Chapter 3 Paloma, you don't seem to have any of your forgetful habits...
Shen Cen: "..."
There's no need for that.
The apartment building didn't have an elevator, so Shen Cen carefully tiptoed upstairs to avoid disturbing the neighbors. Just as she was entering her password, her landlady, who lived across the hall, suddenly opened the door: "Xiao Shen, you're back?"
Hearing the voice, Shen Cen turned around and greeted the landlady: "Hello, Auntie. I had a gathering with my colleagues today and came back a little late. Did I disturb your sleep?"
"No, no." The landlady smiled kindly, but then her worried expression replaced the smile: "But that person came again today. When he saw you weren't home, he knocked on the door and called out twice before leaving."
Shen Cen's heart skipped a beat, and he gripped the doorknob tighter and tighter until his knuckles turned white.
She pursed her lips, like a child who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I've disturbed you. I'll handle this."
Seeing Chen Cen like this, the landlady felt bad.
The neighbors all liked this little girl very much. Although she seemed aloof and unapproachable, they found that she was very kind-hearted after spending time with her. Sometimes she would even lend a hand to the old lady downstairs who collected waste paper boxes.
Afraid that Shen Cen would misunderstand her meaning, she quickly said, "Oh dear, Auntie isn't blaming you. Auntie just wants to say that you, a girl living here, must be careful and lock the door properly."
"Yes, thank you, Auntie. I'll be careful."
Upon entering the house, Chen Cen turned on the light. Instantly, the dark home was filled with light. She took off her high heels and walked barefoot to the sofa.
When you sink into a soft sofa, it seems that your troubles are temporarily forgotten.
After a long while, she opened the WeChat friend request message and saw that Chen Zhao had sent several more messages today, relentlessly persisting:
Shen Cen, I have something to tell you.
Stop fooling around, just accept my friend request.
Are you not home?
I will come back to find you.
...
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Headquarters of Guangyi Technology Co., Ltd.
There were seven or eight people sitting in the conference room, with Jiang Shiyu at the head of the table. He had his fingers interlaced, and his right thumb was constantly rubbing the base of his thumb.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the video conference on the large screen in front of them.
At the other end of the meeting, the US branch was reporting on the overseas public beta of "Huaxia Fengyun".
Everyone was on tenterhooks. The data from the public beta of "Huaxia Fengyun" was crucial. As a game technology company that had risen to prominence in the past three years, countless eyes, both domestic and international, were watching Guangyi closely.
Fortunately, the result was good. When the scrolling data on the computer screen stopped, thunderous applause rang out in the conference room.
Since its open beta launch in May, "Huaxia Fengyun" has generated over 300 million RMB in revenue overseas in its first month, surpassing Guangyi's previous best performance.
Jiang Shiyu didn't seem too excited. He nodded slightly and then asked about two more details from the branch office. The employee quickly answered his questions in fluent American English.
Jiang Shiyu was clearly quite satisfied with the answer, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He exchanged a glance with Fu Cheng, then said to the people below:
"Everyone has worked hard during this period. After the game is officially launched, Mr. Fu and I will give everyone a long vacation so that you can have a good rest."
Those present are all core members of the Guangyi Technology team. They have been working day and night with Jiang Shiyu and Fu Cheng for some time now, and Jiang Shiyu has seen their hard work.
Upon hearing that they would soon have a long holiday, everyone's voices were filled with barely suppressed excitement:
"good!!"
"Thank you, President Jiang! Thank you, President Fu!"
"Thank you for your hard work, President Jiang and President Fu!"
Jiang Shiyu glanced at the time; it was already past eleven. He then said to everyone, "Everyone, take a break. We'll have a short meeting in ten minutes."
Everyone got up and went outside to stretch their muscles, while others went to the tea room to make coffee, leaving only Jiang Shiyu and Fu Cheng in the conference room.
Fu Cheng raised an eyebrow and asked Jiang Shiyu, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Is something good happening?"
“Good thing…” Jiang Shiyu pointed to the data on the screen that hadn’t been turned off yet, “Isn’t this a good thing?”
"Forget it." Fu Cheng mercilessly exposed him. "From the moment I saw you today, you've been acting like a peacock spreading its tail feathers."
In fact, not only Fu Cheng, but others also noticed the change in Jiang Shiyu today.
For the past two weeks, whether it was due to concerns about the public beta data or some other reason, Jiang Shiyu always came to the company with a gloomy face. Everyone acted cautiously, afraid that this silent powder keg would explode at any moment. But today, however, President Jiang suddenly brightened up. He'd probably stop and pet even a stray dog if it walked by.
Something unusual must be going on.
Jiang Shiyu neither confirmed nor denied it. He leaned back lazily in his chair and said slowly, "Is that so?"
Suddenly, the screen of the phone on the table lit up. Jiang Shiyu took the phone, glanced at it, and sat up: "I'll go out and make a call first."
Fu Cheng looked Jiang Shiyu up and down, then patted him on the shoulder and gave him a fatherly smile: "Go ahead, Dad understands you."
"Get lost." Jiang Shiyu muttered under his breath, dialing a number on his phone as he spoke.
About three seconds later, a soft female voice came: "Jiang Shiyu?"
The sound was like that of a zither, incredibly melodious, sending a tingling, sweet feeling through Jiang Shiyu's heart. He closed the conference room door, walked to the stairwell, and softly replied, "What's wrong?"
"I left a charm in your car. Could you help me look for it if you have time tomorrow?" Shen Cen asked.
"..."
Jiang Shiyu paused for two seconds: "Your forgetful habit hasn't changed at all."
A habit of being forgetful?
No, it isn't.
Shen Cen argued, "I've only lost things twice."
The voice was very soft, as if talking to oneself.
"Oh..." Jiang Shiyu nodded thoughtfully, "If you don't have a habit of being forgetful, then can I suspect that you deliberately left something with me so that you can find an opportunity to meet me again?"
Shen Cen: "??"
Sometimes she really wanted to crack open Jiang Shiyu's head to see what was inside.
In his eyes, everything she did and said became evidence that she was getting closer to him.
Shen Cen: "I didn't."
Jiang Shiyu: "Heh."
...
Perhaps because Jiang Shiyu was so good at making things up, Shen Cen almost forgot another important thing after talking for a while: "There's something else, I hope you don't mind."
Tell me about it.
"Didn't we agree before that we would only tell our families and closest friends about the wedding?"
Jiang Shiyu interrupted: "Let me correct you, this was a notification you gave me unilaterally."
“Really…” Shen Cen couldn’t quite remember. She paused for a moment, then continued, “Tonight, I told my ex-boyfriend about our marriage.”
"He came to see you again?"
Shen Cen thought for a moment, but still didn't mention Chen Zhao coming to her house. She only said that he had been sending her messages. "I told him that I am married and very happy in my marriage. Please don't bother me anymore."
After saying that, Shen Cen seemed a little unsure: "I don't know if he believed it or not."
Chen Zhao and she had known each other since college, and until they broke up six months ago, Chen Cen had never heard of a man named Jiang Shiyu in her life. Shen Cen worried that Chen Zhao wouldn't believe her.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shiyu chuckled casually, "Believe it or not, it's up to him."
These words were a revelation to Shen Cen.
What she said wasn't wrong; while the marriage wasn't exactly "happy," it perfectly matched her expectations for a contractual marriage. Given that, why should she waste her energy worrying about whether Chen Zhaoxiang believed her? If he continued to harass her relentlessly, she wouldn't mind abandoning her last shred of dignity and letting the police handle the matter.
"Okay, I'll rest now."
Before hanging up, she made a special reminder, "Remember my keychain."
"Know."
After hanging up the phone, the stairwell fell silent again. The soft moonlight streamed through the window, casting a man's silhouette on the wall.
He then took a pendant out of his pocket.
The object wasn't large to begin with, and it appeared even smaller against his large palm. By the dim moonlight, he examined it carefully once more.
This is a chibi-style depiction of a female knight-errant in red, with a sword at her waist. The figure has smiling, squinting eyes, creating a stark contrast to her cool demeanor.
After examining it for more than a minute, Jiang Shiyu put the pendant back in his pocket and pushed open the door to the stairwell.
The second half of the meeting was less serious than the first. It mainly focused on proposing some follow-up optimization and improvement suggestions based on what the US branch had just mentioned. Jiang Shiyu's secretary, He Yan, was rapidly recording everyone's suggestions on the computer.
The points mentioned above are all fairly standard. Suddenly, someone suggested, "Mr. Jiang, I think that after the game is released, we could hire a history expert as a long-term consultant and planner."
Jiang Shiyu said to He Yan beside him, "Make a detailed note of this," and then asked the other person to continue.
"Our game, 'Huaxia Fengyun,' is a historical management and card game. Although we are currently focusing on promoting the novelty of the game mode, popularizing history and culture was one of our original goals. If we hire a history professional consultant, firstly, they can help us with some historical promotion and marketing, and secondly, they can help us develop other dungeons in the future."
Currently, "The Legend of China" only has two instances: "Xia, Shang, and Zhou Dynasties" and "Qin and Han Dynasties." However, according to the plan, at least two more instances will be added within the next year. Although Guangyi's current team does have several graduate students majoring in history, the more professional knowledge is required as the game is updated, the greater the professional difficulty will be, and the more professional historical consultants will be needed.
Seeing that Jiang Shiyu was interested in the suggestion, the man had a burst of inspiration and talked a lot about the "historical consultant" point. He even suggested that they could hire one from the history department of Kyoto University, since the history department of Kyoto University is ranked first in the country.
"It might be quite difficult, though, as it's not easy to find professors in the History Department at Kyoto University," he added.
Fu Cheng chuckled: "Not necessarily."
This laugh left everyone present somewhat puzzled, except for Jiang Shiyu.
Jiang Shiyu ignored him: "Alright, that concludes today's meeting. I will consider everyone's suggestions one by one later."
Considering that everyone had to juggle the US branch's schedule and attend many parties over the past month, Jiang Shiyu added, "We'll pay double this month."
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The next day.
Today is Saturday, and Shen Cen has no classes, so he slept until he naturally woke up.
She had been feeling down since returning yesterday because of Chen Zhao's situation. But after talking to Jiang Shiyu on the phone, she felt inexplicably much better.
Perhaps Jiang Shiyu's ability to spout nonsense was too powerful, because in the end all she could remember were his few "wild and lewd" words.
Without rushing to get out of bed, Shen Cen grabbed her phone from the bedside table, opened WeChat, and saw two messages from Wen Jie, pinned to the top of her chat list, sent not long ago:
【Sweetie, I'm going back to Jingjia tomorrow!!】
[It's been almost half a month since I last saw you, I missed you so much, waaaaah!!]
Wen Jie is her best friend. The two are inseparable and their relationship is closer than that of family.
Shen Cen unconsciously grinned: "My baby's back!! I'm coming to pick you up~"
After replying to Wen Jie, she exited the chat window and noticed that Jiang Shiyu had also sent two messages around midnight:
The keychain has been found.
I'll be at Siji tomorrow afternoon; you can come pick it up if you're free.
A note from the author:
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