Ji's mother asked the servant to bring breakfast, “I don't know about your dad, but your grandpa is practicing Tai Chi in the garden."

Ji Zhixiu stopped him and said, "No, I ate it when I came here."

"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't eaten yet." Ji Zhilan sat at the table and said hello, “Brother."

Ji Zhixiu nodded slightly, "I'm going to see grandpa."

"Don't go yet, Zhixiu, let's talk mother and son." Ji's mother stopped Ji Zhixiu.

Ji Zhixiu glanced at Ji's mother, “What do you want to say?"

Ji's mother, “After the Chinese New Year, you are one year older, and you have only had one girlfriend so far. Do you have any thoughts?"

Ji Zhixiu leaned on the sofa, casually and lazily, “I don't have any ideas."

Ji's mother was choked by him and said bluntly, “I made an appointment for you with the young lady from the Ji family. Please take the time to meet her. Her family is in the fast food industry. She is pretty good in this field and she is worthy of you... "

"Does grandpa know this?" He interrupted Ji's mother's chatter.

Ji's mother froze, "As long as you want to, your grandpa will not disagree."

"I don't want to." He ruthlessly interrupted his mother's fantasy.

After saying that, he stood up and went straight to the back garden.

Ji Zhilan listened carefully without daring to interrupt. He waited until the person left before saying, "Mom, what are you in a hurry about? I don't think I want to get married at all."

Her good intentions were rejected mercilessly. Ji's mother was so angry that her chest hurt, “Did I say let him get married now? I just said let him meet first! What's his attitude?"

Ji Zhilan whispered, “Brother doesn't need it."

Ji's mother is upset. This son has never been under control. She just wants to find a well-matched wife for her son. What's wrong with her?