Chapter 52 His ability to act cute actually made him understand why Jiang Hui wanted to retire from the entertainment industry. ...
Cheng Sijie answered the phone and first took a tissue to wipe her sweat—this hot pot was too spicy, and even though she had rinsed it with water, she still couldn't stand it.
She used to be able to eat spicy food quite well, but recently she's been afraid of getting pimples on camera, so she doesn't dare to eat any spicy food at all and has turned into someone with an extremely bland palate.
On the other end of the phone, "Hello—"
She preemptively accused him: "Hey, why did it take you so long to call? Don't you miss me at all?"
Jiang Hui was charmed by her sudden display of coquettishness. "Oh my, how can you be so cute, Lady Chengcheng?"
Cheng Sijie: "..."
She felt a sweet warmth in her heart, "You think I'm cute too, huh?"
Jiang Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud, "That's right."
Cheng Sijie drawled out, "Mmm—"
Jiang Hui could almost picture her quirky expressions through the phone, and his heart was itching with anticipation.
Cheng Sijie said, "Okay, actually I also think you're quite cute."
Jiang Hui smiled and said, "Then I thank you for your certification."
He held his coat in one hand and was on the phone with the other. His stage makeup was still on, and he looked like a fairy in full bloom with spring flowers.
Zhao Hui, his agent, was passing by when he saw his gentle smile and was momentarily stunned.
Jiang Hui has a very pleasant voice, but outside of work, he is taciturn and has a volatile temperament. It's not that he mistreats his employees, but when someone is young and extremely famous, with a bunch of people relying on him for their livelihood, his emotional fluctuations are amplified.
It was rare for him to see Jiang Hui beaming with smiles, acting like a typical young person her age, but the person opposite him wasn't her parents, but her girlfriend.
In an instant, Zhao Hui understood why Jiang Hui was always so fixated on Cheng Sijie.
In this chaotic world, it's precious to have a peaceful, normal, and ordinary living space where one can live freely as an ordinary person.
"This kind of fate is truly the greatest arrangement by God," Zhao Hui couldn't help but exclaim.
The two were still on the phone.
Cheng Sijie asked, "Did you put in a good word for me at Xinghai?"
Jiang Hui said, "Yes."
Cheng Sijie felt a little conflicted, thinking to herself, "It really is Jiang Hui."
On the one hand, she was proud of her intelligence and intuition; on the other hand, she felt a little aggrieved by her boyfriend's thoughtful care.
Jiang Hui asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Cheng Sijie lay lazily on the sofa: "I'm so touched, you know... I'm still thinking about how to repay you. How about I repay you with my body? From now on, you can be my husband for the rest of your life, cooking and cleaning for me."
Jiang Hui said, "Chengcheng, you're really going too far. I can't cook."
Cheng Sijie deliberately acted coquettishly and said, "But I want to eat..."
Jiang Hui: "..."
He said, "Then I'll be the snail husband."
Cheng Sijie chuckled: "You're so nice!"
Jiang Hui felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
The two flirted and teased each other, enjoying themselves immensely. Jiang Hui, however, was too excited to speak and could only giggle foolishly.
Jiang Hui had another meeting to attend—he had two concerts that needed to be recorded as music videos for release, which he needed to follow up on, and there was also a related interview. The company was going to release a 30th-anniversary documentary the day after tomorrow, and he needed to appear in the interview.
Cheng Sijie expressed his understanding, and the two reluctantly hung up the phone.
If possible, I really want to spend six months doing nothing and just hanging out together.
It's as if the two of them have become plants that can only survive by parasitizing each other, and for a moment it's hard to tell who is the tree and who is the vine, who is the sunshine and rain and who is bathing in grace.
Perhaps Jiang Hui's lovesickness will be greatly alleviated once he returns to China.
She opened her social media app, and Jiang Hui's name was still trending.
Clicking through, you'll find a bunch of recommendations for Jiang Hui. Perhaps it's Jiang Hui's dedicated attitude and outstanding professional skills; although he's not exactly a saint in private, he does have a very, very loyal fanbase in his work.
People love his work so much that they extend that love to everything about him, seeing him as something very endearing.
Sometimes, focusing our attention and analyzing things carefully is itself an act of empowerment and enhancement.
Every action takes on a different meaning, projecting not how pure and flawless the person is, but rather revealing the pure and innocent heart of a young girl filled with beautiful expectations for the opposite sex and shining idols.
Girly heart...
She couldn't help but think of herself when she was eighteen.
However, many female fans are no longer 18 years old. Just like Qingqing who helped her adjust the equipment, or even her sister. If we say that this beautiful female anchor can be considered a "star", of course, she probably can't be considered a star, but only an internet celebrity.
Haha, Cheng Sijie was delighted.
They still possess a vitality and carefree spirit that transcends their age.
Sometimes, this self-imposed "perfect idol" and "cute and lovable broadcaster" image serves as encouragement and motivation, more like recharging oneself.
Perhaps she should find something to do to recharge herself. It doesn't have to be anything serious, but it must allow her to have some unrealistic yet beautiful expectations of the world, and to live happily with a "girlish heart."
Today, Cheng Sijie chooses to focus on love.
Thank you for making me happy, Jiang Hui.
She fell asleep with a smile, knowing she'd have to work on her short paper tomorrow. The journal editor had given her a bunch of revision suggestions, which she needed to fix quickly. Then there was her long paper, a full 50,000 words, for which she hadn't read enough literature or collected enough data...
All these anxious thoughts were properly put away.
Wang Yangming advocated the unity of knowledge and action, but how many people can actually "sleep well and not think about useless things before going to sleep" and "do their best and leave the rest to fate"?
Life is a journey of self-cultivation. She pulled out two melatonin gummies, peach flavored, and ate them.
It's okay, life is a journey.
Everything is an experience; she just needs to make herself happy.
Keep it up, Cheng Sijie.
That night, she had a dream.
In her dream, Jiang Hui played the piano for her and told her, "Everything is fine, I will be with you."
Cheng Sijie heard herself say, "But you're abroad. But we didn't know each other from birth. I also have my own career, life, and pursuits."
Jiang Hui said, "Listen, each piano key is independent. They don't know each other at all. You don't know your parents or any of your friends. But it will be wonderful when you meet them."
Then comes the first movement of the Moonlight Concerto.
It flows so gently in my dreams.
She vaguely saw her parents. In fact, her father already had gray hair this year, and her mother was almost fifty years old.
Twenty years have passed since she spat out the orange in kindergarten, pretending she had already eaten it.
She also began to face many pressures in life, and although she didn't do very well, she was trying her best.
So what?
After a good night's sleep, she's back to being the energetic Cheng Sijie! Damn!
Cheng Sijie thought: Heh, all that damn mess of work, study, and life, I'm going to give you a good beating right away.
She quickly put on a full face of makeup, packed her laptop and iPad, along with paper, pens, and the journal articles she had printed out earlier, and headed to the office fully armed with her perfect makeup and 8 a.m. outfit on this damn Monday morning.
The weather is great today. A new week begins, like a small cycle, and Cheng Sijie's life restarts once again.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, the assistant rushed over with a smile on his face: "Brother Jiang, the plane tickets are booked."
Zhao Hui, who was standing next to him, had been frowning, but relaxed after hearing this. He also looked very tired. Everyone was on edge as the work was coming to an end.
Jiang Hui smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Hui patted him on the shoulder, "We'll be back in five days, that's great."
The assistant chuckled and said, "Brother Jiang has been wanting to go back for a while now, hasn't he?"
When Zhao Hui saw him joking about Jiang Hui, her heart skipped a beat—it was purely a psychological shadow left by the high-intensity work during this period, but she quickly recovered and joked along with him, "Of course he wants to go back. How can you date someone and then disappear for half a year? If this continues, even your girlfriend who has already won you over will want to break up."
Jiang Hui was pleased. "Cheng Sijie isn't that love-struck; she doesn't miss me at all."
The stylist, who had worked with him for many years, chuckled and laughed, "Are you feeling resentful again? I've noticed that Esther is always in contact with you."
The dancers were laughing and joking, and everyone was in a relaxed moment, as if a great task was about to be accomplished.
Jiang Hui said, "Everyone has worked hard. I'll give you all big red envelopes after this is over."
A round of applause and cheers immediately erupted from the surrounding area.
Zhao Hui said, "Go get some sleep and stop bothering us. I'm taking everyone out for a meal. There's a really famous local restaurant here. Want me to bring you some?"
Jiang Hui smiled and said, "You guys go ahead and eat. I'll grab something at the hotel. A friend of mine here owns a hot spring resort. I'll send you his contact information. I've already made arrangements. It's very private. You guys go and relax. Brother Zhao, you've worked hard these past few days too."
He put his hands together in an apologetic gesture. Although he looked tired, he still looked very good because of the dance and posture management.
Zhao Hui waved his hand repeatedly: "No, look at you, you've been so busy, you've only slept four hours in three days, why don't you go and rest instead of worrying about these things for us."
Jiang Hui nodded and left without looking back.
Zhao Hui sighed inwardly. He felt a surge of genuine admiration for this man in his thirties, a man with elderly parents and young children to support. "Jiang Hui will succeed at anything he does."
"Oh, right, Xiao Wang, don't forget to make some preparations, just in case those stalkers check in and wait for your itinerary."
The assistant said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhao, I've already made arrangements, and the secrecy has been handled very well."
Zhao Hui muttered to himself, "Well, there aren't many people who dare to do that nowadays, but I'm afraid some of them might be mentally unstable."
When Jiang Hui first debuted, he had some extreme fans who would register his ID number and then maliciously check in at airports to delay his boarding time so they could bump into him at the airport or sit on the same flight as him.
Jiang Hui didn't come to the entertainment industry just to make a living. He lacks professional patience and will take all those who engage in such behavior to court.
There have been celebrities who have acted this way before, but most of them lacked powerful backers and influence, and could only intimidate individual, extreme fans. They couldn't scare organized, professional fans with their own studios.
They are so familiar with this process that they are not afraid of going to jail.
There are even some professional fans who are sent by rivals to maliciously track their schedules so that they can spread rumors about their private lives, being kept by someone, or having secret meetings with certain female celebrities. They are well-known in the industry, and their own Weibo accounts are famous entertainment KOLs, and they also have their own blogger accounts on short video platforms.
After being sued by Jiang Hui, they thought it would be the same as before; at worst, they could just change their numbers and start over. No artist dares to truly offend the media—these days, spreading rumors is easy, but refuting them is exhausting. Once someone is targeted by this industry, whether it's based on hearsay or subtly suggesting "he has a strong personality, haha," they'll be targeted.
"Wow~ This celebrity surnamed Jiang is very popular with the opposite sex. Lots and lots of people are chasing after him."
This doesn't meet the criteria for being arrested or prosecuted at all, but it's incredibly effective at smearing celebrities.
Unexpectedly, this time they hit a brick wall. During that period, more than a dozen big V accounts with millions of followers were exposed, a batch of marketing accounts disappeared, five were detained and fined, and more than a dozen were fined for writing apology letters by hand.
Fines and apology letters are minor issues; losing your livelihood is a major problem.
If someone didn't know Jiang Hui had connections, they wouldn't be able to survive in the entertainment industry if they didn't handle things this decisively. That's why his fan base became very clean afterward.
However, she still experiences periods of mental instability every now and then. Last year, she was arrested after shouting at the airport that she was Jiang Hui's fiancée.
Zhao Hui sighed and thought to himself: This job isn't for everyone. In the end, all the ups and downs are too much. You might make money, but you won't live to enjoy it.
He actually understood why Jiang Hui wanted to leave the entertainment industry.
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