So while Ji Mingshu was carefully considering her WeChat post, https:https://www.hetushu.com.com once again soared to the top of the trending searches.
The crowd who had missed out on the hot gossip last night due to the keyword blockages now eagerly devoured new insights while catching up on what they’d missed, all agreeing that the feeling of learning was truly delightful.
Some entertainment gossip public accounts demonstrated exceptional summarizing skills, presenting the entire incident’s cause and effect with vivid text and images, titling it—Click to See the Domineering CEO Spoiling His Wife Online!
This public account post later became hailed as the classic gossip piece of the year, compiling many overlooked details.
For instance, the moment Ji Mingshu spoke out, Feng Yan, Li Che, Pei Xiyan, and Tushu all liked and reposted her Weibo post; when the incident first broke, a niche wealthy beauty blogger had predicted that the production team and Yan Yuexing were doomed.
Meanwhile, discussions across major forums unfolded in all sorts of ways. Some dug up Ji Mingshu’s two collaborations with Chris Chou on runway stages; others seriously watched the two episodes of Designer and commented that Ji Mingshu’s designs were quite commendable; but most were busy screenshotting to admire Ji Mingshu’s stunning beauty or turning her into meme GIFs.
The most viral meme GIFs were the one of Ji Mingshu pointing at the carpet questioning Yan Yuexing, and the one of Ji Mingshu impatiently turning her head and walking away from Yan Yuexing.
The text was replaced with phrases like “Shut up when the sun rises,” “You wasteful woman,” “I have nothing to say to you, idiot,” and “Get out of this CEO’s wife’s sight in one second,” among others.
By the afternoon, all related episodes were taken down across the internet, and the production team and Yan Yuexing’s studio issued apology statements one after another.
Interestingly, it seemed the two sides hadn’t reached an agreement. Yan Yuexing’s studio made no mention of “malicious editing” and only apologized for the fans’ cyberbullying of Ji Mingshu, appearing particularly white lotus, as if they were completely unaware and everything was solely the production team’s doing.
Perhaps out of resentment, the production team uploaded three videos on Star City TV, totaling nearly two hours in length. Upon clicking, viewers were greeted with unedited raw footage—no filters, no skin smoothing, and even the on-site audio recording was visible.
[Oh my, I thought the comparison in the aired episodes was brutal enough, but the unedited comparison is like the young lady and her ugly maid.]
[Is Silencer’s face, skin, and figure even real? Also, Yan Zai is so handsome, why is he so tall at sixteen?!]
[Key points! From 3:18 to 4:01 in video one, everything JMS said was deleted www.hetushu.com.com, yet YYX’s own antics were edited to make JMS look like she was throwing a tantrum. Respect!]
[Watching the unedited version, I noticed that Ji Jihong, Feng Yan, and Pei Xiyan all seemed to ignore Yan Yuexing. The three of them were discussing things among themselves.]
[Pei Xiyan follows JMS and FY on Weibo but not YYX. I’ve said this too many times, but no one pays attention to me TVT.]
Forum experts quickly sped through the videos and compiled a highlight cut from the lengthy, dull raw footage.
No one expected this cut to directly set the entire internet ablaze!"If you don't understand, then talk less and do more. Have you even graduated from college? Are the songs you sing your own original work? Do you have the most basic respect for original design in your mind? A brand that was collectively boycotted by the fashion industry and couldn't enter the Chinese market remains stubbornly unchanged, now collaborating with a furniture dealer to sell a piece of ugly carpet for 6,500 yuan—and the key point is, there are still half-baked people like you genuinely praising it?"
This carpet debate, where Ji Mingshu had logically and thoroughly roasted Yan Yuexing but wasn't edited into the main episode, was frantically reposted within an afternoon. Ji Mingshu's fans were increasing by hundreds every second, and the top comment on her lengthy Weibo post suddenly shifted in tone to:
"Ahhhh!!! The CEO's wife is unleashing her full aura, I'm dead!!!"
"The CEO's wife spoke my mind! That ugly carpet costs 6,500 yuan, and there are still so many influencers promoting it!!!"
"I unilaterally declare that I'm in love! Will you debut, Madam?! I'm willing to spend all my pocket money to send our Madam to debut in the center position!"
"After watching this raw footage, I think the production team is out of their minds—maliciously editing Ms. Ji to promote Ms. Yan?! It's obvious that promoting Ms. Ji would make the show popular!"
Ji Mingshu: "..."
She was particularly curious about who was managing the Junyi official Weibo account, referring to her as "Ms. Ji" over and over, to the point where everyone was now calling her Ms. Ji.
Please, she was just a forever-eighteen-year-old fairy, okay? "Ms. Ji" sounded way too much like a stern National People's Congress committee member or a terrifying dean of students who made all students tremble.
She complained about this in her group chat with her girlfriends.
Gu Kaiyang: "???"
Gu Kaiyang: "Girl, your focus is really off."
Jiang Chun: "Yan Yuexing is also being called Ms. Yan. She's much younger than you, so you're not at a disadvantage."
Ji Mingshu: "Please, goose, shut up. Thank you."
Jiang Chun: "Now that you're famous, you're turning your back on us. I see through you, Ji's Shushu!"
Jiang Chun then launched a wave of meme attacks at her, this time using memes of Ji Mingshu herself, both static and animated.
Ji Mingshu couldn't quite handle it and simply turned off her phone, collapsing onto the bed.
—At this point, the whole farce had finally settled. She had gotten the justice she wanted and, inexplicably, had also been gifted an explosive level of attention.
She had to admit that the power of online public opinion nowadays was truly formidable, and it could change in an instant. No one knew what would happen next, just as Ji Mingshu had never imagined that once the raw footage was released, she would inexplicably enter a fan-attracting mode.
To say something that might sound a bit smug, being forced into the public eye felt a little strange. She didn't know how to handle it at the moment, so she simply chose not to bother.
She rolled over, planning to catch up on some more sleep.
But less than three minutes later, she suddenly picked up her phone again to attack Cen Sen.
Ji Mingshu: "You dead pig trotter."
Ji Mingshu: "I'm famous."
Ji Mingshu: "Let's break up."
Ji Mingshu: "Of course, if you can bring back some gifts from Paris, I might consider living with you a little longer."
After waiting five minutes with no response from Cen Sen—it should be morning in Paris, so he couldn't still be asleep. He must be busy with work.
Thinking this, Ji Mingshu didn't wait any longer. She closed her phone and peacefully drifted off to sleep.When Ji Mingshu woke up, the sky had already darkened. Her eyes were unfocused as she yawned, wondering what to eat for dinner.
She was alone at home, so she hadn’t closed the bedroom door while sleeping. Now, her sharp ears caught faint rustling sounds from downstairs, and what seemed like footsteps.
Her first thought was of the housekeeper they employed.
But that couldn’t be right. Although their housekeeper also lived in the house, the servants’ quarters and the driver’s room were separate from the main living area. They had to enter directly from the back of the villa, and when the family was home, the housekeeper would never come in without a call.
Ji Mingshu suddenly thought of something and quickly shook off her drowsiness, hurriedly getting out of bed and heading out. A certain suspicion was already bubbling up inside her.
She suppressed it, not daring to let her secret expectations grow too strong. But as she stood by the stair railing and saw Cen Sen downstairs, taking off his shoes and loosening his tie—real and tangible—it felt as if she had been struck by an overwhelming wave of happiness.
Cen Sen had just arrived home. Hearing the noise, he glanced up slightly.
The exhaustion from working nonstop for forty-eight hours seemed to vanish the moment his eyes met Ji Mingshu’s.
The winter sunset streamed in low through the four-paneled windows on the south side, casting beams of light onto him. After changing his shoes, he leaned against the door, right at the boundary between light and shadow, still enveloped in an aura of weariness.
But as he looked up at Ji Mingshu, his lips curved into a faint smile, and he opened his arms slightly, as if inviting an embrace.
The light outside seemed to brighten for a moment. Without a second thought, Ji Mingshu ran downstairs barefoot.
For some reason, as she ran down, her mind uncontrollably recalled many scenes from her middle school days.
The red rubber track. The brick-colored school building. The blue-black school uniforms.
The sky back then seemed brighter than it was now, and the grass was a tender green. Perhaps because they were young, memories always came with a vivid glow.
And Cen Sen back then was clear and distant, always keeping far away from her. Occasionally, they would cross paths, and she would brush past him with indifference.
But after every indifferent encounter, she would unconsciously turn back to glance at the boy’s elegant and upright figure.
Years later, she could finally, as she wished and openly, throw herself into that boy’s arms.
In fact, the image of Ji Mingshu rushing toward him from upstairs was something Cen Sen would often recall later.
The smoky pink nightgown, the waterfall of black hair, and the stars shimmering in her eyes.
At that moment, he felt he could finally be certain that his feelings for Ji Mingshu were more than just liking.
She carried the faint, sweet fragrance of camellia body lotion. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of her neck, letting himself drown in her scent, unwilling to pull away.
The embrace after their brief separation in the winter dusk lasted about a minute. Even after they finished hugging, Ji Mingshu refused to let go, pressing her face against his chest and mumbling, “How come you’re back already? Did the negotiations go well?”
Cen Sen gave a low “mm” in response.
Ji Mingshu hugged him even tighter. She had meant to ask if he was tired or needed to rest, but the words that came out, unthinkingly, were, “Why aren’t you spinning me around? In TV shows, they always spin around when they hug.”Before Cen Sen could speak, she muttered quietly again, "Forget it, you're an old man almost thirty, not much strength, probably can't lift me... Ah!!!"
Before Ji Mingshu could finish her sentence, she was suddenly lifted into the air without warning. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Cen Sen's neck as the room spun around her.
"Alright... alright, alright, put me down now!"
She made a big fuss, but her physical fitness was quite poor. After just a few spins, she was already dizzy. When she finally landed, she stepped on Cen Sen's foot and kept leaning backward. Luckily, Cen Sen held her steady, preventing her from falling.
As Ji Mingshu was recovering from her dizziness, Cen Sen suddenly asked while she was off guard, "I only saw your message after getting off the plane. I didn’t bring you a gift. What should we do?"
Ji Mingshu was still seeing stars, and the words "It's fine" were already on the tip of her tongue. But just before she could say them, she suddenly snapped back to her senses.
"What else can we do? Break up, of course," she challenged in a very low voice, poking Cen Sen's chest with a finger.
Cen Sen's eyes darkened, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "But I also came back from Paris. How about accepting me as your gift?"
Ji Mingshu: "..."
Does such a smooth-talking dog of a man really exist?!!!
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