Jing Yiyi exploded with rage, her voice loud enough to shake the car roof: "Night Wing!"
Ye San, sitting in the front, flinched.
Jing Yiyi was both aggrieved and angry, leaning back in a huff, trying to create distance.
Unexpectedly, the driver hit a bump, and Jing Yiyi lost her balance, about to fall. Ye Wing quickly caught her, only to be violently pushed away the next second.
"Don't touch me!"
Her eyes were red with anger. She then remembered that she had been caught in the rain and her makeup must be ruined! But who dared to say her eyes looked like a piece of eye booger!
Absolutely monstrous!
Jing Yiyi's curled eyelashes drooped, her red lips pouted, her high chest heaved, and her pair of red eyes were filled with fury.
Also, was she really so insignificant in this man's eyes?
Ye Wing clicked his tongue, glancing at his reddened hand. He casually withdrew it, this damn woman actually had quite some strength.
Seeing her so furious, Ye Wing looked incredulous, "You're not crying, are you?"
Jing Yiyi retorted quickly, "I would never cry!" But her voice already carried an uncontrollable sob.
As the eldest daughter of the Jing family, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Except for playing a few tricks on Ji Zhixiu and not getting any advantage, she had always gotten whatever she wanted. Now, another Ye Wing had appeared!
Men were simply no good!
She thought indignantly.
"Oh," Ye Wing responded, sounding rather regretful.
Jing Yiyi looked up and glared at him, then shifted away, putting more distance between them. Each occupied their own side.
Ye Wing chuckled at the sight and stopped talking, pulling out his phone to play games.
Jing Yiyi, on the other hand, turned to look out the window.
The rain was relentless, the sky as dark as a blockbuster movie. It looked terrifying, and such weather made one's mood inexplicably heavy.
Jing Yiyi's fingers tightened on her knees. She wondered if Jing Bo had reached her father yet.
The man beside her was still engrossed in his game, his noises grating on her ears. Jing Yiyi clenched her small fist.
I can endure it, we'll be home soon, she told herself inwardly.
Ye Wing let out a whistle without restraint, "Pentakill!"
Finally, Jing Yiyi couldn't stand it anymore and turned around, "Can you be a little quieter??"
Ye Wing froze, looking at her bristling, then curled his lips and drawled, "No–––––––––"
They glared at each other.
"Miss Jing, we're here," the driver interrupted the tense atmosphere just as they were at a stalemate.
Jing Yiyi immediately pulled open the car door, not wanting to say a word of thanks to this man.
Ye Wing, without looking up, moved his fingers on his phone, "Ye San, get her an umbrella."
"Yes." Ye San was stunned for a moment, then obeyed, grabbed an umbrella, and quickly followed Jing Yiyi.
Soon, Ye San got back into the car, "Miss Jing accepted it."
Ye Wing scoffed. As expected, this damn woman wasn't stupid. While angry, she never let herself suffer.
When Jing Yiyi returned home, her mother, Mrs. Jing, was in the living room. She was shocked to see her return. "Oh my, my darling! How did you get caught in the rain! Quick! Auntie, go boil some ginger soup for my young lady!"
Jing Yiyi dropped the umbrella. "Mommy, is Daddy back?"
"He's back, just went upstairs to rest. You should go take a bath quickly too."
Half an hour later, Jing Yiyi had showered and changed into a bathrobe, sitting on the sofa. "Mommy,"
Mrs. Jing took a cup of ginger tea from a maid and handed it to her. "Yes, I'm here. Drink the ginger tea first, don't catch a cold."
The ginger tea warmed her hands, but the smell hit the top of her head. Jing Yiyi frowned.
"What are you standing around for? You child, drink it quickly!" Mrs. Jing urged.
Looking at her mother's concerned face, Jing Yiyi pinched her nose, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
Her throat immediately felt a burning sensation. Jing Yiyi suppressed the taste and mumbled, "Mommy, I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead."
"Ji Zhixiu and I can't work out. Don't worry about this."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Jing's face immediately fell. "Did Mrs. Ji say that, or did Ji Zhixiu say that?"
Jing Yiyi shook her head. "Neither. It's my own decision. I just suddenly feel that Ji Zhixiu is just like that, like a mobile freezer, what's so great about him."
Regardless of whether Jiang Mian existed or not, Jing Yiyi didn't want to keep putting herself out there for someone cold. This man's rejection was obvious.
"But he's the best eligible bachelor in the entire capital," Mrs. Jing said worriedly. "Yiyi, as the saying goes, a strong woman fears a persistent man. If you miss him, where will you find someone so good?"
"Mommy, why do I have to find a man? I'm capable enough to be alone," Jing Yiyi interrupted her unhappily.
A modern woman, why should she depend on a man?
Back then, Jing Corporation was created by Daddy and Mommy together. Now, Mommy stayed at home as a housewife, while Daddy entertained outside all day, which gave the mistress an opportunity.
She, Jing Yiyi, didn't want to be that kind of little woman.
"I plan to start working at the company tomorrow, and learn well by Daddy's side first."
"Then I'll listen to you," Mrs. Jing forced a smile. Her daughter had always been opinionated and had never caused her any worry since childhood.
Jing Yiyi placed her hands on her mother's shoulders and said gently, "Mommy! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I will definitely work hard, do my best in everything, and strive not to embarrass you, Mommy!"
Mrs. Jing smiled and playfully tapped her forehead with her finger. "You, you just know how to please your Mommy."
...
The day the signal tower was completed, the village chief wept with joy.
He had a daughter studying at university, and contacting her required a trip to town, which was extremely inconvenient. He always worried about his eldest daughter.
Who would have thought that heaven would send such a great benefactor!
He was truly a noble person to the entire village!
The director was also in tears. Although he was dedicating himself to art by filming in this remote mountain village, it didn't mean he didn't miss his family. Normally, to maintain morale, he wouldn't dare to show it.
He had thought he would just endure it, but unexpectedly, there was a way out!
Only Jiang Mian smiled silently.
To thank Fan Cheng, the village chief specifically went to town and bought a lot of meat to prepare a table of good food.
This made Fan Cheng a little embarrassed. He wasn't a good person; if they really wanted to thank someone, it should be Mr. Ji. These people were all fortunate to have the young madam.
"Mr. Fan, you are truly a great benefactor to our village! You have no idea how much trouble you've solved for us!"
As the saying goes, one lives off the mountain and lives off the water. Their village was blessed with excellent natural conditions.
But it was too remote. All the young men in the village had gone to the big cities to work, leaving only the old, weak, women, and children.
Over time, who wouldn't miss their children?
But, the lack of signal made it unbearable.
"Mr. Fan's actions today are simply a blessing to this region! Come, I'll toast Mr. Fan!"
After talking to his daughter on the phone that afternoon, the village chief was filled with emotion, even his voice carrying a slight tremble.
Several village representatives also raised their glasses. Looking at these honest, smiling faces, Fan Cheng stood up. "You are all too kind. Please sit down, everyone. This was also instructed by our boss; I was merely following orders."
"You and your boss are both good people. The mountain gods will bless you. Come, cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Unable to resist the villagers' enthusiasm, Fan Cheng drank several cups.
Meanwhile, Jiang Mian, after finishing work, made a call to Ji Zhixiu first.
They finished work early today, and Jiang Mian could see that the director also wanted to make a call.
Everyone was in high spirits, the atmosphere comparable to a festival.
Jiang Mian returned to her small cabin and changed into the old cotton shoes given by the village chief's wife.
The temperature in the mountains dropped at night, and it was quite cold. Wearing these old cotton shoes, Jiang Mian felt warm inside.
She waited nervously for the number to connect.
Soon, the man's magnetic voice came through, "Mian Mian."
Hearing this man's voice again after so long, Jiang Mian squeezed her numb earlobe, as if he were right beside her.
Ji Zhixiu was also in a good mood, "It seems Fan Cheng did a great job."
Jiang Mian burrowed into the quilt, tossing and turning, wrapping herself like a silkworm cocoon. At the same time, she hooked her legs to press down the quilt at the foot of the bed, sealing herself in completely.
Then she smiled, "Husband, you're so good. You don't know how happy the villagers were today. Being able to call their families who are working far away is their greatest wish."
"What about you? Do you miss me?" the man lowered his voice and said softly. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
He didn't care about anyone else; he only cared about Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian's lips curved upward, "I miss you so much, especially miss you, incredibly miss you, is that enough?"
Every day since joining the crew, she had missed this man. Only by immersing herself in the script and getting into character could she temporarily forget her longing.
She said "I miss you" three times in a row, her voice soft and lingering.
The man's heart felt as if it were being gently tickled by countless feathers. His Adam's apple bobbed; he missed the little girl too.
Even Little Dried Fish at home liked to linger in her closet.
"What about you! Do you miss me?" Jiang Mian's spoiled voice rang out again.
Ji Zhixiu's lips curved slightly, his face softened, and his voice was like jade, "I miss you very much too."
Having received the answer she wanted, Jiang Mian was content.
"A Xiu, wait for me a little longer, I'll be back in a month!"
"Okay," Ji Zhixiu agreed. "How are things there? Are you tired?"
Jiang Mian unconsciously twirled her hair and instinctively reported good news, not bad. "Very good, the crew has integrated well, and the progress is fast. The director is also very good. We are staying with villagers, and they are also very good."
She didn't want the man to know that she was sleeping in such a small place at night.
Ji Zhixiu's eyes deepened. How could he not know what the little girl was thinking.
Never mind, if she didn't want to say it, he wouldn't ask.
Jiang Mian, afraid he would ask about anything else, quickly changed the subject.
"What about you? Have you gone on another date with Miss Jing?" She emphasized the word "date."
"You are not allowed to go out with her, do you hear me? If you're not a proper man, your bird will be broken." Jiang Mian said with a smile, but Ji Zhixiu could clearly hear a hint of threat.
Ji Zhixiu pinched his brow. It was only that one time, and she had caught him.
He was in the wrong.
He paused, carefully choosing his words. "I met her once last time, but I don't think we'll have any further contact."
"As for being a proper man, I will adhere to it. Don't worry, my person and my heart belong to Mrs. Ji."
His tone was clear and serious. Towards the end, his voice deepened, both alluring and tender.