Amnesia Trap (GL) - Chapter 17
She wanted to protest, mainly because she absolutely did not want Ji Qingfan to be her “teacher.”
However, reality was that one lie required countless others to cover it up. For example, Ms. Sheng Xiyi had just said, “If you spend more time together, maybe you can recall some of the things that happened between you two.” In everyone’s eyes, she was still a person who had lost her memories of Ji Qingfan due to the car accident. Therefore, the current Sheng Zhi actually had no reason to be so strongly against Ji Qingfan.
After all, her current persona was only that of someone who had forgotten her. She could be unhappy with Ji Qingfan because of the controlling behavior and this relationship that had inexplicably appeared, but it should not escalate to the point of outright hatred.
So, Sheng Zhi subtly inhaled. She adopted a thoughtful expression and then vigorously squeezed Ji Qingfan’s hand back.
—On the surface, it was a return grip, but the amount of force she used was excessive and completely intentional.
“I think you’re right,” Sheng Zhi said, squeezing harder. She tilted her head, her expression very obedient: “Teacher Ji, did you hear my mother? You must teach me well.”
Being squeezed like that must have hurt, but Ji Qingfan’s smile didn’t waver. Instead, she readily agreed with a curve in her eyes.
Seeing them so “harmonious,” Ms. Sheng Xiyi was relieved. She had rushed back to the country and still had many unfinished matters to deal with. Now that Sheng Zhi had recovered and things were settled, and with Ji Qingfan there, she gave a few more instructions and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, she didn’t forget to admonish Sheng Zhi: “Nan Nan, follow her and learn properly. Don’t throw any tantrums.”
Sheng Zhi agreed obediently and sensibly, but the moment Ms. Sheng Xiyi left, that expression vanished instantly.
She flung Ji Qingfan’s hand away, sat down casually in the Chairman’s office chair, and propped her long legs onto the desk. Her tone was as arrogant as possible: “Let me tell you right now, there’s no way I’m going to work properly, and don’t think about ordering me around.”
However, Ji Qingfan, who had been agreeable since Sheng Zhi’s “amnesia,” shook her head instead.
Her right hand was clearly red from the grip, with marks left on her wrist.
“That’s not allowed, Zhi Zhi. If you don’t do your work properly, I’ll tell on you.”
She spoke gently, but her words were the most infuriating to Sheng Zhi.
Sheng Zhi pulled her legs down and stood up abruptly, challenging her firmly: “Ji Qingfan, I see this is all you’ve got.”
“Vile,” Sheng Zhi glared fiercely at her.
Ji Qingfan sighed softly. She leaned in, raised a finger, and tucked the strand of Sheng Zhi’s hair that had fallen onto her cheek behind her ear, non-committal: “As long as it works.”
“Also, while we’re at the company, especially in front of others, don’t call me by my first name.”
Sheng Zhi felt like a balloon that had been over-inflated and was about to burst.
She rebelliously shook her head, letting the strand of hair Ji Qingfan had tucked back fall down again, and chuckled dismissively: “Then what should I call you?”
“You can call me President Ji, like everyone else. Just don’t call me anything too intimate, alright?”
Sheng Zhi listened to her questioning tone and realized something.
She understood. Ji Qingfan didn’t want to be too intimate with her in public, especially at the company.
If she hadn’t misheard, she even detected a hint of pleading in her voice.
Sheng Zhi’s eyes flickered.
Having a weakness made things so much easier—
“Is that all? Did you seriously think I would call you some intimate nickname? I advise you not to overthink things.”
She folded her arms and answered nonchalantly, though in reality, she was already brainstorming the most saccharine nicknames.
Hmph, just wait. Not only would she use one, but she would also use it in front of other company staff. A normal setting wouldn’t do. When she did call her that, she would choose a large gathering with many people present.
Wife, Darling, Sweetheart, Honey, Baby, Babe…
Didn’t Ji Qingfan ask her not to be too intimate? The more people there were, the more intimately she would call her.
It would absolutely infuriate Ji Qingfan.
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