Chapter 60
The dinner I couldn't attend
Xu also heard Jiang Fengyi's phone vibrate. Curious who was calling while she was recording a program, he glanced at her screen.
Song Siman?
That name looks familiar.
She remembered—wasn't this the doctor she and Jiang Fengyi had bumped into at the hospital a month ago? He was Jiang Fengyi's former classmate.
They exchanged contact information at that time.
But Xu couldn't understand why, since they hadn't seen each other in contact before, he was calling Jiang Fengyi so frequently a month later.
She was determined to keep calling until the other person answered, even if the other person didn't.
"What's up?"
The person on the other end must have said quite a bit, because Jiang Fengyi paused for a long time. After a while, she continued, "I'm recording a program right now. I'll call you back in half an hour."
Twenty minutes later,
The group arrived at the hotel and checked in.
Jiang Fengyi and Xu returned to their hotel room, and the production crew also finished their filming for the day.
She dialed Song Siman's number.
He cut to the chase and asked, "Why do you need my help?"
Song Siman, hiding in her room with the curtains drawn, truthfully replied over the phone, "Because you're the only person I know who can stop my mother."
“I took annual leave these past few days and didn’t even dare to go to the hospital, but my mother still forced me to have dinner with the Zhao family.”
“The elders of the Zhao family and my mother were all there, and the meaning was very clear: they wanted to push me out for blind dates.”
"I've already got my marriage certificate, but they still won't give up on me and want me to go through an arranged marriage."
Jiang Fengyi didn't understand: "Why don't you just not go?"
Song Siman's tone was a little weak: "I said I wouldn't go, but my mother is going to have bodyguards escort me there. They're guarding downstairs, and I don't even dare to leave the house now."
"I had no other choice but to come to you."
Song Siman talks a lot when she's under a lot of pressure.
"The chance encounter at the hospital last month seems to be the path that God has shown me."
She tried her best to demonstrate her usefulness to Jiang Fengyi: "By the way, isn't your girlfriend looking for research samples? I can help with that!"
"What sample?"
"Disabled children, isn't your girlfriend's new company producing children's prosthetics? They need to conduct user research before launching them on the market. I can contact the orthopedic and rehabilitation departments at hospitals..."
Before Song Siman could finish speaking, Jiang Fengyi gave her a positive answer.
I will help you with your matter.
Immediately afterward, Jiang Fengyi made several more phone calls. It seemed the Zhao family was still too idle, spending all their time scheming and plotting. She needed to find them something to do.
After she finished all that, she found a table full of food in front of her.
"this……"
"I saw you were busy, so I ordered food in advance."
Only when she smelled the aroma of food did Jiang Fengyi belatedly realize the emptiness in her stomach; she hadn't eaten anything during the recording of the program.
She had to eat, but she didn't forget her business.
"You've started a new company?"
Xu's eyes widened: "How did you know?"
She looked a little embarrassed: "It's just a small studio, not very big, it can't be considered a company."
"You were frequently visiting factories recently, did you already have this idea then?"
"Um."
"Then why didn't you ask me for help?"
"Who said you didn't help?" Xu peeled a shrimp for Jiang Fengyi and put it in her bowl. "The startup capital for the studio was the money you gave me."
"Without you, this studio wouldn't have been able to be set up."
You've done me the biggest favor!
"It also helped those children!"
Xu said solemnly, "Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on their behalf."
Jiang Fengyi ate the shrimp: "If you need any help later, you can let me know."
Xu smiled, her eyes crinkling: "I definitely will!"
Here, laughter and sweet affection filled the air, but the Zhao family was overwhelmed with their own troubles and in a state of utter chaos.
Grandma Zhao's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, as if she wanted to burn through the content on the screen.
Back home, Zhao Ruxuan complained, "Jiang Fengyi is really sick. She went to record a variety show but still couldn't resist causing trouble for us."
Sitting opposite her, Zhao Rufei continued under pressure: "...Besides the two families mentioned above, the Sun family has also canceled the cooperation agreement with us."
"They're all opportunists who change their allegiance at the slightest provocation!"
In her fury, Old Mrs. Zhao realized she probably wouldn't be able to attend the dinner party that was supposed to be held today.
"Make a phone call to the Song family."
"Hello……"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Song, something came up at home and we can't attend the dinner tonight. We'll reschedule for another day."
"Okay, okay, let's make it another day."
Mrs. Song visibly breathed a sigh of relief, her tone revealing her joy.
After saying that, she hung up the phone impatiently without waiting for Zhao Rufei's reply.
Fortunately, they hadn't had a chance to get involved with the Zhao family yet. They didn't know where they had offended Jiang Fengyi, but the latter was going to make a big fuss about dealing with the Zhao family.
After all, in business, it's important to leave room for maneuver so you can meet again in the future.
Jiang Fengyi's move seemed like a complete breakdown in relations.
Mrs. Song began to re-select suitable marriage partners for her disobedient daughter.
Forget it, let's call the bodyguards back first. If it weren't for the domineering Old Mrs. Zhao pressuring her, Mrs. Song wouldn't have wanted to resort to such forceful measures.
Doing so will only worsen their already fragile mother-daughter relationship.
Most importantly, the company ran into some trouble, which she had to deal with first, so Song Siman's matter had to be postponed.
In a certain residential community,
Song Siman looked down through the gap in the heavy curtains and saw that the familiar black sedan was still parked in the same spot.
"So?" Her girlfriend, An Yu, leaned closer. "Is that friend you mentioned willing to help?"
"She agreed."
An Yu was a little skeptical, "Can she really persuade your mother?" Song Siman's mother was too stubborn; once she made up her mind, nothing could change it.
For example, he doesn't approve of Song Siman being with him, and even after so long, he still refuses to agree.
There's nothing she can't do.
An Yu believes that Song Siman is putting too much of a filter on this old classmate.
"Look, the bodyguard downstairs is gone!"
"I knew she could do it!"
An Yu drew back the curtains, and the black sedan that had been parked downstairs for several days finally drove away.
"Hey, they really left."
An Yu couldn't understand: "How did she manage to persuade your mother?"
"I'd like to know too."
She drew the curtains wide open, finally freeing herself from hiding at home.
"Let's go to the park and soak up the sun while the weather is nice! Before the sun goes down."
The setting sun painted the distant horizon orange-red, forcing the thick clouds to drape themselves in gold leaf, and the distant mountains became the backdrop, slumped at the foot of the setting sun.
Jiang Fengyi and Xu Que's room was on a high floor of the hotel. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass into the room without reservation, scattering tiny gold fragments on the floor.
The sun is about to set.
Jiang Fengyi nestled in Xu Que's arms, one arm bathed in sunlight, the warm glow illuminating the fine, golden downy hairs on her arm.
"We've spent another day together."
Jiang Fengyi sat up straight, her long, smooth hair gently brushing against Xu Que's hand.
"The production team informed us that recording will begin at 10 a.m. tomorrow, so we can sleep in."
Xu pulled the person back into her arms: "I didn't expect that recording a variety show would be so much easier than going to work."
She slowly moved her body, and also moved her arm into the sunlight.
"Flying to different cities, with so many cameras pointed at the two of us, it felt a bit like a travel shoot."
Jiang Fengyi was taken aback. She and Xu Que were not engaged, let alone had a wedding.
They reached an agreement and coaxed him into getting a marriage certificate with her.
Xu continued to chuckle to himself, "And the clothes the styling team put together for us are also very photogenic."
As she spoke, she raised the camera beside her.
"Crack—"
The viewfinder captures this moment.
A pale golden halo bathed the hair, casting a soft, warm yellow hue over the background. Two fluffy heads nestled close together.
A smile spread across their faces as they turned toward each other. Time flowed by quietly, and their hair intertwined beneath them.
The sun has set, but the warmth that lingers in the room hasn't faded.
the next day,
Xu was awakened by the morning light that burst into the room.
"It's so sunny!"
The syllables were muffled in the low, hoarse voice that had just woken up, but they did not wake the person next to him.
She quietly got out of bed and drew all the floor-length curtains.
She glanced at the time; it was just past seven. She lay back down on the bed.
I woke up after taking a nap.
Jiang Fengyi was already sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup when Xu, before even fully opening his eyes, reached out towards his wife.
In front of the mirror, Xu rested his head on Jiang Fengyi's shoulder.
"When did you wake up? I didn't hear a sound."
“Half an hour ago.” Jiang Fengyi finished drawing her eyebrows and nudged her. “Go wash up first, we’re going to record soon.”
"No rush, there's still an hour."
She sniffed lightly: "It smells so good, did you wear perfume?"
“No,” Jiang Fengyi pushed the clingy Xu Que away completely, “Stop dawdling, go brush your teeth now!”
The two arrived at the recording location ten minutes early.
"Please accept today's tasks, our two guests."
Jiang Fengyi was nearby, so she took two steps forward and took the task card from the staff member's hand.
"Making pottery?"
"But I don't know how to do pottery."
Xu, who was standing to the side, chimed in, "I don't know either."
The program team explained: "It's okay, the two teachers only need to go to the designated location before sunset and make a qualified product to successfully complete the challenge."
Xu asked, "If the mission succeeds, will we still get the funding through a lottery?"
The staff member glanced at the director and then shook his head.
"After successfully completing the mission, you can directly receive the travel funds for the next leg of your trip."
Xu then said to Jiang Fengyi, who had just closed her mission card, "Today's mission sounds simple. Let's set off now."
The designated pottery studio vacated its space in advance due to the arrival of the production crew.
After introducing herself, ceramic artist Xiaoya stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Which of you would like to go first?"
"Let's go together."
Xu informed her in advance, "Teacher Xiaoya, neither of us knows pottery. Could you teach us more?"
"no problem!"
"Let's first mold this lump of clay in front of us into the general shape we want."
As Xiaoya finished speaking,
Both hands were stretched out at the same time, but before touching the clay, they touched each other.
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