Fanqie TV Live Broadcast Room.
The female host looked at the peerlessly handsome man sitting across from her, who exuded an air of noble elegance, and posed the final question of the interview.
“President Shang, do you intend to focus on the entertainment industry market upon your return to the country?”
It was a very business-oriented question.
As long as the other party answered as fluently as he had just now, the interview would conclude perfectly.
The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back leisurely on the sofa in a perfectly tailored black haute couture suit.
The button of his black shirt was fastened to the very top, and above it was a smooth, sexy Adam’s apple, exuding a strong sense of cold asceticism.
His eyelids drooped slightly, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his high nose. The lenses reflected the lights of the studio, obscuring his thoughts.
However, they could not hide the powerful and oppressive aura that radiated from him.
“No.”
The man’s voice was deep and indifferent.
The host blinked, “Hmm?”
The man lifted his gaze, his deep, cold eyes looking straight into the camera through his lenses. “It’s for a woman.”
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
The man’s name was Shang Chi, the head of the Shang Group.
In just three years abroad, he had managed to infiltrate the Shang Group’s industries into every sector overseas.
He was known for being swift, decisive, and ruthless in his methods.
Having been back in the country for only half a year, the Shang Group had reached new heights under his management, nearly monopolizing the domestic market.
The name ‘Shang Chi’ had become a presence that struck fear into the hearts of everyone in the business world.
A few months ago, he had acquired the country’s leading entertainment company, becoming the new president of Tianheng Entertainment.
That was why the host had asked such a question.
A man at the top of the pyramid was not easy to book for an interview. For half a year, countless television stations had invited him, only to be rejected every time.
For some unknown reason, he had agreed to Fanqie TV’s invitation.
Given such a rare opportunity, the interview questions had been meticulously selected, and they dared not include even a hint of a question regarding the man’s private life.
Who would have thought that he would drop a bombshell himself!
Relying on her years of interview experience, the host seized the opportunity to lead into the next question, “Is it… a woman you love?”
The man did not respond. His eyes were dark and unreadable as his thumb idly stroked the silver ring on his index finger.
The silver ring was quite ordinary, forming a stark contrast with the expensive watch on his wrist.
In those few seconds, a thin layer of sweat broke out on the host’s back.
Could her question have been overstepping?
Just as the host was cautiously weighing her words, the man spoke.
“A woman who once rejected me.”
His voice was calm and steady, as if he were stating something as mundane as ‘The weather is nice today’ or ‘Have you eaten yet?’
But deep within his eyes, dark undercurrents surged, and a flash of excitement flickered past, making him impossible to read.
Upon hearing this, everyone present wore expressions of utter shock.
Exactly which woman was so blind as to reject a man who stood upon a pedestal like a god?
Sitting in a car, watching the live broadcast on an iPad, the assistant Xiao Ran felt the same way. “Wow! The woman who rejected the Big Boss is way too ungrateful, don’t you think, Sister Jiang Zhi?”
As she spoke, she looked at the woman sitting beside her, who wore thick glasses, had a face full of freckles, and dark skin.
Jiang Zhi gave a nonchalant hum in response.
The man’s voice was strangely familiar, but not enough to make her linger.
She only spared a glance at the iPad before withdrawing her gaze.
Then, she picked up her shoulder bag, took the cake she had personally made at the bakery, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.
Her movements were smooth and practiced.
She never imagined that a few days later, the owner of that voice, the man named Shang Chi, would become her husband in the eyes of the law.
Standing outside the car, Jiang Zhi gave Xiao Ran a polite smile. “Please organize the notes from President Shang’s interview today and send them to my email.”
Understanding the new boss’s preferences and way of doing things should have been one of her top priorities.
But today was her boyfriend Jiang Qinian’s birthday, and her thoughts had long since drifted away.
Xiao Ran was the only one who knew about her relationship with Jiang Qinian.
Xiao Ran gave Jiang Zhi an ‘OK’ sign, wearing a ‘I totally get it’ expression. “Got it. Hurry back and spend the birthday with Film Emperor Jiang.”
Pausing for a moment, she remembered the ‘battle dress’ Jiang Zhi had bought at the mall and added mischievously, “After all, a moment of a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold~”
Jiang Zhi’s face instantly flushed red, and she suddenly felt the bag in her hand grow hot.
Returning to the apartment.
By her calculations, Jiang Qinian should still be at his fan birthday party and wouldn’t be back so soon.
Jiang Zhi first sent him a message, then took a deep breath, pulled a black nightgown out of her bag, and headed into the bathroom.
The bathroom mirror was clouded with steam.
Through the hazy reflection, the woman’s luminous, fair skin and curvaceous figure were faintly visible.
She extended her slender, porcelain-white arms, slipping the black camisole dress over her graceful curves. The straps were extremely thin, hanging precariously on her rounded shoulders.
The snowy white of her chest and the black of the lace dress were sharply defined, creating a powerful visual impact that invited endless imagination.
Jiang Zhi tugged at the hem of the dress, which only reached the top of her thighs. This was the first time she had worn a dress with so little fabric, and she felt somewhat uneasy.
With her slender fingertips, she picked up a cherry-blossom-colored lip glaze and applied it to her full lips in front of the mirror.
The freckled, dark makeup had already been removed, revealing her original beauty.
Looking at her clean, bright self with red lips and white teeth, Jiang Zhi curled her lips in satisfaction.
She wondered how Qinian would react when he saw her like this.
Jiang Zhi checked her phone; Jiang Qinian still hadn’t replied.
Exiting the bathroom, she kept the lights off to give the man a surprise.
She felt her way toward the table in the dark, intending to put the cake in the fridge, when a commotion came from outside the front door.
Jiang Zhi’s eyes instantly lit up, and she strode toward the door.
After only a few steps, her feet felt as if they were nailed to the floor, unable to move another inch.
Listening closely, there was not only the voice of her boyfriend, Jiang Qinian, but also a coquettish female voice mixed in.
Her blood ran cold, then surged to her head.
Jiang Zhi murmured to herself: It’s impossible. Jiang Qinian wouldn’t betray me.
The moment the door opened, her actions preceded her thoughts. She ran into the man’s bedroom and curled up inside the wardrobe.
Jiang Zhi had never imagined Jiang Qinian would betray her.
But the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s moans intertwined, each sound piercing her ears.
The wardrobe wasn’t completely shut, leaving a thin crack.
Through that crack, Jiang Zhi watched with her own eyes as her boyfriend betrayed her, tangled in passion with the actress Wen Nian, the woman who targeted her most.
Her heart ached as if pierced by needles, a dense pain spreading to every part of her body.
In five years, this was the first time she had missed her boyfriend’s birthday, using a business trip as an excuse when she actually just wanted to give him a surprise.
Because her father’s sins were heavy and she had suffered greatly from them, her faith in Jesus gave her a moment of peace. Consequently, her relationship with her boyfriend had been one of deep affection but restrained by propriety.
She thought he was her salvation. Today, she had mustered the courage to set aside her faith and give herself completely to him.
To her dismay, what she received was a betrayal that felt like being executed by a thousand cuts.
Finally, the sounds of the two figures entwined on the bed ceased.
Jiang Zhi tried to hypnotize herself, thinking that perhaps the man was drunk and had mistaken Wen Nian—who looked somewhat like her—for herself.
But in the next moment, the conversation between the man and woman on the bed completely shattered that sliver of hope, making her thoughts seem incredibly foolish and laughable.
She finally realized that losing feelings for someone can happen in an instant, because of a single sentence, or a single thought.
A rotten cucumber—whoever wants it can have it; she certainly didn’t care for it anymore.