President Ji’s Cat - Chapter 9

The two were alone in the glass-walled room, silently gazing at one another.

Fu Sixue was barefoot, making her significantly shorter than the high-heeled President Ji. Clad in tight athletic wear, her perfect figure was displayed in all its glory.

After a long silence, Fu Sixue was the first to yield. She made her tone exceptionally calm and kept her expression as neutral as if she were facing a total stranger.

“President Ji.”

When she had seen her in the elevator earlier, Fu Sixue had recognized her instantly as the woman from that night. The sight of her in the same white suit as before had nearly caused her to lose her composure in shock. Just as she thought the other woman didn’t recognize her, Ji Chufeng had suddenly flashed that smile. It made Fu Sixue’s scalp tingle with anxiety, fearing the woman would bring up that night. Fortunately, the elevator doors had opened just in time.

She didn’t know why they were meeting at the company; she hadn’t heard of any new executives joining, and she had never seen her before.

While her mind was still in a whirlwind, she learned that her manager had been abruptly fired. Her assistant told her the order came directly from the newly appointed President Ji.

And that President Ji was the woman from the elevator. This left Fu Sixue with a very complicated heart.

She had almost no impression of the woman—nor did she dare to have any. Even when she fled that morning, she hadn’t dared to look closely at her face. Now that they were face-to-face again, scenes from that night involuntarily resurfaced.

Recalling how the woman had been as practiced as a veteran player in the game of love, Fu Sixue couldn’t help but frown. She didn’t like this type; she found it frivolous. Even if the President Ji before her was indeed stunning—beautiful enough that it wouldn’t be surprising if she became famous overnight in the entertainment industry—it didn’t change her mind.

President Ji, meanwhile, felt quite satisfied with Fu Sixue’s formal address. She even felt a bit teased and pleased by it. Attempting to appear approachable, she gave Fu Sixue a curved smile: “Are you busy?”

Logically, someone in her position didn’t need to ask a subordinate if they were busy. With one word from her, even if a contract were at the signing stage, the subordinate would have to drop everything to answer the call.

Yet, she asked anyway, her smile graceful and charming, intentionally radiating her charisma.

Ji Chufeng sat in the lounge and waited for about fifteen minutes before the door was opened.

Fu Sixue walked in. She had taken a quick shower and changed into the light-colored, knee-length dress from earlier. As she stepped in from the door, she brought with her the refreshing floral scent of shower gel.

“You could have taken longer,” Ji Chufeng said. The drinks she had sent her assistant to buy hadn’t even arrived yet.

Fu Sixue remained silent. Ji Chufeng watched her for over ten seconds. This person was just like their first meeting—so cold.

The current situation was unclear to Fu Sixue. She didn’t understand why her manager had been fired so suddenly, so naturally, she didn’t know how to react.

President Ji always had a soft spot for beauties. Unbothered by the coldness, she continued: “Your manager has been dismissed by the company.”

She assumed Fu Sixue knew this, but she wasn’t mentioning it just to inform her; rather, it was an opening for another topic.

“Regarding you and Liang Hao—” Ji Chufeng paused. She saw the other woman’s hands visibly tighten. It seemed the rumors and paparazzi shots weren’t baseless. Ignoring the inexplicable annoyance in her heart, she continued: “She was flawed in her handling of the situation. She bears partial responsibility for pushing you into the eye of the storm. The company has no need for a manager who holds our talent back.”

“…” Fu Sixue pursed her lips. Although her previous manager lacked ability, after working together for so long, she could see the effort the woman put in. She knew the reason she had been lukewarm these past few years was her own doing.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. Other managers in the company had several artists under them; her previous manager was one of the few who only handled three. If she were reassigned to someone else, it wouldn’t necessarily be better.

Ji Chufeng stopped talking. She expected Fu Sixue to nervously ask what would happen without a manager or who the new one would be, but she did neither.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Ji Chufeng asked, amused.

“I will follow the company’s arrangements,” Fu Sixue replied calmly. She was very clear about her current situation. Many people said she was a “has-been,” and over time, she had accepted that reality. As early as five years ago, when she decided to rebel, she knew this would be the result. Combined with Xingyao’s cold treatment of her, she had long since grown used to taking things as they came.

“Alright then,” Ji Chufeng said noncommittally. “I plan to poach Shen Tang. She will be your manager from now on.”

As she finished, she saw the other woman’s pupils contract slightly. She was clearly surprised. Striking while the iron was hot, Ji Chufeng added: “She will only be handling you.”

Indeed, she saw the usually calm Teacher Fu experience a “pupil earthquake.”

Shen Tang was a legendary “gold-medal” agent in the industry. Every artist she handled became a massive star. Why would she be willing to handle a “washed-up” actress? Fu Sixue’s internal alarm bells rang instantly.

“Why?”

“No particular reason,” Ji Chufeng replied. “Your strength deserves to be matched with an excellent manager.”

As she spoke, her brown eyes watched her without blinking, as if she were speaking about a very serious matter.

But Fu Sixue couldn’t feel happy at all. On the contrary, her guard went up even further.

Ji Chufeng thought that by saying this, she would see the other woman soften toward her. But no—not only did she not soften, it seemed to have the opposite effect.

She had to change the subject. “The company needs to be informed about you and Liang Hao. What is your relationship?”

Perhaps this was the President’s true objective.

“…” At the mention of Liang Hao, the light in Fu Sixue’s eyes visibly dimmed.

Ji Chufeng’s eyebrows twitched, and her index finger instinctively tapped the table. She looked a bit irritable.

Fu Sixue and Liang Hao didn’t have a particularly deep relationship. They met during a drama; Fu Sixue was just a supporting character with a few scenes, while Liang Hao was the male lead.

When they first met, Liang Hao proactively greeted her, claiming to be a fan of many years who loved her debut work. He acted like a polite fan without any arrogance, and Fu Sixue’s first impression of this junior was very good. Later, after Fu Sixue finished her scenes and left the set, Liang Hao often messaged her. Over time, they became close.

Liang Hao became an overnight sensation because of that drama, leaping to the status of a top-tier idol, but he didn’t forget to stay in touch with Fu Sixue. Gradually, he began to express his feelings for her.

There was a several-year age gap between them, and Fu Sixue found it difficult to have romantic thoughts about a younger man. But a persistent suitor is hard to refuse, and under Liang Hao’s relentless pursuit, she eventually opened her heart and agreed to try dating.

When they were photographed, they had only been dating for a week. Liang Hao was filming out of town, and because of work, Fu Sixue happened to be in the same city and went to visit him on set.

Because time was tight, they only shared a meal. She never expected that one meal to be caught by paparazzi.

When the “romance” was exposed, her manager immediately asked for the situation. Fu Sixue answered that they were dating, which led to that controversial Weibo post.

What she never expected was that to protect his own career, Liang Hao chose to abandon her.

Perhaps, to others, she was never that important…

“So that’s why you went to the bar that night?” Ji Chufeng’s brows knitted tightly. An unexplainable discomfort rose in her chest.

She had suspected Fu Sixue went to the bar to drown her sorrows because of Liang Hao. But hearing the truth made her incredibly annoyed. On one hand, she felt Liang Hao was a coward; on the other, she was a bit angry that Fu Sixue would get drunk and let herself go over such a person.

“…” Fu Sixue remained silent after finishing her calm narration of the events.

But Ji Chufeng knew she must have been very sad; otherwise, she wouldn’t have met her that night.

If the person who had taken her away had been someone else, not her…

Thinking of how the “little cat” had looked so lost and soul-shaken that night, she felt a mix of anger and heartache. It wasn’t just pity for a beauty; it was more that she felt the woman wasn’t worth the suffering.

She swallowed the harsh words she wanted to say.

Ji Chufeng pursed her lips and spoke again: “The company will handle this matter. You don’t need to worry about it.” She paused, adding pointedly: “Remember to delete the trash thoroughly.”

As she spoke, her brown eyes were dark, as if she were truly angry. However, it didn’t seem like she was angry because the scandal brought trouble to the company, which confused Fu Sixue. After all, when the news first broke, the previous manager was furious, scolding her for not reporting the relationship, which led to her being blackballed while the man didn’t protect her.

Actually, the company’s attitude was common in the circle. When an artist makes money, they are bigger than the boss. Now that her career was at rock bottom and she wasn’t making money for them, they naturally wouldn’t put effort into protecting her.

Now that President Ji had stated her position, Fu Sixue was more or less moved.

Just as she was about to say thank you, President Ji, having composed herself, spoke again.

This time, her tone was flirtatious.

“If you want to date, why not find me?” President Ji winked at her, her smile incredibly seductive. “I’m single, too.”

Fu Sixue: “…”

As expected. Completely. Frivolous.

The tiny bit of emotion she had just felt vanished completely. Fu Sixue tightened her expression and said coldly: “President Ji, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

“…” Staring at Fu Sixue’s retreating back, Ji Chufeng rubbed her nose. Why did she feel like she had played a winning hand into a total disaster?

The fact that the little cat didn’t follow the script really made President Ji feel a bit stifled.