The third day of the Lunar New Year.
When Jiang Mian woke up early, she still felt a sense of unreality.
She sat on the bed, her mind blank for two seconds.
Then she picked up her phone and opened Weibo. Good, the trending topic was still high, and the Douban score had reached 8.0.
Jiang Mian cupped her small face with both hands and rubbed it, then slowly got up and went downstairs.
Aunt Song was dressing little dried fish. Ever since Aunt Song learned to shop online, she had bought a lot of clothes for little dried fish.
Seeing Jiang Mian come down, Aunt Song, ignoring the lifeless little dried fish, quickly put on it a festive new year outfit and said loudly, "Good morning, young madam. What would you like to eat? Young master told me he's gone back to the old house."
Jiang Mian couldn't help but smile when she saw little dried fish.
They say cats are especially indulgent towards the elderly and children. Jiang Mian had bought clothes for little dried fish once before, but it didn't like wearing them and leaped away with its agile body.
Now, with Aunt Song dressing it, although it was unwilling, it cooperated reasonably well.
She picked up little dried fish, rubbed its soft body twice, and then said, "I want to eat small wontons and crab roe soup dumplings."
"No problem, coming right up."
Jiang Mian sat at the table, propping her chin with one hand while scrolling through her phone with the other.
Chang Qing sent her a few full moon photos of her goddaughter.
The baby was adorable, with large, dark, and sparkling eyes like grapes.
Her little pout could melt hearts.
Jiang Mian was almost melting from cuteness.
Aunt Song brought breakfast and saw her in this state, smiling and saying, "If the young madam likes it, you can hurry up and have one with the young master. I'll help you take care of it while I still have the energy."
Jiang Mian poked a soup dumpling and took two sips of the broth, her earlobes turning rosy. She whispered, "No rush."
"Young master is thirty this year, so you can consider this too. Otherwise, when the Chang family's children are all in school, young master's child will still be drinking milk."
Jiang Mian had never really considered Ji Zhixiu's age before.
She knew Ji Zhixiu was older than her, but she didn't know they were five years apart.
Now, hearing Aunt Song say it, Jiang Mian realized that Ji Zhixiu was actually the oldest among this group of people.
However, was it still too early to have children?
"Ow..." She was so engrossed in her thoughts that Jiang Mian scalded her mouth with the broth.
She stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, "I'll think about it carefully, Aunt Song."
...
Meanwhile.
The largest revolving restaurant in Kyoto had already been booked out.
Ji Zhixiu's expression was indifferent, his face stern. He had only lightly touched the food on the table twice.
He put down his cutlery, meticulously wiped his fingers, and every movement exuded an innate elegance.
Then he slowly nodded, "Since we are both being forced, and the meal is finished, Miss Jing should know what to say when you go back, right?"
A fleeting hint of infatuation flashed in Jing Yiyi's eyes, then returned to normal.
She curled her lips into a smile and said generously, "Of course, I'll tell my mommy that I don't like this kind of cold demeanor. I like gentle and gentlemanly men."
Ji Zhixiu's expression remained unchanged, "That's for the best. I wish Miss Jing an early finding of a good match."
Since the man was clearly not interested, there was no point in dragging it out.
Knowing when to stop might even earn her some goodwill.
Jing Yiyi thought to herself, then wiped the corner of her lips, stood up, and said, "Let's go, Mr. Ji. I hope our two families will have opportunities to cooperate in the future."
Ji Zhixiu also stood up and walked towards the elevator first.
The elevator slowly descended to the first basement level.
"Oh dear..." As Jing Yiyi stepped out of the elevator, she stumbled and twisted her ankle.
Ji Zhixiu frowned imperceptibly, his hands in his pockets, showing no inclination to help, but with a concerned tone, he asked, "Are you alright?"
Jing Yiyi shook her head, "It's nothing serious, but I probably can't drive. I'll have to trouble Mr. Ji to give me a ride back."
"That's naturally no problem."
Jing Yiyi smugly curled her lips, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Ji."
Half an hour later, in front of the Jing family's house.
Jing Yiyi got out of the car with her bag, walked to Ji Zhixiu's side, leaned down and propped herself on the car window, her cleavage peeking out. She said enthusiastically, "We're already at my doorstep, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"
Ji Zhixiu's gaze shifted to the side, his voice carrying a hint of coldness, "No need, I have something to attend to."
Jing Yiyi had already guessed this would happen, so she wasn't disappointed. She straightened up and said in a clear voice, "Alright, thank you for driving me back. Be safe on your way back~"
With that, she hummed a little tune and walked back into the Jing family home.
As soon as she entered the living room, Mother Jing heard her voice. She put down the "Fight the Landlord" game she was playing and said with joy, "It seems today's blind date went smoothly?"
Jing Yiyi walked in, kicking off her high heels, and tossed her bag casually onto the sofa.
She collapsed onto the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and rubbed her face against it, "Satisfied, too satisfied! Ji Zhixiu just drove me back."
"Really?!" Mother Jing was very pleased.
It seemed the rumors about Ji's Group's Mr. Ji being decisive and not interested in women were just that, rumors.
She gave her daughter a thumbs-up, "Daughter, you're amazing. You've got him right after coming back."
Jing Yiyi chuckled twice, and the thought of spending the rest of her life with a high-quality man like Ji Zhixiu made her excited.
"Mommy! I will definitely win him over!"
"Good! Mommy supports you! I'll call Aunt Ji right away and have her introduce more opportunities to you."
Ji Residence.
"We've met, and neither of us is satisfied. Mom, don't bother anymore," Ji Zhixiu said somberly.
Mother Ji stared at him, "You're not satisfied with the Jing family, son. What kind of woman do you like?"
Ji Zhixiu casually replied, "I like pretty women. She likes gentleness and thinks I'm too cold."
Mother Ji stared at him and waved her hand wearily, "Fine, if there's no spark, then forget it. You can go back."
Ji Zhixiu's face was cold, "Mom, don't bother introducing anyone to me next time. I don't like any of them."
Mother Ji glared at him, "If you were capable of finding someone yourself, I wouldn't have to worry about you."
"If I liked someone, would Mom like them too?"
Mother Ji looked at him, "My only requirement for your future wife is that her family background must be worthy of you. After what happened with Zhilan, you should know what it means to be well-matched in social status."
Ji Zhixiu lowered his eyes, "I'm leaving."
As soon as Ji Zhixiu left, Mother Ji's phone rang.
"Yes, the two children have met. Alas, I think we should worry less about their affairs." Mother Ji said.
"Huh?" This time Mother Jing was at a loss, she turned on the speakerphone, "From our side, we are very satisfied with Zhixiu."
Mother Ji frowned, "I heard Xiu'er say that Yiyi likes the gentle type?"
Hearing this, Jing Yiyi snatched her mother's phone and said in a sweet voice, "Auntie, I only said that to avoid awkwardness. I really like Mr. Ji. He even drove me back just now. He's just quiet, it's okay, I talk a lot."
Mother Ji's eyes lit up, "He drove you back?"
"Yes, yes, men as thoughtful and excellent as Mr. Ji are very rare."
Mother Ji chuckled happily, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, Yiyi, you two can get to know each other slowly first. If you need anything, come to me. Auntie will definitely be on your side."
"Thank you, Auntie, I love you! I'll visit you at the Ji residence when I have time. Thank you for your trouble."
After hanging up the phone, Jing Yiyi blew on her still-wet nail polish. Hmm, this color seems okay. I'll get it touched up at the salon tomorrow.
Mother Jing peeled an orange nearby, "Darling, it would be wonderful if we could form an alliance with the Ji family."
Jing Yiyi rolled her eyes, "Mommy, our Jing family is not bad either."
"Yes, yes, yes, but we're still a bit lacking compared to the Ji family."
Jing Yiyi smiled, "That's why only a man like Mr. Ji is worthy of me."
......
Night.
Ji Zhixiu hugged the young girl from behind, pulling her into his arms, and gently kissed her cheek, "Don't take what Aunt Song said to heart. I'm not in a hurry about children."
Jiang Mian had indeed thought about this matter all day. Hearing the man say this, she turned her head in surprise.
"How did you know?"
Ji Zhixiu chuckled, "Aunt Song has been with us for many years, she's practically watched me grow up. Seeing you looking unhappy all afternoon, she realized she said the wrong thing and told me as soon as I got back tonight."
Jiang Mian turned over and hugged him, her voice slow, "I wasn't unhappy, I just thought about how you're thirty. It's quite pitiful."
Ji Zhixiu's forehead twitched, "What's so pitiful about being thirty?"
Jiang Mian pouted, "Chang Qin is several years younger than you and is already a father. Aren't you anxious?"
Ji Zhixiu actually didn't have much concept of this.
He also didn't want Jiang Mian, at such a young age, to be tied down by children.
He held the girl's palm, brought it to his lips, and kissed it, "No, I prefer our world for two."
Jiang Mian tilted her head and kissed his forehead, softly cooing, "Understood, husband, kiss."
......
This Lunar New Year was very fruitful for Jiang Mian.
After posting on Weibo, Song Xingjia disappeared again, and Jiang Mian's fan count was far from that large.
However, "Class Three High School" received rave reviews, with all praise coming from organic online fans.
Now, because of this movie, Jiang Mian had gained five million followers, successfully becoming a blogger with tens of millions of followers.
The current box office had exceeded 2.5 billion, making it a "dark horse" among the Lunar New Year films.
And with the Lunar New Year not yet over, the subsequent performance should be even better.
Many producers and partners had already approached Sister Ning.
Sister Ning was so overwhelmed with choices that her eyes were glazing over. The more critical the moment, the more cautious she was.
Then she arranged two commercials for Jiang Mian.
So, on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Mian returned to work.
She rushed to the studio early in the morning for a shoot.
She wore a light yellow cotton coat and a matching knitted hat. Her scarf was wrapped snugly around her neck, making her small face appear even smaller. She bent down and got into the van.
Then she leaned against the car window, still a bit groggy. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Her eyelids fluttered, and she took advantage of this moment to catch a nap.
Li Zhuyi saw her looking tired and sat quietly on the side, not disturbing her.
Her gaze was fixed on the window, lost in thought.
When Jiang Mian arrived at the location, she was already awake without Li Zhuyi needing to call her.
Today's shoot was for a perfume commercial, and the script was very short.
Jiang Mian glanced at it twice, communicated with the director, and then began filming.
The filming process was also relatively smooth.
After finishing, Jiang Mian checked the time and saw it was still early. She said to Li Zhuyi, "Zhuyi, can I treat you to a meal?"
Li Zhuyi paused for a moment, then said with difficulty, her head bowed, "Sister, I have something I want to tell you."