There is a world of difference between having a cat at home and not having one.

Jian Jing suddenly has a lot more things to do on a daily basis. She has to clean the cat's poop, feed it, and give it snacks. When she goes to the toilet, she spends less and less time playing with her phone because the cat will supervise her going to the toilet.

When she works on the computer, the cat squats beside her hand and meows for someone to hold it.

Jian Jing is glad that Pudding was well-educated and doesn't like to step on the keyboard or bite the wires. Except for knocking over a cup and water flowing onto the table and destroying a mechanical keyboard, she has never caused any trouble.

She is very curious about how those cats who are writers - no, writers who have cats, can keep working?

Anyway, she doesn't want to write, she just wants to play with cats.

Every day, it was: "Pudding, come and hug me", "Pudding, let's eat", "Pudding, let's go downstairs".

Then, inevitably, dark thoughts came into her mind: If the cat that deceived Jiang Baiyan got lost, could she take Pudding for herself?

Unfortunately, Jiang Baiyan kept a close eye on his son and had to video chat with him every day to feel at ease.

Jian Jing deliberately asked: "Are you afraid that I will sell your Pudding?"

Jiang Baiyan: "Pudding is not worth much, I'm afraid it will be passed on to someone else."

Alas, this child is too smart.

Jian Jing gave up the kidnapping plan in disappointment and played one day at a time.

Then, March arrived.

Spring is here, the temperature is gradually rising, the clothes are getting thinner, the early cherry blossoms are blooming, and the streets are full of the breath of spring.

Jian Jing received a wedding invitation.

The one getting married was the daughter of Vice President Jin Wu. Not only relatives and friends were invited, but also several top writers in the society.

This was a social occasion that could not be turned down, and she had to go.

Fortunately, it was a sunny day with only a few light white clouds in the blue sky. The temperature was neither high nor low, and it was extremely comfortable.

Jian Jing shoveled food for Pudding in advance and asked the hourly aunt to feed her again at noon. Then she left home with a lot of worries.

Kang Mucheng came to pick her up and said, "If you like cats so much, just raise one yourself."

Jian Jing: "It's better to steal than to buy, and it's better to kidnap than to steal, and it's better to return than to kidnap."

This was the first time Kang Mucheng had seen her in nearly a month, and the situation was much better than he had imagined. She didn't look depressed. She had light makeup on her cheeks, almost like she was wearing nothing. She only had a light touch of lipstick, but her face still looked blood-red. She

was wearing a beige ruffled lace shirt dress with a brown leather waist belt tied tightly around her waist, which made the wide skirt look slim. She was wearing a thin coat. She was wearing Martin boots with blingbling ornaments on the boots, which was cute and a bit rock-style.

It seemed to be a new spring style.

If you are willing to buy clothes, it won't be a big problem.

Kang Mucheng was really relieved, and finally dared to talk about the new book: "I read the new manuscript, the suspense part is stable, which is your style, but the emotional drama is unexpected. To be honest, Jingjing, I thought you would write like Xia Xing."

Jian Jing couldn't help laughing.

"Her story is popular, but the shortcomings are also obvious. It's too virtual, like a dream. Your story is fake, but the meaning is very real. How did you write it?" Kang Mucheng pretended to be calm.

Jian Jing looked at him and said, "When will you give your comments on the revisions?"

"I brought them." Kang Mucheng handed her a file bag and changed the subject again, "Recently in the group, screenwriter Xu and others are always talking about the casting of Devil May Cry 2, and you rarely speak."

Jian Jing said, "I'm not interested."

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to recommend Jiang Baiyan?" he asked.

Jian Jing retorted: "It's not yours? And he has given up on it."

"Can you recommend other candidates? Do you have any favorite actors?"

"Mr. Kang," Jian Jing turned to look at him, "Do you want to ask me about Xie Wei?"

Kang Mucheng paused and said, "How long have you known each other? But he and Shao Meng died one after another, and Tao Tao suddenly went crazy. I'm a little worried."

Jian Jing shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

How much heartache can there be when you have only known each other for a few days? But when a person dies, all the little things are covered with a layer of soft light, and it is inevitable to feel lost.

"Jingjing," Kang Mucheng chose his words carefully, "maybe you can talk to me."

She glanced at him and said nothing.

He added, "You can say anything, I'll listen."

"No." She refused decisively.

Kang Mucheng was taken aback and looked at her in surprise, "Why? I'll keep it a secret, don't you believe me?"

"I don't want to report my personal status like a psychological consultation." Jian Jing said slowly, "Mr. Kang wants to talk to me, so tell me about yourself first."

Kang Mucheng was stunned and looked hesitant.

Jian Jing adjusted the rabbit brooch on her chest, looking calm and relaxed.

After a moment, Kang Mucheng seemed ready to say something, but he was not used to pouring out his heart to her. He hesitated for a long time, but still could not break through the psychological barrier, and changed the subject abruptly: "We are here."

The wedding venue today is a private club that is not open to the public. It is designed like an English castle and only hosts wedding banquets and other banquets. It is extremely private.

The car drove into the iron gate, and a building similar to Highclere Castle in Downton Abbey came into view.

The vast lawn and the exquisitely trimmed garden can become the location for idol dramas at any time. However, at this time, the garden has been occupied by snow-white silk and large bouquets of flowers, and colorful balloons are dotted on the flower racks, like a dream.

Jian Jing signed at the entrance, gave 8888 yuan as a gift, and received a gift.

She was very curious about what they would give her, so she opened it on the spot.

A bottle of Jo Malone perfume, a Chanel lipstick, and two handmade chocolates.

She glanced at Kang Mucheng's men's gift box: "What do you have in there?"

Kang Mucheng had no intention of opening it, but when she asked, he had to tear open the ribbon. Inside was a lighter, perfume, and cookies.

"Here you go." Kang Mucheng handed the cookies to her, "Like a little kid."

Jian Jing: "..." She didn't want it again.

But after giving it to her, she still took it and put it in her bag.

Kang Mucheng's eyes softened and he said, "Follow me, we'll go say hello to the host."

Jian Jing did as he was told.

The vice president of Jinwu was surnamed Nie, also known as President Nie. He was a handsome middle-aged man. Although he was older, he had maintained a good figure and stood straight. Because of his affluent life, there were not many wrinkles on his face.

"Mucheng is here." President Nie was in charge of publishing and distribution, and had little contact with Jian Jing. He greeted her a little awkwardly, "This is Teacher Jian, thank you for coming to my daughter's wedding."

"Hello, President Nie." Jian Jing acted like a wallflower with ease.

President Nie has worked at Jinwu for more than ten years. He and Kang Mucheng are so familiar with each other that there is no need to talk much. He directly said to him: "Rongrong is with her mother. You haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

Kang Mucheng said: "It's been more than two years."

"She must be very happy to see you." President Nie said with a smile, "Go and see her. Many of Rongrong's good friends are here today. They are all beautiful and energetic girls. You are two years older than my Rongrong. You have to hurry up."

Kang Mucheng sighed: "Yes." Jian Jing

couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, the most terrible thing about attending a wedding is being repeatedly urged to get married.

Kang Mucheng was afraid that President Nie would tie the knot on the spot, so he hurriedly found an excuse to leave and visit today's bride.

The bride and her mother were in the waiting room, surrounded by a dozen girls, like stars and moons.

"Aunt Yun, Rongrong." Kang Mucheng greeted the familiar elders.

Mrs. Nie wore a red cheongsam today according to custom. Because the material is high-end and the workmanship is exquisite, even the most vulgar red does not look cheap, but full of luxury and joy.

She was so happy to see Kang Mucheng: "Mucheng, come and sit." She said to her daughter, "Rongrong, you haven't seen Mucheng for a long time, right?"

The bride had already changed into a wedding dress. The soft and white veil carefully wrapped around her slender body, and the long swaying on the ground was like a blooming petal.

"Brother Mucheng." Bride Rong smiled, "Thank you for coming to my wedding."

Kang Mucheng was not as serious as usual in socializing, and smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you got married suddenly. I heard that the man is the youngest son of the Fang family?"

Mrs. Nie nodded with a smile: "Yes, have you met Mucheng before?"

"Maybe I have met him, but I'm not very familiar with him."

Just look through the list of the richest people in this world, it is not difficult to find that the top 100 companies are basically in the following industries: Internet, real estate, electronic technology, medicine, machinery manufacturing, food, clothing and publishing and media.

The Fang family is just as its name suggests, doing real estate business. Twenty years ago, the family assets could rank in the top 20 in the country.

However, that was only twenty years ago.

Times have changed.

But people can't escape food, clothing, housing and transportation when they are alive, and the real estate industry is still strong. The Fang family is definitely a well-known wealthy family in China.

Of course, the wealth belongs to the entire family. The groom that Rong Xinren is going to marry today is just the youngest son of the Fang family. His father is still alive, and he has older brothers and sisters. Fortunately, he has made a good career.

A chain of homestays that has been very popular recently is his business.

Mrs. Nie is very satisfied with her son-in-law.

Once her own children have a place to go, she especially wants to help others find a marriage.

Mrs. Nie scanned the bridesmaids and accurately selected her favorite one: "Xiaochun, do Auntie a favor and take him around."

She said to Kang Mucheng, "You are a grown man, you must be impatient to chat with me. Many people came today, you should make more friends."

Kang Mucheng said, "My mother will not arrive until the evening today, I will chat with you for a while."

As President Kang, making money is no longer the top priority. Jin Wu left most of his work to his son, and he took on the task of cultural dissemination, holding activities abroad all year round to improve his reputation.

She is abroad today, preparing to meet with a member of the royal family of a certain country. The other party's schedule is arranged one or two months in advance, and it is really impossible to catch up.

"It's okay, the president has called us." Mrs. Nie urged with a smile, "Don't dawdle, let's go, if you don't leave, our girls won't be able to do anything."

The bridesmaids all laughed.

Kang Mucheng failed to find an excuse, so he had to get up and leave.

Bridesmaid Chun took a slightly nervous breath and led the way with a smile: "The groom's people are in the garden, just go around here and you'll get there."

Go downstairs from the waiting room on the second floor, pass through the wedding hall, and go out from the back door to reach the spacious garden, where flowers pierce the corridors and arches, and the grass is green.

The bubble machine keeps blowing transparent bubbles into the sky, shining with colorful light under the refraction of the sun. The air is filled with the smell of desserts, and the spring breeze touches everyone's nose.

Most of the guests were chatting and taking photos here, and a few children were running around with hydrogen balloons.

Jian Jing sat in a corner, taking photos and playing with her phone. The warm sunshine shone on her body, dispelling the coldness accumulated in the winter.

Perhaps it was because she chose a clever location, with a row of flower stands behind her, and many people liked to run to this corner to have a private conversation.

For example, the gay couple who were now expressing their feelings.

A said, "I heard you were going on a blind date?"

B said, "My mom is pushing me, I have no choice."

A asked, "Why don't you tell them the truth?"

B replied, "I'm an only child, I have to carry on the family line, there's no other way."

A sneered, "Is that it?"

B said, "You have to understand me."

A said angrily, "Okay, if that's the case, go on your blind date, get married, and we'll be done with each other."

B was furious, "How can you be so cruel?"

Jian Jing listened intently, thinking, this is exactly the beginning of a BL novel .

But soon, the story took a sharp turn and switched to suspense mode.

Another best man in a black suit hurried over, lowered his voice, and asked quickly, "Did any of you see Fang Yan?"

Fang Yan is the name of the groom.

"No, what's wrong?" A asked.

The third person took a deep breath and said in an unfriendly tone: "He's gone."

Jian Jing: Oh no.