President Ji’s Cat - Chapter 12

Ji Chufeng thought she must have done something wrong to be so thoroughly detested. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Fu Sixue’s expression shift.

She turned and leaned against the vanity, completely blocking Fu Sixue’s line of sight and looking down at her, maintaining a posture that demanded an answer.

“…” Fu Sixue’s brows knitted for an instant. She turned her face away and remained silent, though her composed facade was beginning to crumble.

Ji Chufeng disliked her evasive attitude. She reached out and cupped the woman’s chin, using a bit of force to compel her to meet her gaze. She pursed her lips and let out a questioning hum: “Hmm?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Fu Sixue dodged the hand. She disliked this manner of conversation that felt as though the other person was superior—even if, technically, the other person was her superior.

Fu Sixue didn’t want to mention the events of that night at all. On the contrary, she hoped they would rot in her heart and never be recalled.

She had been a rule-follower for so many years; that indulgence had only been fueled by the alcohol. Now that she was sober, she regretted falling for it. She also lamented that the person involved was Ji Chufeng—the boss she would have numerous interactions with in the future.

Given this awkward and subtle relationship, and the fact that the other party didn’t seem to want to forget it as much as she did, Ji Chufeng bringing it up now was undoubtedly like stabbing her in the heart. Her mood darkened instantly.

Based on her professional conduct and status, she shouldn’t be giving her boss a cold face. But at the mention of that night, she couldn’t control her emotions; her usual calm and collected self was nowhere to be found.

Ji Chufeng took in the change in Fu Sixue’s expression. She hated having to read people’s moods—hated it with a passion.

Yet, seeing the shifts in Fu Sixue’s face now, she found it… quite fun.

She had watched a few interviews with Fu Sixue. In the public eye, Fu Sixue was composed and elegant. Even when faced with sharp questions from hosts, she responded calmly, as if nothing could hurt her and no topic could breach her inner boundaries.

But Ji Chufeng knew that Fu Sixue was definitely not as cold or boring as outsiders perceived. On the contrary, she was very seductive, especially when she let out those tearful, low whimpers that made one want to cherish her.

Now, because of one sentence, this woman’s expression had changed instantly. Ji Chufeng could see the evasion and indignation in her emotions; she knew her words must have stepped on a landmine to elicit such a reaction.

Strangely, she could somewhat understand Fu Sixue’s unique attitude toward her.

It seemed this pure little cat truly regretted the morning after. She could almost imagine a kitten crawling into a corner out of shame, leaving only the sight of a fluffy back.

She couldn’t help it; a “pfft” escaped her as she burst into laughter.

This laugh broke the tension that had just been thick enough to cut.

Ji Chufeng’s mischievous side surfaced. She wanted to tease her further, but she was genuinely afraid of actually angering the woman and causing a backlash. Tactfully, she didn’t mention it again and said: “I’ll help you remove your makeup.”

She spoke with an air that brooked no refusal, cupping Fu Sixue’s face with one hand and placing a cotton pad over her eye with the other.

Though her tone was assertive, her movements were exceptionally gentle. Fu Sixue wanted to refuse again, but… she also felt that having only half her makeup removed looked ridiculous.

Fine.

Fu Sixue allowed the other woman to tinker with her face. After a long while, she heard Ji Chufeng speak.

“Your manager has been finalized.”

Fu Sixue instinctively opened her eyes to look at her.

She saw Ji Chufeng’s gaze linger on her lips, carefully removing the red lip glaze with great seriousness. She didn’t know that President Ji was actually recalling the sensation of gently taking those soft lips into her mouth that night.

She wanted to know who her new manager was—was it really Shen Tang? But Ji Chufeng mischievously ended the topic there, as if waiting for her to ask.

Fu Sixue pursed her lips and didn’t speak. Another wave of silence followed.

Tsk, quite stubborn, Ji Chufeng grumbled internally.

Once the makeup was removed and the skincare products applied, the topic of the manager did not resume.

Ji Chufeng pulled a small box from her pocket. Inside lay an earring—just one.

“You dropped your earring at my place.” She took the earring out. She was tactful enough not to mention the night, but Fu Sixue recognized it instantly. When she had returned home that morning and saw one was missing, she had searched for a long time. She never expected it had fallen in the hotel and been picked up by her.

Fu Sixue reached for it, but Ji Chufeng pulled it away first, asking, “Where’s the other one?”

“…” Fu Sixue had no choice but to open her jewelry box and take out the matching one.

Ji Chufeng noted that Fu Sixue had taken off her earrings the moment she returned to the lounge; now there were only tiny holes in her ears. She helped Fu Sixue put the pair back on.

Gazing at the beautiful earrings hanging from the earlobes, her focus fell on the tiny mole on the ear cartilage. She praised: “Very beautiful.” It was unclear if she was talking about the earrings or the woman wearing them.

Fu Sixue had received countless compliments, but this was the first time she didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t know if she was facing a one-night stand partner or her new boss.

Fortunately, Ji Chufeng didn’t expect a response. Remembering she had things to do, she prepared to leave.

“I’m heading out.”

“Understood,” Fu Sixue replied with a very official tone.

Ji Chufeng suddenly leaned down, her lips close to the other woman’s ear, and whispered: “The manager is Shen Tang.” After saying this, she straightened up and offered a slight smile.

That familiar, slightly indulgent voice and that pure smile caused Fu Sixue’s heart to skip a beat. She quickly looked away, secretly telling herself that this was just the other woman’s seductive bag of tricks.

That night, Ji Chufeng, who hadn’t dreamed in a long time, had a dream.

This dream had appeared several times before. Every time she woke up, there were only fragmented pieces.

In the dream, she was an observer, watching someone else’s life. She only remembered that the ending of the dream was not a good one.

Ji Chufeng opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling in the dim light. She blinked and turned toward the window.

The window was open. The night breeze blew gently, lifting the sheer curtains and allowing the moonlight to spill in.

Ji Chufeng rubbed her temples and sat up. Her phone screen showed it was 4:00 AM.

She wrapped herself in a thin blanket and stood on the balcony. The night temperature was much lower than during the day; after only a short while, she felt a chill that cleared her head.

Rubbing her arms, Ji Chufeng went back inside. The laptop on her desk was still on.

The soft sofa sank under her weight. Ji Chufeng placed the laptop on her lap and opened a document located in a specific folder.

The screen filled with text.

She scrolled down to the very end, looking at the words that had stopped abruptly last time, and began to write again.

This was a very long story—so long she had been writing it for several years without finishing.

The writing was intermittent. To this day, she hadn’t decided on an ending, simply writing based on her feelings.

She edited and revised as she went. By the time she closed the laptop, the sun had already risen.