Chapter 38 Violet "When are you going to sleep with me?"...

Ji Jiazhen returned to China with Fang Wei. To avoid suspicion, Wen Siyu took a flight that was one flight earlier than theirs.

Fang Wei took off Ji Jiazhen's hat on the covered bridge. The action was so sudden that Ji Jiazhen's steps faltered.

"Take off the mask and touch up your lipstick."

Ji Jiazhen was stunned for two seconds, then subconsciously did as instructed.

Fang Wei examined her face and was fairly satisfied with her bare face. His gaze slid down to the faint teeth marks peeking out from the side of her neck, the marks appearing to be no more than twelve hours old.

Fang Wei untied the silk scarf from his bag and tied it around her neck, making a neat knot that perfectly covered the mark that was inconvenient to show.

"Regardless of your public image or how the public perceives you, some things should be kept hidden to avoid giving others an opportunity to make a fuss. Leaving such an ugly mark on a girl's skin is indeed ungentlemanly, and I will teach him a lesson."

The meaning of "he" is self-evident; the teeth marks were left from when we almost went off while teasing him last night.

Fang Wei was, after all, an elder, and was somewhat embarrassed by her directness.

Ji Jiazhen awkwardly reached out and brushed her hair over her shoulder, then covered another layer of hair on the silk scarf, her voice unwavering: "There won't be a next time."

Fang Wei neither agreed nor disagreed with her words, and continued walking forward after looking away.

There was a commotion outside the VIP passage. As soon as they came out, a group of people swarmed around them, their cameras indicating their media status.

Ji Jiazhen turned half her face away from the camera, frowned and said in a low voice, "I haven't told anyone when I'm going back to China."

Fang Wei remained calm, placing his hand behind her back and leading her out in a protective manner.

"I shouted it."

The hand behind her was pulling hard, forcing her to straighten her back. Fang Wei leaned close to her and spoke in a voice only they could hear: "Raise your head, just like you always are. Get used to these sudden cameras. Never let them capture your panic. Don't hide, look them in the eye. Also, get used to your identity. Forget about your past experience of leaving the entertainment industry. You just need to remember that you are the most promising and most popular female star in the future, and I am your manager."

In the bustling airport, Fang Wei gave her her first lesson.

Compared to Ji Jiazhen, these media outlets were more interested in Fang Wei. The cameras were focused on both of them, but the reporters were calling out Fang Wei's name.

"Fang Wei! You've been out of the entertainment industry for over twenty years, are you planning a comeback now?"

"Fang Wei, does your return to China mean that Meng Xu will also be returning soon?"

"Fang Wei! May I ask what your relationship is with Ji Jiazhen?"

...

Among all these voices, one stood out in particular.

"Ji Jiazhen, someone saw you in a club in Paris and said you were having illicit relationships. Is that true?"

The question was full of malice, and Ji Jiazhen was so angry that she forgot to control her expression. She tried to find the source of the sound with a calm face, but before she could speak, Fang Wei patted her lower back.

That means she should keep quiet and not say anything.

"Dear media friends, I am just an agent. Please focus your questions and cameras on my artists."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd, and the camera not only did not focus on Ji Jiazhen, but also focused more on Fang Wei.

"Fang Wei! May I ask why you agreed to be Ji Jiazhen's agent?"

"Fang Wei! Does this mean Meng Xu will not make a comeback?!"

"Fang Wei..."

A barrage of questions was thrown at him, but Fang Wei stopped responding.

The crowd thronged around them until they reached the airport exit. Fang Wei pushed Ji Jiazhen into the car first, when a deep voice suddenly broke through the commotion behind them:

"Fang Wei! What is your opinion on the fact that Ji Jiazhen is a disgraced artist?"

Ji Jiazhen paused as she was getting into the car. Fang Wei's hand was still on her waist, urging her to get in. She hesitated for two seconds before finally turning around.

"Who asked? Say it again."

That person was probably a headstrong newbie, unfamiliar with the rules, unafraid of trouble, and boldly asked again, this time in a different phrasing:

"Ji Jiazhen, how do you view the fact that you are a disgraced celebrity?"

For a moment, the surrounding media fell silent, waiting for Ji Jiazhen's response.

"What criteria led to my being classified as a disgraced celebrity?"

The male reporter who asked the question replied, "His private life is chaotic; that's a proven fact."

Ji Jiazhen met his gaze. "You saw it?"

The male reporter remained silent.

She then looked at the others and asked, "Did you see it?"

Someone whispered, "Three years ago..."

"Don't tell me about three years ago. The clarification and truth of that mess can be easily found online with a simple search."

After she said that, the others who wanted to speak also chose to mute.

"So there's no evidence?"

No one spoke.

She glanced down at the labels in front of each microphone, gave a sarcastic smile, and said, "Aren't journalism students supposed to be concerned with the truth?"

Last year when she returned to China, it was at this airport, at this exit, and she was standing in front of the car again. Back then, they asked her how she explained the rumors of being kept and slept with. Today, they asked her how she views being a disgraced celebrity.

What's your opinion?

"The term 'tainted celebrity' will never be associated with me in my life. I was not before and I never will be. As for my opinion, my view has always been the same: it's utter nonsense."

After speaking, she turned and got into the car, leaving the camera with her aloof profile. Fang Wei followed closely behind. The door closed, shutting out all noise, and the car started, taking them away from the crowd.

"Don't you think I'm impatient?"

In the silent space, Ji Jiazhen suddenly spoke up and asked.

“But I can’t change it. I just wanted to let you know in advance. Please bear with me.”

“I’m not a smooth-talking agent. I will never compromise or give in on things that I can fight for. I will offend more people for you in the future, but you’ll have to bear with it. I can’t change.”

Ji Jiazhen smiled and turned her head to look out the window. Fang Wei's words made her body, which had been tense from anger, relax.

"I didn't intend for others to know so soon that you are my new agent."

Fang Wei replied: "It's all the same sooner or later. Since I'm cooperating with you, I will never let you suffer a loss. You will receive the same treatment as Meng Xu, and even more. Spreading the news today will save me a lot of effort. Some things you didn't get before will come to you on their own. Take them all. Those are things that Li Zhuorong has always dreamed of having."

Ji Jiazhen breathed heavily, her heart pounding, her chest heaving. She looked ahead; the road was wide, there were no cars in front, and on the uphill section, the car was almost at the top of the hill, her vision filled with the white sky.

Open and bright.

Like her future.

She suddenly turned to look at Fang Wei and asked her, "Did your promise to take me have anything to do with Wen Siyu?"

"He had begged me many times before you came, but I changed my mind after you arrived."

That means it's irrelevant.

*

The incident at the airport quickly became a trending topic, and Duan Qiyin, who had been quiet for a long time, made a rare phone call. Ji Jiazhen was sitting in the car on her way to his house when she answered the phone.

Duan Qiyin was about to speak when she interrupted him: "Let's talk when we meet. I'll be at your house in five minutes. I hope you'll be the only one there when I get there."

Duan Qiyin understood what he meant: I'm coming to argue with you, and I don't want anyone to see me, so you'd better get the others away quickly.

He arrived quickly, and when Ji Jiazhen arrived, he was indeed the only one left in the huge house.

Duan Qiyin sat on the sofa, dressed in leather shoes and a tie, looking every bit the thug in a suit.

Having not seen him for several months, Ji Jiazhen felt a strange sense of novelty when she saw him like this, but that feeling was fleeting because Duan Qiyin's grumpy face was still as sour as ever.

It was hot outside, and she was sweating slightly. She walked to the refrigerator, took a cup from the cabinet, added a few ice cubes, poured in some cold water, and asked him, "Did you just get back from the company?"

I didn't go today.

"Something's coming up later?"

"without."

She glanced at Duan Qiyin's deadpan expression again: "Are you crazy? Why are you wearing a suit at home when you have nothing to do?"

It was really hot in the middle of summer; Ji Jiazhen felt that just looking at him for a second would give her prickly heat.

Duan Qiyin stared at her expressionlessly, and after seeing the look of disgust in her eyes, he irritably loosened his tie and threw it on the ground.

He felt that Ji Jiazhen was a liar.

He used to say he looked handsome in a suit, now he says he looks crazy in a suit.

He started picking fights: "What about the manager? You're still an artist in my company, right? Changing managers doesn't require my permission?"

Ji Jiazhen crossed his legs, but after finishing, he still felt uncomfortable, so he put his feet on the table and spoke to him in an extremely arrogant manner.

"It's none of your business whether I change or not. My new agent isn't paying you a salary. Besides, weren't you there when I said I wanted Fang Wei to be my agent? Are you pretending to be deaf or am I pretending to have amnesia?"

Duan Qiyin knew he was being unreasonable, but he was still angry at Ji Jiazhen's attitude. He was so angry that his skin felt hot and his back was sweating. He took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

"Then why did you come to see me?"

Ji Jiazhen held the ice water and looked at his agitated appearance, feeling inexplicably good: "Going back to your previous statement, you don't have to care about me changing agents. Give me the contract, let's terminate it, I'll do my own thing, you do yours, and we won't interfere with each other."

She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips whenever she thought about terminating the contract.

Duan Qiyin was provoked by her leisurely expression, and his face darkened even more: "Are you so happy about completely severing ties with me?"

Ji Jiazhen nodded, "Yes, the thought of never seeing you again makes me incredibly happy."

The man snorted coldly: "Then you'd better not even think about it. Terminating the contract is impossible."

“Duan Qiyin, this is pointless. If you keep dragging this out, the contract will expire in two years anyway. It’s really unnecessary to do this.”

"Two years is still a long time; a lot can happen in that time. How do you know it's unnecessary?"

The "thing" he mentioned was pointed at, and Ji Jiazhen shook his head: "Something that hasn't happened in eight years is even less likely to happen in two years."

"What if it's more than two years?"

Ji Jiazhen asked him in a lukewarm tone, "What do you mean?"

Duan Qiyin rested his elbows on his knees, looked at her face, and said, "Don't even think about signing with any other company. I can throw money at any of them and bring you back. You can set up your own studio if you want, but don't even think about cutting ties with me. Otherwise, I'll ruin your studio and bring you back to my side."

Ji Jiazhen felt the heat rise again, which had been brought down by the ice water. She stared into Duan Qiyin's eyes, her anger rising, and raised her hand to splash the remaining water in the glass onto his face.

Duan Qiyin didn't dodge, he didn't even close his eyes, staring at her with a sickly intensity, a smile playing on his lips at her anger.

"Are you angry? Have you considered that the things you said might also make me angry?"

The next second, the cup came crashing down, aimed directly at his face with deadly force. He tilted his head, but didn't completely dodge it; the hardest piece of glass at the bottom of the cup still hit his forehead.

The pain spread to the spot where he was hit, but he smiled.

“Zhen, you didn’t have this attitude when you asked me for help. You just use it and then throw it away. You’re so immature.”

Just as Ji Jiazhen was about to explode, her phone screen suddenly lit up, catching her eye. Two messages extinguished half of the fire in her heart. She glanced at Duan Qiyin, then looked back at her phone, suppressing the anger in her voice.

She knew that Duan Qiyin was seriously ill. He just wanted to see her angry, to see her furious but powerless to do anything about it. She couldn't do as he wished.

She knew exactly where to stab him to hurt the most, so she deliberately provoked him with her words: "That's the difference between you and Wen Siyu."

Duan Qiyin's smile froze on his face. "Why bring him up?"

Chi Chia-chen continued, "That's why I'm willing to give him chances again and again, but I only feel disgust for you."

"You two got back together?"

Ji Jiazhen didn't answer, but looked down and typed on the keyboard. Ten seconds later, he turned on the screen to show him.

"He should thank you. I didn't expect things to be resolved so quickly. You're such a good brother, you've helped your brother again."

After she finished speaking, she remained in her current position and clicked send.

On the screen was her chat box with Wen Siyu, and at the bottom were two new messages sent by Wen Siyu.

—It's been five days.

When will you sleep with me?

Her reply was:

[Tomorrow night.]

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Author's Note: Yes, it's me again. I've brought my own food. I'll be here promptly at 10 PM on Friday night. [glasses]