President Ji’s Cat - Chapter 11

“This is the thing you’ve been so persistent about.”

Ji Chufeng unfurled the rolled-up document in her hand. The title “Judicial Identification Opinion” on the cover slammed into Ji Shengjun’s field of vision.

She tossed the document to him.

The moment he saw the words on the cover, Ji Shengjun’s eyes filled with disbelief. He picked up the test report. His hands were trembling violently, but this time, it wasn’t due to physical weakness.

“Did you never stop to think that everything you sacrificed was just making a wedding dress for someone else?”

Ji Chufeng’s voice continued relentlessly.

“How does it feel to raise another man’s son?”

When he reached the final page and saw the results, Ji Shengjun’s face turned white—whiter than his already sickly pallor. The shock in his eyes was unmistakable.

“This… this… this is impossible…”

The line was exactly as Ji Chufeng expected. She let out a dry huff. “Feel free to comfort yourself by thinking this report is a fake.”

Ji Chufeng turned to leave, but her wrist was suddenly caught. That hand gripped her tightly, shaking uncontrollably.

“No… no…” She turned to find Ji Shengjun’s face filled with terror and helplessness. “Chufeng… daughter… my daughter…!”

Seeing the expression on his face, Ji Chufeng actually felt a sense of cathartic relief.

She called in the lawyer who had been waiting at the door, as well as Zhuang Ping to serve as a witness.

Ji Chufeng had assumed that given Ji Shengjun’s “deep affection,” he might be lenient toward Xu Xiayun and Ji Chengye, leaving them at least a few scraps. She hadn’t expected him to leave them absolutely nothing.

This heartless attitude surprised her, yet it also felt perfectly logical.

After all, if a man could be cold enough to mistreat his own father and ex-wife, how could anyone expect him to forgive the person who made him a cuckold?

Once the business was concluded, Ji Chufeng didn’t linger. She led her team out of the ward.

As she reached the elevator, she heard a flurry of chaotic footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw medical staff rushing toward the ward.

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside.

Later, An Yi informed her that after emergency resuscitation, Ji Shengjun had been moved to the ICU.

Xu Xiayun and her son still didn’t know that the will had been changed; they were still living their grand dream of inheritance.

Ji Chufeng could have kicked them out of the Ji Residence immediately, turning them into penniless nobodies.

But she didn’t.

She was looking forward to seeing the expressions on their faces when their delusions were shattered. It was bound to be spectacular.

Since Ji Shengjun entered the ICU and doctors forbade visitors, the mother and son had actually become much quieter, living comfortably in the Ji Residence as if they were on vacation.

Ji Chufeng, however, had no time for vacations. She audited all of the Ji Group’s assets and eventually chose to focus her attention on Xingyao.

Xingyao was currently a mid-sized enterprise, not particularly famous in the entertainment industry. It had produced a few “flash-in-the-pan” idols, but the company behind them remained largely unknown.

President Ji’s first step was to push Fu Sixue out. Making her a cash cow for the company was one part of it; the other part was her personal hope that Fu Sixue could return to her peak.

While watching Fu Sixue’s debut work, Ji Chufeng had made a startling discovery: Fu Sixue was actually an actress she had particularly liked once upon a time.

Back then, Ji Chufeng was only in her teens. Her “fandom” back then consisted of buying notebooks with Fu Sixue’s beautiful face on them or writing the name of Fu Sixue’s characters on her school desk.

In the end, it was just a casual “passerby” style of fandom, which was why it took her so long to realize that Fu Sixue was that actress.

It was worth mentioning that it was also during that time that Ji Chufeng realized she had a stronger preference for beautiful women.

Thinking of this connection, Ji Chufeng’s mood became subtle and complex.

“President Ji.” An Yi’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Shen Tang has arrived.”

Ji Chufeng nodded in acknowledgment, put down her pen, and walked toward the conference room.

As a gold-medal manager, there was no shortage of companies trying to poach Shen Tang, but she had always been loyal to her old employer. Just as her contract was about to expire and everyone assumed she would renew, she accepted the olive branch thrown by Ji Chufeng.

She was here today to discuss the details of the transition.

Rumor had it that many people had tried to poach Shen Tang, but she rarely responded; some were even rejected before a meeting could even take place.

As for why she was willing to come to Xingyao this time?

In President Ji’s view, there was no one who couldn’t be moved—only prices that weren’t high enough.

This was the first time Ji Chufeng met Shen Tang. She looked just like her press photos: long wavy hair, bold red lips. Her striking appearance had made her a frequent topic of conversation, and she boasted millions of followers on Weibo.

She was quite pleasant to look at.

“Manager Shen.” Ji Chufeng shook her hand briefly and let go.

After a few rounds of small talk, Shen Tang steered the conversation to the main point.

She asked about her division of labor at Xingyao. She had assumed Ji Chufeng poached her to take on the challenge of managing idol groups, but President Ji’s reply took her by surprise.

“In the future, you will only be responsible for Fu Sixue. I want you to bring her back to the A-list.”

Shen Tang was stunned. As an industry insider, she had heard more or less of the rumors and gossip. This challenge was no less difficult than turning a girl group into a legendary top-tier act. She wore a meaningful expression. “President Ji, a ‘comeback’ is often harder than ‘going viral’ from scratch.”

At this moment, Ji Chufeng didn’t quite understand the subtext behind Shen Tang’s words. A smile played on her lips. “That’s why I need a gold-medal manager like you to step in.”

Besides, the company had no other artist more deserving of someone of Shen Tang’s caliber than Fu Sixue.

Shen Tang smiled and didn’t question her further. The meeting was very successful; Shen Tang would soon issue a statement regarding her change of management.

Originally, An Yi should have been the one to relay this news, but President Ji took it upon herself.

Her eagerness looked a bit like someone wanting to claim credit.

It had been over a week since she last saw Fu Sixue. Due to President Ji joining the fray and the guidance of her PR team, the negative news online had stabilized into a peaceful state.

Liang Hao’s side hadn’t responded to President Ji’s public “diss,” simply swallowing the humiliation.

When Ji Chufeng entered the lounge, Fu Sixue had just returned from a print shoot. Her assistant, Li Qingman, was helping her remove her makeup. Seeing the boss arrive, she quickly called out, “President Ji.”

The person with her back to the door turned around to look. Ji Chufeng gave Li Qingman a look, and the assistant, being tactful, found an excuse to step out.

Fu Sixue’s eye makeup was only half-removed when Ji Chufeng approached. Despite their previous “encounter,” Fu Sixue was very clear about her status. She calmly stood up to see what the President wanted, but she was stopped.

“It’s fine, stay seated.”

Ji Chufeng surveyed the lounge. Artists in the company were ranked, and their treatment varied accordingly. Trainees who hadn’t debuted yet shared crowded rooms; famous ones had independent lounges with sofas, beds, and desks like a small suite.

As for a “has-been” actress like Fu Sixue, her lounge was independent, but it wasn’t large—only about a dozen square meters. Once the vanity and a sofa were put in, there wasn’t much room left.

With just a few steps, Ji Chufeng reached Fu Sixue’s side. She looked at the woman sitting on the stool, feeling it was a bit funny how she looked with half-removed eye makeup, hesitating to continue because of her presence.

Ji Chufeng reached out, picked up two cotton pads, and moistened them with makeup remover, intending to help. But as her hand moved closer, Fu Sixue quickly dodged.

The look of guarded wariness on her face made Ji Chufeng feel a bit dejected. She had never been so thoroughly disliked before. She explained, “I’m helping you remove your makeup.”

“I won’t trouble President Ji,” Fu Sixue replied quickly. “I can do it myself.”

Her polite yet distant manner made Ji Chufeng feel somewhat awkward.

“…”

During the standoff, Ji Chufeng saw that the other woman had no intention of yielding even an inch. She let out a sigh.

She said: “Did I hurt you that night?”