Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband

Chapter 73: 49: Cool and Handsome



Chapter 73: Chapter 49: Cool and Handsome

The encroaching crowd sparked a flash of displeasure in Ji Sang’s eyes, and her brows furrowed fiercely. She turned around, looking at the triumphant smile on Zheng Xia’s face

and slowly hooked the corners of her mouth into a cold sneer.

“I know you’re talking to me; I even nodded and greeted you. What more do you want?”

Ji Sang was several centimeters taller than Zheng Xia. As she spoke, she slightly lowered her eyelids, her eyes devoid of ripples—her indifference seemed to imply that Zheng Xia wasn’t even worth her attention.

Zheng Xia hadn’t expected the usually silent Ji Sang to be not so easily pushed around.

“Ha, is this how you treat your colleagues? You think you’re so great just because you’re a special appointee?”

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After that, Zheng Xia rolled her eyes.

“Who knows how you got that special appointment anyway?”

Zheng Xia was quite attractive and paid attention to her appearance. She loved to show off on set, so most people at the station were aware of her.

Her words brought the onlookers some peace of mind; they stopped and quietly watched the drama unfold, eating their melons.

Hearing this, Ji Sang suddenly let out a laugh—a laugh that was light, faint, cold, indolent, and casual.

“Oh, and what’s your approach? Bullying in this hall? Or perhaps… you’re asserting seniority at the station, wanting to satisfy your gossipy cravings?”

After saying this, Ji Sang didn’t even bother with the facade of a smile.

Not socializing was one thing, but she wasn’t dumb enough to stay silent when targeted.

It was clear that this ‘colleague’ had a problem with her.

And she didn’t have the spare time to deal with it.

Ji Sang lifted her eyelids, casting a faint glance at the onlookers, then turned and walked into the elevator without looking back.

Leaving behind a group of bewildered spectators.

That’s it? It’s over?

Everyone turned to look at Zheng Xia, who stood there, stunned.

Until Lu Ming came in and saw the people lingering in the hall, his dissatisfaction evident in his furrowed brow.

“What is everyone doing here?”

Only then did the crowd disperse.

But the whispers still floated in the air,

“Ji Sang was so cool just now.”

“She rarely speaks; I thought she was shy. Didn’t expect her to be so assertive.”

“I bet Zheng Xia didn’t see that coming either, Ji Sang just doesn’t care about worldly matters.”

“Don’t let the simplicity of her clothes fool you. I secretly checked; they’re all high-end brands. Plus, look at her aura, she’s definitely not from an ordinary family.”

“Ha, Zheng Xia kicked against the pricks but couldn’t even make a dent? She really thought she was the center of the world just because she put in a bit of effort?”

“I guess she’s just jealous.”

“Right, wasn’t she always fond of Brother Quan before…”

…Zheng Xia felt a sudden wave of coldness, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The people who had been polite to her on a daily basis turned out to be duplicitous.

Furthermore, Ji Sang hadn’t done much, yet everyone readily switched sides, not bothering to find out the truth before aligning with her.

Zheng Xia clenched her teeth, a flash of hatred in her eyes.

Ji Sang didn’t dwell on the morning’s incident, but her indifference didn’t mean others shared the sentiment. The station’s staff became more and more interested in this aloof and dashing special appointee photographer.

Yet, she preferred not to interact with others.

So, everyone’s attention shifted to Ji Sang’s assistant Song Xiu, and Wang Ting, who seemed to have a good rapport with her.

At noon, Song Xiu still helped Ji Sang get her meal. The ladies who usually came to chat him up—to tease him a bit—today, without prior arrangement, all started asking about Ji Sang.

Nowadays, the ladies are not only into admiring handsome men but have also extended their clutches to the captivating and talented ladies who are both A-grade and dashing.

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“Xiao Song, what kind of dishes does Photographer Ji like?”

“What else does she like besides photography?”

“When does she usually go to the tea room?”

Song Xiu: ….

“Wait wait wait, why are you guys suddenly asking about Sister Ji’s affairs?”

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He arrived late today and didn’t have time to catch up on the events of the morning.

The others then eagerly recounted the morning’s happenings to Song Xiu, and after listening, his eyes lit up and a smile crept across his face.

“That’s right, Sister Ji is so cool.”

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He had once seen a photo on a forum, just a blurry profile of her holding a DSLR, standing on a loess slope with the sand and wind threading through her hair.

The moment he saw it, he was instantly captivated by the person in the picture.

She was there to capture the scenery, yet she herself became part of someone else’s landscape.

At that time, he didn’t know that the woman in the photo was Ji Sang. It was only after he really fell in love with Ji Sang’s work and started to learn about the author that he made this discovery.

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Song Xiu agreed casually to a few more questions, then took his meal and went upstairs, leaving the canteen. Unexpectedly, he saw a figure.

Yi Feng was sitting in the small meeting room, the domineering little CEO sitting across from Ji Sang, yet there was something puppy-like about him.

Yi Feng carefully sipped his coffee, keeping a close eye on Ji Sang’s reactions.

“Sister Ah Shang?”

Yi Feng called out softly, perhaps because Ji Sang’s expression hadn’t looked too good, so his voice carried an extra nuance of timidity.

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Ji Sang looked emotionlessly at the documents in her hand, which contained the time she was adopted by Photographer Ji and the evidence, as well as the name of the orphanage she had forgotten.

Tianxin Orphanage.

Perhaps because it was from so long ago, there was very little information about the orphanage, just a rough location and name.

Ji Sang put down the papers in her hand and looked up at Yi Feng.

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He said that when he was a child he had been lost by his family and had spent some time in an orphanage, specifically in Tianxin, and later met a sister there.

And that sister was her.

“Yi Feng?”

Ji Sang asked tentatively.

Yi Feng immediately sat up straight.

“Yeah, Sister Ah Shang, do you remember now?”

Ji Sang shook her head.

“I don’t remember.”

The orphanage seemed to be locked away in a box, nebulous and unclear, only occasionally causing her a nameless discomfort.

But she remembered everything else.

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Yi Feng’s eyes dimmed, and Ji Sang pursed her lips.

“Could it be that you’ve made a mistake?”

If it was really as he said, and the two had almost depended on each other for survival in the orphanage, how come her parents had never mentioned it to her?

“It’s not possible.”

Yi Feng shook his head, his gaze burning into Ji Sang.

“Sister, I wouldn’t mistake you.”

From seeing her name, her photos, and her profession, a sense of familiarity had arisen in his heart. He had spent so much time and this was the first time he felt this way.

As if fate had led him here to the TV station to meet her in person, and to urgently investigate her background.

How could he be wrong?

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Yi Feng’s look was too intense, causing Ji Sang some discomfort, and she raised her hand to rub her temples.

“Mr. Yi, I’ll say it again: I don’t remember, and I don’t want to think about the orphanage anymore. I hope you won’t investigate my personal information without my permission in the future.”

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