Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Washing my girlfriend's underwear...
Xin Tong's live broadcast almost became the focus of discussion in the streets and alleys of Wucheng.
All the memes in the live broadcast became popular memes on the Internet.
The official Weibo account for the movie "Red Flower" followed suit, playing with the meme. Some netizens actually downloaded the Ding Ding music, and some even re-arranged it and added various sound effects, which went viral on short videos.
This enthusiasm also made the Wucheng Career Forum lively again.
Xin Tong already has the most traffic on the forum, and as soon as she shows up, she will definitely cause a bloody storm in the forum.
If the last time she took advantage of Wu Sifeng and the entertainment industry's CP popularity was self-promotion, then this time Xin Tong's personal and company scandals were definitely something she had never expected.
Several professionals praised Xin Tong's marketing prowess. Being able to grasp the pain points of this era is a crucial quality for those who exploit the internet to stir up trouble.
Character determines destiny. All kinds of insults are just a drop in the ocean. It is because she already has a bad reputation that she is not afraid of having a worse reputation. Instead, she can use this to turn defeat into victory and save the world.
A large number of "服" appeared on the forum homepage, and Xin Tong haters turned into Xin Tong fans, and everyone was having a great time playing with the memes.
She is still a bloody existence.
There are still people who misinterpret her behavior, criticize her romanticism, and despise her lack of knowledge.
However, more people admire her and want to know what decision she will make at the next juncture. They are secretly looking forward to where Kelly will be led next and whether the future of Morikawa Group, a leading domestic apparel company, will really fall on her shoulders.
The majority remain silent, countless silently watching, absorbing the gossip, and giving her a thumbs-up when they see her. They admire her vitality, envy her competitive spirit, and subconsciously recall her openness and perseverance in countless small corners of their lives.
A voice began to quietly emerge in the career forum, and a new series of posts appeared - entrepreneurial records.
More and more people posted and began to learn from Xin Tong, an untypical entrepreneurial leader.
Users share their entrepreneurial records and insights. Some succeed, some fail, some persist, and some change careers. But no matter which one, they are all experiences and wisdom from the world, leaving their marks with the Internet and words, and gradually becoming a benign and sincere human community.
It is worth mentioning that in this series, the number of female posters far exceeds that of male posters.
Young women, middle-aged women, old women. From all walks of life, all businesses, all sizes.
From the ordinary breakfast shop downstairs to the listed companies in first-tier cities, everyone exchanges experiences, shares insights, encourages each other, and gives each other accurate opinions.
Some women escaped the mountains through study, others struggled under the shadow of alcoholic husbands, and some competed with their brothers for resources and opportunities within wealthy families. Perhaps they were striving to escape something, perhaps to create something. But the advent of a new world is a legacy that has been lost for too long. As the moon sets in the west, wombs breed wombs, hearts inherit hearts. Civilization is a form of reproduction, and reproduction is a form of power.
A new world will surely come. Let us resist, live, struggle, and wait.
*
When Xin Tong woke up, it was already noon.
Hearing some noise in the bathroom, she walked over and saw a man standing there, his blond hair loose, shirtless, with a broad back, his head lowered, scrubbing something in the sink very seriously.
Looking again, it was pink fabric.
It's her panties.
"Jiang Chongyan."
She spoke suddenly, and the young master was startled and turned around, "Are you awake?"
He covered the contents of the sink with his hand, touching his nose with his wet hand. "I, I'm using this bathroom. You go to the one in the living room."
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He walked over, his right hand ready to close the door, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Xin Tong immediately squeezed in through the crack of the door, hugged his waist as he stared at her in shock, and leaned her head back on his chest, "Why did you take my underwear when you went to the bathroom?"
"...I didn't!" Jiang Chongyan clenched his fists and his muscles stiffened.
"Oh. I thought," she stood on tiptoe, watching the tips of the man's ears turn red, and then she said with a giggle, "a pervert was going to do something to my underwear again."
"...Who do you think I am?" Jiang Chongyan's pupils trembled. He was furious and speechless. Thinking that he had really done such a thing, he didn't know where to start to refute it. He could only grit his teeth and said, "I just. I just."
"Just something."
Xin Tong acted as if to say, "If you don't admit it, you're using my underwear to do something bad." Jiang Chongyan had no choice but to turn his face away. After a long while, he whispered, "You took it off last night. I washed it for you."
At this point, the voice suddenly broke down and said, "Isn't it natural to wash your girlfriend's underwear?"
After saying that, he closed his mouth as if it didn't matter, and secretly shifted his gaze to look at her expression.
——As if afraid that she would not admit what happened last night.
Xin Tong smiled and asked, "Do you know how to wash it?"
The eldest young master glanced at her and said in a normal way, "If you don't know how to do it, just learn it."
Xin Tong stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck. Although Jiang Chongyan didn't know what she was going to do, he reflexively put his arms around her waist and lifted her up.
"how?"
"hug."
Jiang Chongyan unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Xin Tong's face and saw that it was not looking good. Thinking back to last night, he fell asleep quickly after the meeting, but it seemed that Xin Tong had been tossing and turning and could not sleep.
He touched her hair, stroking it from top to bottom, and suddenly he was stunned. He looked down and saw that three or four hairs had fallen into his palm.
Jiang Chongyan paused for a few seconds.
"Have you been under a lot of pressure lately because of company matters?"
Xin Tong leaned on his shoulder and nodded dejectedly.
"I haven't been able to sleep for a while. I slept well last night."
Jiang Chongyan: "Go eat something? What do you want to eat?"
Xin Tong shook her head.
"No appetite. Not hungry at all."
Jiang Chongyan frowned. He rocked her, feeling she seemed thinner, and holding her felt easier and easier. Her loss of appetite and weight loss seemed to have started a few months ago. Jiang Chongyan had noticed she was getting thinner every time they met.
I thought this problem would be alleviated if the company's situation improved.
But unexpectedly, it seems to be getting worse.
She'd worked so hard. Last night's livestream had been a great success. A year had passed, and her promise had been fulfilled. The biggest challenge of her life was over. Jiang Chongyan took her to the cloakroom, where they changed clothes and prepared to take her out for dinner.
"Where are we going to eat?"
Xin Tong didn't seem very excited. She hadn't had much interest in food in the past few months, except for the lemon tarts Aunt Zhao made at home. Since she didn't have time to go home every day, she'd ask Aunt Zhao to make them and freeze them for her to bring out. She had to eat them every day anyway.
Apart from this, she had no interest in anything else.
Jiang Chongyan knew that she liked lemon tarts. A new dessert shop had recently opened in the west of Wucheng, and lemon tarts were also its signature dish.
"Which one should we try?"
Xin Tong nodded and sat in front of the mirror to comb her hair. After only a few strokes, she saw her long black hair fluttering in the air and falling from the comb.
She threw the comb down in annoyance, and the comb hit the table with a noise.
"So annoying. My hair is falling out again."
She stared at herself in the mirror, her mind emptying, her fingers unconsciously tangling and tugging at the ends of her hair, over and over again.
The next second, her long hair was grasped by a large, warm hand. The movement of combing her hair was a little clumsy, but slow and careful.
The teeth of the comb gently stroked her scalp, much like a head massage in a beauty salon. Xin Tong's eyelids became heavier and heavier. With an infinite sense of security, she leaned back in the man's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
*
Kelly's most popular spring and summer style sold over 70,000 units within six months. The livestream also capitalized on the popularity of Kelly's fall and winter collection, "Flowers," which became a huge hit both online and offline, continuing to sell well into the fall and winter seasons. The most popular fall and winter style sold over 40,000 units in less than a month.
It's only September now. When autumn and winter really arrive, the order volume will reach a new level.
From September last year to September this year, Kelly earned 200 million in one year.
Not only did it cover all the costs for the year, but it also made a net profit of more than 100 million, which almost covered all the losses in the previous year.
Due to its low starting point, Kelly's profit margin exploded, surpassing the other two oldest and most well-known sports and women's clothing brands to become the number one brand among all brands under the entire Morikawa Group.
Xin Tong returned to China last September.
By September this year, it will be her 12th month since she took over Kelly, and exactly one year.
Xin Tong achieved the balance between income and expenditure in just seven months, something that three consecutive elite CEOs who had returned from overseas had failed to do.
Even He Chuan thought it was impossible and no one could achieve the profit, but Xin Tong achieved it in one year.
Kelly, a women's suit brand that would have been discontinued the following year if no one took over, has become one of the hottest brands in the market under Xin Tong's leadership, with a profit margin close to the top of the overall group.
"If you can make the Kelly line profitable within a year, something that so many professional managers can't do, I will give you all 46% of Morikawa shares I have."
——The wishful thinking that was laughed at by the whole city a year ago has now become a reality.
With the promise witnessed by the entire Wucheng, Xin Tong will become the only legal heir to the Morikawa Group.
…
The big thing was accomplished, and Xin Tong was relieved of all the burdens.
For some reason, she wanted to go back to Qi Yu for a walk.
It just so happened that it was her grandmother’s birthday, so she and Jiang Chongyan went back to Qi Yu Village to celebrate her grandmother’s birthday.
There was still the huge persimmon tree at the entrance of the village. Xin Tong breathed in the fresh air of the mountains and forests. Birds were startled in the distance. She squatted down. A little tabby cat was circling around her feet, and its tail gently brushed her ankles.
Qiyu is moist. The mountains and rivers are all indigo blue. Summer is rainy, the riverside is moist, and the mist and rain are hazy.
The two sat in the backyard, watching Coke and Sprite clash. The sky was a brilliant green, the sun was setting, and the distant mountains were dyed a magnificent golden color. It had rained in the afternoon, and the air was damp. The two saw a black car on the farmland road not far away, driving towards the small yard.
Xin Tong watched the car stop and a middle-aged woman walked out. She was tall, elegant, and had a gentle smile. She called her grandmother "Mom".
That's Ye Yizhen.
Jiang Chongyan's mother.
Ye Yizhen was followed by a little girl with pigtails, who jumped into her grandmother's arms and said, "Happy birthday, Grandma! We're back to see you!"
Ye Yizhen had divorced Jiang Cheng a long time ago. After the divorce, she remarried to a wealthy businessman in North City and gave birth to a daughter.
The wealthy businessman also came along. Xin Tong looked at the pile of gifts the man brought over, and saw that although the couple was calm, they showed mutual respect and intimacy everywhere. Xin Tong knew that Ye Yizhen's second marriage should be very happy.
At least, it must be happier than her first marriage with Jiang Cheng.
The same should be true for Jiang Cheng and his current wife.
…
Jiang Chongyan sat next to Xin Tong.
He watched the scene from afar in the yard, his face calm, without much emotion.
He didn't stand up to greet her, but just sat there.
Because he is not that kind of person, and he is not very familiar with his mother and father.
Their previous marriage was consumed by endless quarrels. During the years Jiang Chongyan grew up in Qiyu, no one claimed him, no one cared about him.
When the famous Jiang family in Wucheng needed a legitimate only son as heir, the young Jiang Chongyan put on the suit and silently got on the car to Wucheng.
Jiang Cheng and Ye Yizhen have remarried and had children, but on the surface they still maintain their harmonious marriage status, and they greet and see off guests with fake smiles in public.
The fake performance brought even more disgust. The two walked away from the camera, their smiles disappeared, and they turned their backs on each other and left, each returning to their own family. In their second marriage, they both met the true love that would accompany them for a lifetime. Jiang Wangyue and Ye Yizhen's daughter grew up bathed in infinite love, with their parents in harmony and full of love.
Two people who were tired of each other and were not suitable for each other decided that divorce was the right choice, and after remarrying, they created two happy families. It was clearly a perfect story.
——Except for the children born to the two before their divorce.
In the entire complex web of interpersonal relationships, everyone is happy, except Jiang Chongyan, who grew up silently in a narrow margin, watching everything from afar and alone.
…
When the little girl saw a dog in the backyard, she immediately ran over excitedly.
She wanted to pet the puppy, but then she saw a man and a woman sitting in the yard, both of whom she didn't recognize. She hesitated and walked over, clinging to the door frame, watching them silently without saying a word.
Coke and Sprite were raised by Jiang Chongyan like big dogs. When they saw the children coming, they immediately stopped being crazy, walked around to the side, and sat down at Jiang Chongyan's feet without saying a word.
"elder brother."
The little girl hesitated for a long time, and finally took the first timid step, "Is this your dog?"
Xin Tong looked at Jiang Chongyan.
She saw Jiang Chongyan's eyes fall on the little girl.
There was a daze in his eyes for a moment.
Will you be unwilling?
Will it be uncomfortable?
Xin Tong had no idea what he was thinking. He was now 24 years old, tall, successful, living alone, a fully formed adult. His face was calm and composed. He showed no fear in front of so many cameras on the world stage, and he was so arrogant when holding the championship trophy.
But my eyes would still wander for a moment.
Just a moment.
The two of them sat there, the golden light of the setting sun shining on their motionless silhouettes.
The man suddenly came to his senses.
"Um."
"Our dog." Pointing at Xin Tong.
The little girl looked at the two of them with bright eyes, "Can I touch it?"
"Can I touch them?" Jiang Chongyan looked at Xin Tong beside him with a mischievous smile in his eyes. "Ask the puppies' mother?"
"!" Xin Tong almost bit her tongue.
…She had never considered herself the mother of Coke and Sprite; it always felt strange, as if they were married. She looked at him, the man in front of her smiling casually, a little ostentatiously, staring straight at her.
She blushed for the first time, glared at him, turned away and ignored him, and said to the child, "Okay. Touch it."
The child and the dog immediately became close friends. The two big, silly dogs were gentle with the little girl, and their three shadows tangled together, running and jumping around the yard with the setting sun behind them.
“Is it difficult to understand how people interact with each other?”
Jiang Chongyan suddenly asked.
"I don't know." Xin Tong stared at the brilliant sunset in the distance. "Anyway, I'm a fool. In countless nights of drunkenness and dreams, I only care about happiness and don't think about anything else."
"The world isn't ideal. People aren't black and white; they're gray. That's why this question is so complicated. Decades have passed in the blink of an eye. I just hope that my loved ones and I can always be happy."
Jiang Chongyan's eyes were stunned.
He slowly lowered his eyelashes and repeated, "Not so ideal... Not so ideal."
The mountain wind blew in his face, carrying a moist breath. Jiang Chongyan looked at the shadows of the little girl and two dogs playing together in the sunset, and immediately understood:
Perhaps closeness isn't something we can force into relationships; if we use fate as an example, a simple life is enough. It's enough for everyone to know that they're happy.
"Happy forever?"
He turned to look at Xin Tong, his eyes focused and serious. He wanted to get an answer. "Is there forever in this world?"
Xin Tong saw a little bird flying in the wind and landing at her feet. This moment was so beautiful.
She smiled freely.
“Every day you can’t forget is forever.”
Jiang Chongyan stared at her blankly. Suddenly, he reached out and took her hand tightly, interlocking their fingers. Then, he nodded.
"Golden words. Right."
Xin Tong was full of admiration for herself and swung her toes lazily.
The leaves of the persimmon trees in the yard fell in the wind.
"Yeah." He closed his eyes and kissed the back of her hand tenderly.
*
The next day, Jiang Yuanbin called and asked them to come back for dinner, so they went back to the Jiang family's old house.
Jiang Cheng was there too. As expected, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren started arguing over the issue of heirs again. Xin Tong kept silent, maintaining transparency.
But suddenly, I heard a familiar young voice coming from the side.
"I have an idea."
Jiang Chongyan suddenly interrupted the arguing topic and said seriously, word by word, "I sincerely recommend Jiang Wangyue as the next heir of the Jiang family, to replace me and inherit all of Grandpa's legacy."
——These words are like throwing a huge rock into a calm pond.
No one present expected Jiang Chongyan to suddenly say such a thing.
No one expected that there would be other candidates besides Jiang Chongyan for the position of the heir of this generation of the Jiang family.
Jiang Chongyan had been the unspoken only son and heir for years. He was a man of immense fame, a child of destiny, and possessed of exceptional talent. This publicly revealed heir represented the face and destiny of the century-old Jiang family.
There are only two possibilities for this position.
Jiang Chongyan accepts, and Jiang Chongyan does not accept.
No one thought of a third option.
"But," Jiang Cheng was the first to recover from his shock, "your mother and I are still married in public. How do you explain this relationship by choosing Jiang Wangyue?"
"That's the explanation."
Jiang Chongyan once again calmly said something shocking, "The fact that we publicly and peacefully divorced can explain it."
…
Xin Tong did not stay to find out too much.
Jiang Wangyue has shown great talent and interest in this industry since she was a child, even more so than Jiang Chongyan when he was a child. Jiang Chongyan was right, she is a very suitable candidate.
As early as last year, under Xin Tong's various influences, Jiang Yuanbin had already abandoned the previous rule of passing the inheritance down to males but not females. Even so, the Jiang family must have experienced a strong transformation and upheaval, and Jiang Chongyan's sincere advice and strong support were indispensable.
——Finally, Jiang Yuanbin finally decided:
Jiang Wangyue was selected as the new technical successor of the Jiang family.
From now on, he will teach personally and officially accept his granddaughter as his apprentice.
The old man is still strong enough to wait until Jiang Wangyue reaches adulthood. Jiang Wangyue will replace Jiang Chongyan as the next generation heir of the Jiang family.
Jiang Cheng also gained new insights after witnessing Kelly's success. As a Kelly investor, he had witnessed Xin Tong's hardships and difficulties along the way, visited Kelly's factories and companies, and traveled with Xin Tong to many places.
Jiang Cheng still remembers what Xin Tong said to him that night in front of the Jiang family manor.
"There are many things hidden in your body. You can't see them. But they are vital."
“The same goes for businesses and enterprises.”
"The things you can't see have silently supported this family for a hundred years."
...Jiang Cheng thought for a long time and finally came to his senses:
Morikawa is completely commercialized, and this path may not be suitable for the Jiang family.
He finally made a decision. After a peaceful discussion with Ye Yizhen, they both agreed to publicly announce that they had divorced peacefully and had remarried.
The public image of mutual respect was finally broken, but Jiang Cheng could sense that both parties were relieved. Everyone hated acting and hypocrisy, and perhaps the family's reputation didn't need his superficial marriage to maintain it.
Before marrying Jiang Cheng, Ye Yizhen was a rising star in the industry. However, after marriage, for the sake of Jiang's family and corporate image, she retreated behind the scenes and almost disappeared.
After announcing the divorce, her second husband gave her full support for her career. Ye Yizhen started again, devoted herself to her career, and established her own personal studio.
…
In addition, Jiang Cheng also revealed that his youngest daughter Jiang Wangyue is the only heir to the next generation of the Jiang family.
As the leader of the Jiang family, he will retreat to the second line and fully assist Jiang Wangyue, inherit the family technology, protect the tailoring skills and the family's full customization characteristics, and set a leading example in protecting the handicraft industry.
This is a good start.
This plan is safe, bold, and hopeful enough.
This family of high-end custom suits, which has been passed down for a hundred years, started with Ms. Jiang Wang. After a hundred years of dominance by men, it finally fell back on the shoulders of a ten-year-old girl.
The moonlight a hundred years ago was the same as it is today.
People place their hopes on her, cultivate seedlings, and pray for a prosperous future.
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