Chapter 47 Because of Care
When you care about someone a lot, you feel like your life is filled with messages from her.
The messages popping up on her computer were always related to social media. She ordered her favorite caramel macchiato with 30% sugar. Even when she saw the little fish wagging its tail on the table, she was thinking about what Xia Zhiyu was doing.
Every day, as soon as Jiang Zhiyan opens his eyes, his phone seems to be monitoring his mental state in real time, instantly displaying Xia Zhiyu's latest videos or text and image materials.
He couldn't help but click in and browse carefully, trying to figure out what Xia Zhiyu was thinking when she replied to a comment. When he saw her suddenly post an emoji he hadn't seen before, he started to wonder if she had met someone new recently.
While secretly harboring sour thoughts, he also tried his best to restrain his urge to bother her. Every day, he was like a madman, his left and right brains fighting each other, slowly sinking into a lonely and indifferent hell.
He had just arrived at the company this afternoon when the project manager mentioned in the meeting that the new project he wanted to invest in was also related to self-media. Jiang Zhiyan looked up and saw Xia Zhiyu's account avatar in the corner of a huge PPT.
The project manager stood on the stage, painstakingly analyzing the development potential of personal media studios compared to MCM company, from pie-in-the-sky expectations to the consumer market. Little did he know that his boss's mind was already in outer space, preoccupied with why Xia Zhiyu hadn't replied to the photos of Xia Xiaojiang he sent her.
Xia Zhiyu would routinely ask Xia Xiaojiang if he had eaten well; recently the weather has gotten cooler, how is his stomach? If he has loose stools, remember to give him some probiotics; she bought some cat treats and freeze-dried food and squeezed it over, telling him to remember to sign for the package…
Although the topic always revolves around Xia Xiaojiang, capital is everywhere.
Jiang Zhiyan understood the principle of "boiling a frog in lukewarm water," but he knew better than to "alarm the snake." He kept the pace of the conversation within Xia Zhiyu's comfort zone, and then tried to gradually encroach on it.
So far, the results are quite good. Specifically, Xia Zhiyu used to reply to his messages very late, and it was obvious that she had just finished work and was checking her phone. But now Xia Zhiyu has gotten used to receiving Xia Xiaojiang's photos at five or six o'clock every night, and then having a brief chat with Jiang Zhiyan.
Jiang Zhiyan was very satisfied with the progress.
The project manager nervously wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Mr. Jiang, what do you think of this project?"
His brother-in-law has recently taken a liking to a small self-media blogger and wants to use some means to sign him to his company. His brother-in-law mentioned it to him during dinner a couple of days ago.
The project manager saw this small blogger's account and realized that although this kind of highly vertical self-media account did not have as many followers as many big bloggers, its commercial conversion rate was not much different. Not to mention the price, a big blogger's 60-second ad costs 500,000 yuan, while this small blogger only costs 8,000 yuan. The project manager immediately saw the source of his performance in the second half of the year.
"Good idea, but do you have any practical data?"
Jiang Zhiyan spoke in a very calm tone, but to the project manager, it sounded like heavenly music.
The fact that President Jiang, who has such a bad temper, didn't deny it outright means there's still hope!
"Yes, yes, the person in charge of Mingyu has collaborated with Yu Xia's account several times recently. This is the latest data analysis. This account has a very good ability to drive sales. Mingyu's sales have doubled during this period."
The project manager rubbed his hands together, pressing his advantage: "This account really has great commercial value. I contacted the person in charge who's been working with this account recently, and they're already discussing new collaborations. I think we should focus our future advertising investments on these kinds of small and medium-sized individuals..."
He went on and on, and Jiang Zhiyan frowned slightly, his expression turning somewhat cold and stern.
Who is in charge?
The project manager, wanting to impress Jiang Zhiyan with his brother-in-law's presence, quickly said, "Mingyu's little Zhu, he even organized a special gathering for this matter tonight."
Assistant Song frowned and whispered something to Jiang Zhiyan, whose expression suddenly turned cold.
...
Manager Zhu apologized profusely to Jiang Zhiyan, his large belly, tightly bound by a belt, trembling like a massage gun.
Even if he knew perfectly well that Jiang Zhiyan had deliberately blocked his way with the car, so what?
He was so focused on talking to Xia Zhiyu that he wasn't looking where he was going, and he was the one who was holding the steering wheel with one hand. Especially since he hit Jiang Zhiyan's luxury car, even if he could go through insurance, he would still have to pay a lot of money. Not to mention, who knew that a rich person like Jiang Zhiyan didn't have insurance on his car.
Jiang Zhiyan gave him a cold glare, her eyes as cold as ice. "Business entertainment? Is this how you drive around following others for business entertainment?"
Zhu Ji's face turned pale instantly. He had gone to great lengths to get this job at Jiang's company, but who knew that he would be caught by his boss for abusing his position for personal gain so soon? He felt extremely bitter and apologized repeatedly.
"No, Mr. Jiang, it's all a misunderstanding. Xia and I had a bit of a misunderstanding. She was upset with me. We've finished dealing with all the work-related matters, so..."
"She's throwing a tantrum at you?" Jiang Zhiyan sneered. "I've known her for five years, how come I've never heard of you?"
In the depths of winter in the northern city, the cold wind lashed at his face like knives. Zhu Ji's mind went blank, his lips trembled, and his expression was utterly miserable.
Before Manager Zhu could reply, Jiang Zhiyan's voice was chillingly cold, "Get out of here, and don't let me see you at Jiang's again."
Now Zhu Ji didn't even have the courage to beg for mercy. He apologized and scrambled back to his beat-up car, fleeing as fast as he could.
The warm glow of the streetlights illuminated the luxurious Maybach, its paint as clean as new, reflecting Xia Zhiyu's furrowed brows and impatient expression.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a surge of anger rush to her forehead. "How long are you going to keep bothering me? Wasn't what we said last time clear enough, Jiang Zhiyan?"
His tone was barely concealing his anger, like magma that might erupt at any moment from the deep seabed, and his eyes were icy and chilling.
Jiang Zhiyan felt a slight pang of sadness. He explained in a low voice, "I heard that Zhu Ji came today. He doesn't have a good reputation at the company and is a relative of some people. I was afraid he would make things difficult for you, so I thought I'd come and see him."
On a cold winter night, Jiang Zhiyan was dressed up carefully, wearing a black shirt and black suit, without a bow tie, revealing his slender neck, and a small mole was faintly visible below his Adam's apple, which was quite eye-catching.
The warm light shone on his angular face, softening his sharp features and giving his deep eyes a touch of gilded light, adding a hint of tenderness to his broken features.
He stood at the car door, quietly looking at her. The slightly open collar of his shirt was blown open even wider by the wind, and his face was a little pale.
Xia Zhiyu inexplicably thought of the little stray dog downstairs from her studio. After finishing the chicken leg she fed it, it watched her leave with such reluctance, its dark, bright pupils stubbornly staring at her. Even after being chased away by security guards twice, it still wagged its fluffy tail.
Just like Jiang Zhiyan.
They looked somewhat homeless and pitiful.
Isn't he good at explaining and speaking? How come before his mouth was like it was coated with poison, only spouting vicious and sarcastic remarks?
Has she changed her personality?
Xia Zhiyu stared at him intently, her eyes shining as brightly as the four searchlights on the operating table.
The alcohol fermented in her body, and the night wind dispelled her drunkenness, leaving Xia Zhiyu feeling dizzy and disoriented, unable to even look where her eyes should land.
Look into her open collar; it makes it seem like she's still thinking about her ex-boyfriend.
If she didn't look, she would be at a disadvantage. Jiang Zhiyan was wearing only two pieces of clothing in the dead of winter, clearly not wanting her to see him.
Xia Zhiyu thought to herself, there are two kinds of men. Some of them, when they are naked and lying on the bed, are essentially no different from a pile of rotten flesh, which is disgusting.
Another type is like Jiang Zhiyan, who, even just by leaving two buttons undone, seems to be playing hard to get, revealing only what is hidden.
The anger in my heart inexplicably dissipated.
Jiang Zhiyan met her gaze openly and honestly, and casually unbuttoned another button on his shirt.
He was able to be so perceptive and quick to appear when Xia Zhiyu encountered an idiot like Manager Zhu because he loved and cared about her.
Even without him, Xia Zhiyu could have dealt with Manager Zhu just as quickly and swiftly as she had dealt with the supermarket owner.
Jiang Zhiyan still nervously approached her. What is love? Love is worry. He was afraid that Xia Zhiyu had been given too much to drink, afraid that she might trip over some unexpected bumps on the road, and even more afraid that his worries would become an emotional burden for Xia Zhiyu, making her feel depressed.
The best way seems to be to openly express my love to her and tell her that I was so worried about her that I couldn't sleep at night and I wouldn't feel at ease until I saw her safely back home.
The remarks that Jiang Zhiyan had previously dismissed as the excuses of an incompetent person now flowed out naturally like water.
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