Don’t Sign Her
“Jingchen, I made your favorite stir-fried tomatoes with eggs. Do you want to try it?”
Lin Zhi opened the lunchbox, and tears fell into the food like a string of broken pearls.
Her features were soft, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably as she cried, making it hard not to feel sympathy.
Gu Jingchen’s expression was complicated; he pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.
They had thirteen years of shared history, enviable to anyone who heard about it.
But ever since a certain incident came to light, he could no longer look at this long-trusted companion normally.
“Lin Zhi, you should go home,” he said coldly.
The sobbing stopped abruptly. Lin Zhi looked up angrily, her eyes red like a rabbit’s. “I know you’re mad because I lied to you, but five years have passed.
Does our everyday companionship mean less than one afternoon? Gu Jingchen, do you even have a heart?”
Gu Jingchen’s expression didn’t change. He still refused firmly: “You should go. This isn’t a place for you.”
“…Fine, very well.” Lin Zhi sniffed and closed the lunchbox.
She raised her chin proudly, her gaze stunningly beautiful. “I’m not signing with Menglong. I’ll go to Qisheng!”
Qisheng was another major company in the entertainment industry, a rival to Menglong.
In a fit of anger, Lin Zhi decided to go against Gu Jingchen?
Quite adept at manipulating men, Qin Mingzhu thought with a small smile.
“Do you have something you want to ask?”
The man’s calm, clear voice came from above. Qin Mingzhu leisurely twirled her pen and said unhurriedly, “Do you think Lin Zhi will go to Qisheng?”
Gu Jingchen’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly, and he tilted his head. “Why are you asking me that?”
“Wasn’t it you who asked me if I had questions?” Qin Mingzhu pouted. “How did it become you asking me?”
“I thought you’d be more curious about my relationship with Lin Zhi,” Gu Jingchen said slowly.
His dark eyes fixed on her, as if trying to detect any hidden emotion.
But there was none.
Qin Mingzhu remained calm and composed, even smiling slightly. “What’s the point of asking a question you already expect the answer to?”
Everything had already been measured for the perfect response.
Qin Mingzhu didn’t want to hear that.
“Answer the question I just asked. What’s your answer?” She leaned fully over the desk like a mischievous cat, resting her chin on her hands.
Gu Jingchen lowered his gaze to meet her fox-like eyes.
They seemed innocent, yet concealed a whirlpool beneath the surface that could easily draw someone in.
His heart raced, but his face remained calm. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want her to go?” Qin Mingzhu pressed.
“No,” Gu Jingchen said immediately.
He analyzed calmly: “Over the past five years, Lin Zhi has won many awards abroad. Her skills are indisputable, and signing her would bring absolute benefits to Menglong.”
Conversely, if Lin Zhi signed with Qisheng, it would be a serious blow to Menglong.
Qin Mingzhu nodded in satisfaction; she liked this answer.
Because Gu Jingchen hadn’t lied to pacify her.
Lin Zhi’s acting was indeed impressive her performance upon entering the office earlier had already shown that.
Her crying scene was heart-wrenching, knowing to open the lunchbox first and let tears fall into it, both visually striking and emotionally painful.
Even after being rejected, she didn’t cling. She decisively declared she would become a strong rival to Gu Jingchen…
And left a suspenseful question: did she choose Qisheng out of anger, or would she eventually return to Menglong?
If she returned, the natural human tendency of cherishing something regained would make her even more valued.
Qin Mingzhu squinted, lifted Gu Jingchen’s chin, and in a commanding tone said, “Let her go to Qisheng. Don’t sign her.”
She was fierce, like a proud little fox.
Gu Jingchen inexplicably felt playful.
He let Qin Mingzhu’s hand toy with his chin, lifting one corner of his lips, lowering his voice seductively. “And why should I?”
“You’re asking me why?” Qin Mingzhu smiled lightly, stepped forward, and suddenly kissed him!
When their soft lips met, it sent an invisible current between them.
Gu Jingchen’s pupils contracted. Soon, he took control, biting her lower lip, tongue forcefully probing her mouth, seizing every breath from her.
The woman in his arms gradually gasped for air, leaning softly against him, obediently responding to his every move.
“Qin Mingzhu,” Gu Jingchen panted, gripping her waist. “You have to take responsibility now.”
Qin Mingzhu, nearly breathless from the kiss, almost laughed at his words, teasing softly, “Shameless! I didn’t ask you to be responsible.”
Gu Jingchen’s gaze darkened; he said nothing, but let her hand explore beneath, letting her feel it herself.
“You… you’re a beast!” Qin Mingzhu’s face flushed crimson. She poked him lightly. “This is the office, you know!”
“And that night, why didn’t you think about being in the office?” Gu Jingchen smirked, “You started this fire you deal with it.”
“You know it was ‘that night’! Daytime and nighttime aren’t the same!” Qin Mingzhu blushed, whispering in his ear.
Gu Jingchen felt decadently indulgent.
He even said, “Once the curtain’s drawn, who knows if it’s day or night?”
Still, it successfully convinced Qin Mingzhu.
It was her first time doing this; she was nervous, her hands trembling.
After another awkward moment, Gu Jingchen gasped, biting her ear. “Don’t force me.”
“You keep talking, do it yourself!” Qin Mingzhu’s hands ached. “I’m hungry; I want to eat.”
Gu Jingchen had no choice but to coax her.
Finally done, both were sweaty.
Gu Jingchen opened all the windows to ventilate; Qin Mingzhu lazily curled up on the sofa, murmuring, “You’re quite skilled at opening windows to air things out.”
“You trying to pick a fight again?” Gu Jingchen raised an eyebrow.
Qin Mingzhu immediately shut up.
After all this, an hour had already passed.
Qin Mingzhu, starving and sleepy, wrapped herself in a blanket, curling into a ball. “When will the food we ordered arrive?”
“Soon. Drink this first to fill your stomach.”
Gu Jingchen bent to hand her a cup of hot milk.
The office was filled only with the sound of her gulping.
After a while, Gu Jingchen asked casually, “Mingzhu, do you want to enter the industry?”