“Our contract has been canceled, I won’t go back.” Lin Xiaoman didn’t want to have any connection with him, knowing his intent and preparing to hang up the phone, “President Ji, please don’t call me again.”
“Don’t you want to reach the top of the entertainment industry?”
The words from the other end of the phone made Lin Xiaoman hesitate slightly. She hadn’t yet reached the top of the entertainment industry, hadn’t yet revenged against that dog couple, and couldn’t stop here.
Hearing Ji Zhixian’s decisive tone, he seemed to have found a way to solve the problem.
Lin Xiaoman realized that Ji Zhixian seemed to be good at everything – singing well when singing, acting well when filming TV dramas, and running a company competently.
“This is my matter,” Lin Xiaoman resolutely refused, “It has nothing to do with President Ji.”
Silence came from the other end of the phone.
Lin Xiaoman knew she had gone too far, but to make him dislike her, she continued: “Please don’t disturb me again, President Ji.”
“Aren’t you the type to do anything to reach the top of the entertainment industry?” Ji Zhixian’s voice sounded again, low and heartbreaking, “I’m giving you a chance to use me. What are you hesitating about?”
“A good horse doesn’t eat old grass, and I have my dignity.”
“You’re not like this,” Ji Zhixian said slowly, “What’s the real reason?”
Lin Xiaoman hated Ji Zhixian’s intelligence for the first time: “Don’t you know that when a woman doesn’t want to answer, a gentleman shouldn’t keep asking?”
“We never had a gentlemanly relationship between us,” Ji Zhixian’s voice suddenly became ambiguous, “You should be responsible for me.”
Lin Xiaoman panicked: “Don’t talk nonsense.”
“There are reporters outside the neighborhood asking about our relationship. You’ve made my life a mess. Don’t you think you should take responsibility?”
Lin Xiaoman was stunned.
“Are you okay?” She suspected something might be wrong with his mental state.
“In half an hour, if you come, everything will be fine. If you don’t come, I can’t guarantee what I might say to the reporters.”
The call ended cleanly.
Lin Xiaoman was shocked.
Was this still the aloof and reserved Ji Zhixian?
Had he really been stimulated?
Worried he might actually say something to the reporters, Lin Xiaoman rushed to Jinsha Tiandi. Just as she arrived at the neighborhood entrance, she received a location and message from Ji Zhixian: Come here. It was a house next to Ji Zhixian’s villa.
Passing through Jinsha Tiandi’s entrance, Lin Xiaoman saw several rows of reporters squatting by the roadside. She had Xie Chi drive directly into the neighborhood. It seemed Ji Zhixian had already instructed security, who opened the gate after seeing her car.
All the decorations in the room were in the Italian light luxury style she liked, and even the doll on the sofa was something she had at home. She suddenly realized that this was a house prepared by Ji Zhixian for her. Because she had mentioned liking the house in Gold Sand Heaven during a program, she thought that the pearl earrings she had previously received were probably deliberately bought by Ji Zhixian.
“Do you have any other way now?” Ji Zhixian turned back, just seeing Lin Xiaoman’s uneasy and sad expression, and his voice involuntarily lowered, “This house can be given to you. You can say you live here, and everything can be solved.”
“No.” Lin Xiaoman’s body trembled even more violently. She couldn’t stay here any longer.
The longer she stayed, the more details of the room she would see, all of which she had casually mentioned in the program.
But now, someone had turned all her casual remarks into reality and placed them in front of her.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would definitely soften her heart.
“I’m leaving.”
“No need.” Ji Zhixian didn’t expect her to be so resolute and gave a bitter smile, “The house has been transferred to your name.”
Since Lin Xiaoman moved into his home, he had considered whether being photographed by reporters might add fuel to the fire and negatively impact Lin Xiaoman, so he transferred the adjacent spare house to her name.
The two houses were bought together. He had decorated the house in the style Tang Feifei liked, thinking of giving it to her as a wedding gift when she got married.
But he didn’t wait for that day, and the house remained empty.
Now it was good that its owner was someone similar to Tang Feifei.
“This is what you deserve,” Ji Zhixian said and prepared to leave.
Lin Xiaoman’s phone suddenly rang.
“Xiaoman, something’s wrong. Reporters are coming. Don’t come out.”
“Don’t go.” Lin Xiaoman rushed over and blocked Ji Zhixian, pressing him against the wall corner, “There are reporters.”
The doorbell rang, and through the screen, several reporters could be seen standing outside looking in.
“Hello, is anyone inside?”
“Lin Xiaoman, are you in there?”
“I saw you go in. Don’t hide.”
Until it became quiet outside, Lin Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief. She then realized her hand was on Ji Zhixian’s chest, and the man who was a head taller was looking down at her seriously.
His deep eyes were like a whirlpool, and just looking into them would draw one in completely.
Lin Xiaoman’s heart suddenly raced, and she wanted to step back.
Ji Zhixian pulled her into his arms, his voice ambiguous: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t leave?”
“Okay.” She hurriedly pushed Ji Zhixian away, “Our contract didn’t include the clause of touching randomly.”
Ji Zhixian leaned back against the wall, but the corner of his mouth curved up, his eyes full of laughter.
Lin Xiaoman turned her head away: “For the sake of the house, I’ll give you another chance.”
But at the moment he held her in his arms, she felt his slightly trembling body.
It turned out he was just as uneasy as she was.
The heart that had been hardened to refuse him suddenly softened. She couldn’t bear to say she would leave.
“I will stay,” she said.
Afterward, Lin Xiaoman left Ji Zhixian in the house and went out to deal with the reporters.
Since Ji Zhixian said the house was transferred to her name, she just needed to say she was living here alone. The truth would be proven by someone.
As expected, after the reporters left, news quickly spread online that the owner of the Gold Sand Heaven house was Lin Xiaoman herself.
Then Ji Zhixian had people steer the online narrative:
— Who would have thought Xiaoman is the real wealthy lady? Where would she need to be kept?
— I heard Ning Yumei is an adopted daughter of the Ning family. Xiaoman is the real young lady. It’s normal for a young lady to have her own house, right?
— Xiaoman’s mother is the famous actress Su Wei. It’s normal for her to leave her some property.
— Suddenly discovered that Xiaoman and Tang Feifei are cousins. No wonder they look so similar.
— What is the relationship between Ning Yumei and Xiaoman?
The water army steered the narrative to divert attention. Netizens began discussing Ning Yumei’s identity. Some said she was a fake young lady who had usurped someone else’s position, others said she was an illegitimate daughter. For a while, Ning Yumei’s reputation plummeted.
“Bastard! Bitch! Go die!” Ning Yumei saw various speculations about her online and was so angry that she flipped her computer onto the floor.
The noise upstairs was too loud.
Ning’s wife couldn’t sit still after sending several rich ladies away. She hurried upstairs and saw the mess, frowning: “What are you doing?”
“Venting!” Ning Yumei was impatient, “It’s obvious at a glance. How can I let outsiders see this?”
“Is this the behavior of the Ning family’s young lady?”
