Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband

Chapter 128: 102 pairs of smiling eyes on the camera lens

Ji Sang looked at the slightly decorated office; Song Xiu, who was supposed to be on vacation, was holding a cake, and even Lu Ming was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Happy birthday! Sister Ji”

Wang Ting, who followed behind, also hastened to add a line.

“Happy birthday!”

Ji Sang pursed her lips as she looked at them.

“How did you guys…”

Song Xiu put the cake down.

“Sister Ji, don’t forget that Xiao Ting and I are both your fans.”

Wang Ting nodded hurriedly.

“You have a photo shoot at noon, so we took advantage of this little time in the morning to celebrate for you.”

Even Lu Ming, who was usually serious, had a smile on his face.

“After all, it’s your first birthday at the TV station.”

They would usually have a symbolic celebration during the lunch break on such days.

But Ji Sang was different after all.

After this…

It might be very difficult to celebrate her birthday at the TV station again.

Ji Sang looked at the smiles on the three people’s faces and the loyal blessings in their eyes, and she slightly curved the corners of her mouth.

“Thank you, guys.”

In the one month at the TV station, getting to know these three people was truly unexpected.

Song Xiu had a pair of beautiful peachy eyes slightly curved.

“Sister Ji, shall we blow out the candles? I made this cake myself, it doesn’t look very good, but don’t dislike it.”

Hearing this, Ji Sang’s gaze fell upon the small cake.

“So you took a leave yesterday to make this? Not to visit your teacher back at school?”

Lu Ming, who was beside her, suddenly spoke out.

Song Xiu: …..

“Hehe, Vice Director, let’s not mind these small details at this moment.”

Lu Ming gave him a glance.

“Alright, I’m not blaming you.”

It was the first time for Ji Sang to blow out birthday candles so early in the day, in the small office, the four of them shared the small cake as a morning tea.

Lu Ming tasted a mouthful and then put down the fork.

And Ji Sang, who had just had breakfast, didn’t have much appetite either, she followed his gaze and walked with him into the small reception room outside.

“I’ve seen the surveillance footage.”

Ji Sang’s expression turned cold.

“Who was it?”

“It’s not certain, during the time the elevator stopped, the hall surveillance discovered that Zheng Xia had just finished her shift.”

After he spoke, Lu Ming’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked at Ji Sang’s calm face.

“Not surprised?”

Ji Sang let out a light laugh.

“She’s been uncomfortable with me for more than just a day or two.”

“I’ll talk to her later. Should we call the police?”

What Zheng Xia did could be considered intentional harm.

Ji Sang pondered for a moment.

“Let’s not call them just yet. Can I stay in the office later?”

“Of course.”

When Zheng Xia was called over once again, she seemed to have a premonition; she collected her composure, took the document she had written as soon as she started work, and headed towards Lu Ming’s office.

The moment she saw Ji Sang, a flicker of panic crossed Zheng Xia’s eyes.

She composed her breathing and spoke out before anyone else.

“Vice Director, I have something to say, too.”

Lu Ming opened his eyes and looked at her, silent.

Zheng Xia guiltily avoided his somewhat sharp gaze and handed over the resignation letter she had prepared earlier.

“Vice Director Lu, I thought it over carefully yesterday, and I’ve decided to return to my hometown to develop my career.”

Lu Ming glanced at the resignation letter but didn’t take it.

“Before we talk about this matter, let’s discuss last night’s incident first.”

“Last night?”

Zheng Xia pursed her lips.

“What happened last night?”

Lu Ming said no more, directly inserting the USB drive into the computer, and played the footage for her.

“At this time last night, someone pulled down the elevator’s electric brake, trapping Ji Sang inside, and you happened to appear in the lobby.”

“And then what?”

Zheng Xia raised her eyes to look at Lu Ming, and suddenly let out a small laugh.

“Vice Director, just because you value Ji Sang and I happened to leave work during that time frame, you can’t suspect me, right?”

“Mmm, you were the only one who left the building during that time.”

“Evidence? Vice Director, without evidence, this is slander.”

Her gaze flickered over to Ji Sang, who had been listening quietly on the sofa.

Suddenly, Zheng Xia turned around.

“Was it you? Ji Sang, you’re really good at telling on people, huh?”

It was she who told Lu Ming about the meeting with Cheng Jianwen.

Hearing this, Ji Sang burst into laughter.

“Can’t you see the video for yourself? If we’re talking about this, what’s wrong with me suspecting you?”

“Just one surveillance camera, what does that prove?”

“One camera doesn’t prove much,”

Lu Ming suddenly interjected,

“But it’s different once the police get involved.”

“Police?”

Zheng Xia’s voice suddenly pitched higher.

Lu Ming gave her a deep look.

“This action is already intentional harm, Zheng Xia, do you really want to escalate things to this point?”

To be honest, as a person in charge at the television station, Lu Ming did not wish to make a big fuss about this matter—it wouldn’t be the slightest bit beneficial for the station and would only bring negative impacts.

This time, it was Ji Sang who let Zheng Xia off the hook.

Hearing the mention of police, Zheng Xia was thrown off balance.

“Vice Director.”

The panic in her eyes was quite apparent.

Lu Ming’s expression darkened.

“Zheng Xia, you should talk to Ji Sang about this, life is the most sacred thing.”

Even if she had strong dissatisfaction and dislike towards Ji Sang, she shouldn’t have done such a thing.

Zheng Xia looked towards Ji Sang with palpable fear in her eyes, meeting her indifferent gaze.

What she hated the most before was exactly this demeanor of Ji Sang’s—those eyes so cold and clear, as if nothing mattered to her.

This exchange of looks somehow made one feel a bit unsettled.

Zheng Xia opened her mouth, but found she didn’t know what to say.

Finally, it was Ji Sang who broke the silence.

“I can let it go.”

Zheng Xia’s eyes widened, incredulously staring at Ji Sang, pursing her lips, waiting for her to continue.

“Not because of you. Calling the police would affect the station badly. Moreover, I have a condition.”

“What condition?”

“The entire content of your conversation with Cheng Jianwen.”

…

With no other choice, Zheng Xia recounted the entirety of yesterday’s conversation with Cheng Jianwen, even narrating the process of Cheng Jianwen’s persistent phone calls to her.

In the end, as she left the office, she left a message,

“Cheng Jianwen said to tell you that he will settle your accounts slowly.”

And with that, Zheng Xia left.

Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, she carried her box and resigned, her spine no longer carrying its usual pride.

Having listened to it all, Lu Ming with a stern face asked,

“Do you have a grudge with Cheng Jianwen?”

But after asking, he suddenly realized.

Her relationship with Fu Yisi, indeed, there were some grievances to be counted.

Ji Sang didn’t elaborate.

“I need to get ready.”

The noon shooting, she had a feeling, wasn’t going to be so simple.

One Xiao Su and one… Chairman Yi, whom she had never met before.

Lu Ming watched her departing figure, lost in thought.

At twelve-thirty, Chairman Yi arrived on time as arranged; besides the driver, only Xiao Su was with him.

He was received by Lu Ming.

Ji Sang had been waiting with Wang Ting and Song Xiu in the studio.

Yet no sooner had they arrived than Chairman Yi cut the small talk short, looking straight at Ji Sang. His brows and eyes relaxed slightly, the corners of his mouth curving up as he walked towards her,

“I presume this young lady must be Photographer Ji.”

Instead of the severity she had imagined, his voice carried a bit of genteel grace.

Ji Sang turned around, her eyes met his smiling ones behind the lenses.