He got up abruptly and placed his clothes on the chair, "I'm going to the restroom."
Jiang Mian felt a bit vexed. Why hadn't Ji Zhixiu come to find her yet?
When Ji Zhixiu went to the restroom and didn't see her, and then found Jiang Mian, he saw the two of them entangled. Jiang Mian had her back to him.
"Mianmian," his voice carried a hint of post-fright only he knew.
Hearing the sound, Shen Tingyu unconsciously loosened her grip.
Jiang Mian turned her face, her small face full of grievance, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice soft, "Xiuxiu... it hurts."
She extended a section of her fair wrist, which had been pinched red and swollen by the woman, to show the man.
Ji Zhixiu's usually calm face showed a trace of tension. He strode over, took her hand, and questioned, "What's going on?"
Jiang Mian's skin was fair and delicate, easily leaving marks with a little force.
His voice was too cold. Shen Tingyu's face showed a trace of guilt and panic at being discovered. She shook her head, "It's... it's not me, I don't know, I didn't do it... Listen to me, Zhixiu, I just wanted to talk to her."
Jiang Mian looked at the scene and narrowed her eyes slightly, exclaiming softly, "Xiuxiu, my hand hurts..."
Ji Zhixiu bent down and scooped her up horizontally, his expression stern, his gaze sharp as he looked at Shen Tingyu, "From now on, where she is, you are not to appear."
After the people had gone far away, Jiang Mian was still pondering the meaning of his words.
Did he mean that from now on, if Shen Tingyu was present, she, Jiang Mian, should take a detour?
The man walked out with a cold face, and Jiang Mian couldn't quite figure out what he meant for a moment.
Her small hands wrapped around his neck, and Jiang Mian reminded him, "I haven't got my clothes yet."
"It's just a piece of clothing."
"How can I go out like this? Do you want me to freeze to death?"
Indeed, had he lost his mind upon seeing his old flame? Jiang Mian subtly frowned.
Without a down jacket, she was only wearing a loose sweater. It was freezing in Kyoto, so naturally, she couldn't go out.
He paused his steps and placed her down to sit on the lobby sofa.
"Wait, I'll get it for you."
Jiang Mian nodded obediently.
Her phone was in her bag, and her bag was still in the private room.
Jiang Mian picked up the promotional brochure on the table out of boredom.
The promotional brochure for Yan Wang Fu was exquisitely made, with tempting dishes.
As she was engrossed in looking, a surprised voice sounded by her ear, "Miss Jiang, is that you?"
Jiang Mian looked up at the sound.
"President Luo."
The person who came was the young master of the Luo family, the CEO of Luo's Entertainment.
Jiang Mian had previously acted in a low-budget web drama for their company, which had become popular online for a while.
Later, because she was too detached, there were no further developments.
Luo Fei, in the manner of a perfect gentleman, smiled faintly, "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here."
Jiang Mian curved her lips. She neither stood up to greet him nor invited him to sit down.
"It is indeed a coincidence."
The conversation seemed to have hit a dead end, but Luo Fei didn't feel awkward.
He hadn't expected to see Jiang Mian here, and his secret desires suddenly began to stir.
"I didn't expect Miss Jiang to retire after filming that drama. Your fans have missed you dearly all these years. If possible, I hope Miss Jiang will consider Luo's. Luo's will be your best partner."
Jiang Mian had a management company. Although it wasn't famous, it treated her quite well.
Even if she didn't, she wouldn't consider Luo's.
They say you don't hit a smiling person. She slowly nodded, "Okay."
When Ji Zhixiu returned after getting his things, he saw Jiang Mian talking to a man.
His brow furrowed, and displeasure flashed through his heart.
Jiang Mian, with her sharp eyes, saw him and got up, pouncing towards him, "Xiuxiu, why are you so late? I've been waiting for so long."
The young girl's voice was sweet and soft, and Ji Zhixiu's displeasure instantly dissipated.
He put on the down jacket for Jiang Mian as if pampering a daughter, and then took off his scarf and put it around her neck.
The dark gray scarf, worn around her neck, made her small face appear even more delicate.
Ji Zhixiu's voice carried a chill, "Who is that?"
The scarf still held a residual warmth, and Jiang Mian squinted comfortably. Knowing he had seen, she replied, "Someone unimportant."
This answer greatly pleased the man.
Ji Zhixiu didn't press further, putting his arm around her and walking out.
Luo Fei stared at their receding backs. His assistant urged him, "President, President Wang and the others have already arrived."
Luo Fei, unhurried, asked him, "Was that girl just now pretty?"
Based on his years of experience in the industry, the assistant nodded, "Very beautiful," and then added, "It's a pity she seems to have a boyfriend."
Because of the obstruction of passing guests, Luo Fei hadn't seen the man's face clearly. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, "So what if she has a boyfriend? Is he better than me?"
The assistant smiled and flattered, "Who can compare to you, President? You took over Luo's at the age of twenty and, in two years, made it a leading entertainment company in the country."
If anyone could be stronger than President Luo, it would only be President Ji of the Ji Corporation.
A business prodigy who, through his own efforts, resurrected the Ji Corporation and took it to new heights. He is now the undisputed head of the Kyoto elite, and no one fears his decisive methods.
Of course, he wouldn't dare say this out loud.
Luo Fei turned and walked inside, "Let's go in."
...
In the car.
Jiang Mian rested her head on the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Xiuxiu."
This man hadn't spoken a word since getting into the car.
Was he still in a bad mood after seeing his old flame?
Before Ji Zhixiu could speak, his phone rang.
He answered the call. After hearing what was said on the other end, he immediately said, "Coming right over."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mian asked, looking at his unhappy expression.
Ji Zhixiu's eyes were heavy, "Zhilan has been admitted to the hospital, I need to go see her."
Ji Zhilan was his sister.
Jiang Mian knew this, but the two had never met.
She nodded, "Then you go. I'll take a taxi back myself."
"I'll take you home," he said unyieldingly.
After dropping Jiang Mian off at Shengshi Huating, Ji Zhixiu told the driver to turn around and head to the city hospital.
36th floor VIP ward, inpatient building.
Ji Zhilan lay on the bed, her delicate face pale.
Her appearance bore a four to five point resemblance to Ji Zhixiu, but their temperaments were vastly different.
She hadn't dared to tell anyone about this, only to her brother.
Seeing Ji Zhixiu enter, the young girl began to cry.
Ji Zhixiu's sharp eyes, as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, swept over the bruises on her face, his voice like cold water, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
His expression was too terrifying, and the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees.
Even in front of her brother, Ji Zhilan didn't dare to act spoiled.
She held back her tears and sobbed, "Jiang Cheng hit me."
Ha, he had met his sister's boyfriend once.
He was so scared his legs were trembling in front of him, and he could barely speak. But since his sister liked him, Ji Zhixiu had let it go.
He hadn't expected it to escalate to domestic violence.
He let out a cold scoff, "Ji Zhilan, is your brain grafted on? Don't worry, I'll make him taste the same pain you're feeling."
"No, Brother, don't!" Ji Zhilan sat up in bed, terrified.
She knew her brother too well. If he wanted to, he had a thousand ways to make Jiang Cheng wish he were dead.
But after five years together, Ji Zhilan couldn't bear it.
Ji Zhixiu narrowed his long, thin eyes, "Why?"
"Brother, please let him go. I promise I won't interact with him again, and I'll never hurt myself again," she pleaded.
Ji Zhixiu exhaled a breath, "As you wish. I'll leave Xiang Long to take care of you."
Xiang Long was his bodyguard.
Ji Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief. Since her brother said that, he wouldn't pursue it.
"Thank you, Brother."
As they were talking, her phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Ji Zhilan hesitated to answer.
Ji Zhixiu glanced at her, "Who is it?"
"It's Jiang Cheng," she said with difficulty.
"Answer it, put it on speaker," he commanded.
Ji Zhilan slowly picked up the phone, and a man's voice immediately came from the other end.
"Alan, where are you? I was wrong, can you forgive me! I promise this is the last time! I love you so much! Alan, please! Forgive me!"
Ji Zhixiu heard it all clearly.
He glanced at Ji Zhilan.
Ji Zhilan took a deep breath. No matter how much feeling she had, she didn't dare to turn back.
In front of her brother, she coldly replied, "Jiang Cheng, let's break up!"
After that, she blocked the man's number.
Ji Zhixiu stood up, "You rest well. If you need anything, find Xiang Long."
He walked to the door and instructed Xiang Long, "Take good care of the young lady."
"Yes, President Ji."
Shen Tingyu walked out of Yan Wang Fu and suddenly remembered that she had a medical report at the City Central Hospital that she hadn't collected.
She hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital.
After going upstairs, she realized she had gone to the wrong place and entered the inpatient building.
The nurse at the station politely asked her who she was looking for.
Shen Tingyu smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I'm in the wrong building."
"Where do you need to go?"
"I need to go to the physical examination center."
"The physical examination center is in the building behind," the nurse helpfully pointed the way.
Shen Tingyu turned back to the elevator. After getting out of the elevator, she walked outside and saw that distinguished and extraordinary man at a glance.
She hadn't expected to see this man here, and Shen Tingyu's heart beat faster.
Seeing the man about to walk away, she quickly called out, "Zhixiu!"