President Ji’s Cat - Chapter 13

The news of Fu Sixue moving into a new lounge and getting a new manager spread through the company like wildfire. The new lounge was bright and spacious, even featuring a small private room for resting.

However, compared to the news that her new manager was Shen Tang, the lounge wasn’t even the main topic of conversation.

Just hearing the name “Shen Tang” brought to mind several household-name A-list actors. Yet now, she had been assigned to Fu Sixue, a “has-been.”

For a while, rumors flew all over the company.

Coupled with the fact that not long ago, a model had attempted to seduce President Ji to climb the ladder, President Ji’s intriguing reaction had given everyone a clear understanding of the new CEO’s sexual orientation. This made people even more unscrupulous when gossiping.

“How have you been lately? Busy?”

As Fu Sixue walked into the restroom, she heard a female voice from inside. She paused for a second before stepping in.

“Busy with what? I’m bored to death lately,” another model complained. “I haven’t had a job in a week. This month’s salary won’t even cover the rent.”

The person questioning the model was a bit-part actress. Seeing Fu Sixue walk in through the mirror, she exchanged a look with the model.

She said loudly, “You should learn from Xiang Jenny! She’s been very busy these past few days!”

“I don’t have her luck. President Ji doesn’t even look at me!”

The two sang in harmony, gossiping about others. Fu Sixue didn’t even lift an eyelid, focusing on washing her hands.

“Oh, true! If we had that kind of beauty, we wouldn’t have to share a lounge with others right now.”

“Exactly. Not only a luxury lounge, but even the manager is a big shot!”

“Comparing people really makes you angry. If I had a gold-medal manager clearing the way, I’d be the next A-lister. I wouldn’t be stuck like this, only doing… print ads… every day.”

Fu Sixue finished washing her hands, grabbed a tissue to dry them, and walked out without looking back. She turned a deaf ear to their veiled insults as if no one were there, an attitude that left the two fuming behind her back.

She knew they were mocking her, but she couldn’t blame them for telling the truth. Shen Tang had taken over for a while now, and in that time, no new assignments had come in, nor did it look like any were coming.

Fu Sixue was used to such days—muddling through one day at a time, only hoping she wouldn’t cause any more trouble for the company.

However, the heavens never seemed to grant her wishes.

As soon as she returned to the lounge, Li Qingman hurried toward her, her tone incredibly anxious: “Teacher Fu! Something big happened!”

Fu Sixue’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it?”

Li Qingman handed her the phone. On the screen was a Weibo post.

When she saw the content, Fu Sixue’s face turned deathly pale, and even her lips lost their color.

At the same time, in her office, Ji Chufeng saw the same post.

“An Yi…” She had just opened her mouth when, without warning, the office door was pushed open.

Looking up, she saw a tall, beautiful mixed-race woman walking toward her, calling out in a sugary voice: “President Ji~~”

The timing couldn’t have been worse. Just hearing that voice made Ji Chufeng’s temples throb.

The woman didn’t sense the atmosphere. She walked to her side, looked at the person in the boss chair, thought for half a second, and then boldly tried to sit on her lap.

Standing to the side, An Yi couldn’t help but cover her forehead, mourning for her in her heart.

Almost instantly, Ji Chufeng rolled the boss chair backward. The woman didn’t expect this and fell hard onto the floor, hissing in pain.

Just as she was about to cry out, she saw the person in the chair with a darkened face. “Get out.”

Ji Chufeng absolutely did not allow anyone to make intimate moves without her consent. Moreover, she knew exactly what this person was thinking. Just a few chats had made her bold enough to reach this level of impudence.

The gaze Ji Chufeng gave her was filled with a touch of revulsion.

The woman was so frightened by that look that she scrambled out of the room.

“At the next meeting, perhaps we should remind everyone to knock before entering my office.” After the woman left, Ji Chufeng’s expression didn’t improve much.

“To be fair, it’s because you gave her the wrong impression, President Ji,” An Yi replied evenly.

“…” Ji Chufeng raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t do anything to her.”

President Ji wasn’t interested in just anyone.

“…” An Yi remained noncommittal.

Ji Chufeng turned her gaze back to the phone screen. “What’s going on with the trending topics?”

An Yi opened Weibo. Before she could even click “More Trends,” she saw Fu Sixue’s name with a “HOT” tag next to it.

After many days, Fu Sixue’s name was once again at the top of the trending list.

The top post was a paparazzi “exclusive” from a marketing account.

The text claimed Fu Sixue was seen entering a bar late at night and going to a hotel with a “mystery person,” staying until the next morning before leaving alone. The wording was suggestive, clearly trying to frame Fu Sixue as someone who goes to clubs for hookups. Her “pure goddess” image was shattered, and the post even alluded to her recent scandal, mocking her for having a “messy” private life.

The photos were arranged in a 3×3 grid.

At the bar entrance. At the hotel entrance.

“Fu Sixue is trending again,” An Yi said calmly. “This time it’s more troublesome.”

In the photos, Fu Sixue was being half-held by someone as she left the bar. Her face was very clear, but the other person—aside from being taller than her—was completely blurred.

The hotel photo was the same. The “mystery person” was draping a coat over her shoulders and holding her hand as they entered the hotel; the movements were very intimate.

“It is indeed a mess.” Ji Chufeng felt the veins in her temples throb. If she hadn’t been blurred out in those photos, it would be obvious it was a woman, but the blur was intentional. Although the text used “mystery person,” everyone’s first instinct would be to assume it was a man.

The intention was clear: this was a targeted hit on Fu Sixue.

The comments below were, as expected, a sea of insults.

They were even harsher than last time: “club girl,” “promiscuous,” “fake innocence,” and a series of derogatory terms. There was even a hashtag #FuSixueGetOutOfTheIndustry trending near the top.

“What is the PR department doing? This trend has been up on Weibo for this long and they haven’t noticed?” Ji Chufeng slammed the table, her expression furious.

An Yi carefully examined several top posts in the trend. “President Ji, this trend rose too quickly. The earliest post was three hours ago. To hit the top of the charts in three hours is not normal.” She paused and added, “Three hours is possible, but given Fu Sixue’s current fame, it’s unlikely to happen organically.”

“Someone bought the trend?” Ji Chufeng’s first thought was the anti-fans who guided the narrative last time. “Is it Liang Hao again?”

An Yi shook her head. “Not sure yet. I’ve already had PR look into it.”

“Tell them to be efficient,” Ji Chufeng snapped. “Bring Fu Sixue to me.”

“Understood.”

When An Yi went to knock on the lounge door, Li Qingman was pacing back and forth around Fu Sixue, looking more nervous than the person involved.

“Teacher Fu.” An Yi stood at the door. “President Ji wants you in her office.”

Fu Sixue rose quickly. Hearing this, Li Qingman immediately said, “Teacher Fu, I’ll go with you!”

She looked at her little assistant, thought for a moment, and eventually agreed.

The three divided into two groups, one in front and one behind. Li Qingman watched An Yi’s back, thought it over, and stepped up to her side.

“Secretary An, can I ask you something? Why did President Ji call Teacher Fu? How is her mood right now?”

“President Ji is very angry.”

An Yi’s voice was calm, but it made Fu Sixue’s heart tremble.