There is a world of difference between having a cat at home and not having a cat at home.
Jane Jing suddenly had a lot more things to do in her day, such as cleaning cat poop, feeding the cat, and eating snacks. When she went to the toilet, she spent less and less time playing with her phone because the cat would supervise her going to the toilet.
When I was working on the computer, the cat would squat beside me, meowing and asking me to hold it.
Jian Jing was glad that Pudding had been well-educated and didn't like to step on the keyboard or chew on the wires. Apart from knocking over a cup and causing water to flow onto the table and destroying a mechanical keyboard, he hadn't caused any trouble.
She wondered how cats who were writers—no, writers who had cats—kept working.
Anyway, she didn't want to write, she just wanted to play with cats.
Every day it’s: “Pudding, come here for a hug,” “Pudding, eat,” “Pudding, let’s go downstairs.”
Then, inevitably, a dark thought came to his mind: If I trick Jiang Baiyan into thinking that the cat is lost, can I keep the pudding for myself
Unfortunately, Jiang Baiyan keeps a close eye on his son and has to video chat with him every day to feel at ease.
Jian Jing deliberately asked: "Are you afraid that I will sell your pudding?"
Jiang Baiyan: "Pudding is not valuable. I'm just afraid that it will be adopted by someone else."
Alas, this child is just too smart.
Jian Jing gave up the kidnapping plan in disappointment and decided to have fun for one day at a time.
Then, March arrived.
Spring is here, the temperature is rising, people are wearing lighter clothes, the early cherry blossoms are blooming, and the streets are filled with the scent of spring.
Jian Jing received a wedding invitation.
The one getting married was the daughter of Vice President Jinwu. Not only relatives and friends were invited, but also several top writers in the agency.
This is a social occasion that cannot be postponed, you have to go.
Fortunately, it was a sunny day with only a few light white clouds in the blue sky. The temperature was neither high nor low, and was extremely comfortable.
Jian Jing cleaned up Pudding's poop and fed him food in advance, and asked the hourly aunt to come and feed him at noon. Only then did she leave home with full of worry.
Kang Mucheng came to pick her up and said, "If you like cats so much, just raise one yourself."
Jian Jing: "It is better to steal than to buy, it is better to kidnap than to steal, and it is better to return than to kidnap."
This was the first time Kang Mucheng had seen her in nearly a month, and she was in much better condition than he had imagined. She did not look too sad, and her light makeup was neatly applied on her cheeks, almost like she was wearing no makeup at all. Her lipstick was only lightly applied, but it still showed a bloody rosy complexion.
She was wearing an off-white ruffled lace shirt dress, with a brown leather waist belt tied tightly around her waist, which made the wide skirt look slimmer. She was wearing a thin coat as a jacket, and Martin boots with blingbling ornaments on the boots, which made her look cute with a touch of rock style.
Looks like a new spring model.
If you want to buy clothes, it won't be a big problem.
Kang Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally dared to talk about the new book: "I've read the new manuscript. The suspense part is stable, which is your style, but the emotional drama is unexpected. To be honest, Jingjing, I thought you would be like Xia Xing."
Jian Jing couldn't help laughing.
"Her story is popular, but its shortcomings are also obvious. It's too imaginary, like a dream. Your story is fake, but the meaning is very real. How did you come up with it?" Kang Mucheng pretended to be calm.
Jian Jing looked at him and said, "When will you give us your suggestions for revision?"
"I brought it." Kang Mucheng handed her a file bag and changed the subject again, "Recently in the group chat, screenwriter Xu and others are always talking about the casting of Devil 2, and you rarely speak."
Jian Jing: "Not really interested."
"Didn't you say before that you wanted to recommend Jiang Baiyan?" he asked.
Jian Jing retorted: "It's not yours? And he has already given up on it."
"Can you recommend other candidates? Are there any actors you like?"
"Boss Kang," Jian Jing turned and looked at him, "Are you going to ask me about Xie Wei?"
Kang Mucheng paused and said, "You have only known each other for a short time, but he and Shao Meng died one after the other, and Tao Tao suddenly went crazy. I am a little worried."
Jian Jing shook her head and said, "I'm fine."
We have only known each other for a few days, how much pain can it cause? But when a person dies, all the little things are covered with a layer of soft light, and it is inevitable to feel sad.
"Jingjing," Kang Mucheng chose his words carefully, "maybe you can talk to me."
She glanced at him and said nothing.
He added: "You can ask anything. I will listen."
"No." She refused decisively.
Kang Mucheng was startled and looked at her in surprise: "Why? I will keep it a secret, don't you believe me?"
"I don't want to report my personal status like I'm doing psychological counseling." Jian Jing said slowly, "Mr. Kang wants to talk to me, so let's talk about myself first."
Kang Mucheng was stunned for a moment, looking hesitant.
Jane Jing adjusted the rabbit brooch on her chest, the clouds were clear and the breeze was gentle.
After a while, Kang Mucheng seemed ready to say something, but he was not used to confiding in her. He hesitated for a long time and still failed to break through the psychological barrier. He changed the subject abruptly: "We're here."
The venue for today's wedding is a private club that is not open to the public. It is designed to imitate an English castle and only hosts wedding banquets and other banquets, so it is extremely private.
As the car drove through the iron gate, a building similar to Highclere Castle in Downton Abbey came into view.
The vast lawn and the beautifully trimmed garden could be the setting for an idol drama at any time. However, at this moment, the garden was already occupied by snow-white silk and large bouquets of flowers, and the flower racks were filled with colorful balloons, making it look like a dream.
Jian Jing signed at the entrance, paid 8888 yuan as a gift, and received a gift.
She was curious about what they would give, so she opened it on the spot.
A bottle of Jo Malone perfume, a Chanel lipstick, and two handmade chocolates.
Then she glanced at Kang Mucheng's men's gift box: "What do you have?"
Kang Mucheng had no intention of opening it, but when she asked, he had to tear open the ribbon, revealing a lighter, perfume and cookies inside.
"Here you go." Kang Mucheng handed the biscuit to her, "Like a little kid."
Jian Jing: “…” She didn’t say anything.
But after giving it to him, he still put it in his bag.
Kang Mucheng's eyes softened and he said, "Follow me, let's go say hello to the host family."
Jian Jing did as she was told.
The vice president of Jinwu was surnamed Nie, and was called General Nie. He was a handsome middle-aged man. Although he was old, he had maintained a good figure and stood straight. Because of his affluent life, there were no wrinkles on his face.
"Mucheng is here." Mr. Nie was in charge of publishing and distribution, and had little contact with Jian Jing. He greeted her in a slightly unfamiliar manner, "This is Teacher Jian, right? Thank you for coming to my daughter's wedding."
"Hello, Mr. Nie." Jian Jing acted like a wallflower with ease.
Mr. Nie had worked in Jinwu for more than ten years, and was already familiar with Kang Mucheng, so there was no need to chat. He said to him directly: "Rongrong is with her mother. You haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"
Kang Mucheng said: "We haven't met for two years."
"She must be very happy to see you." Mr. Nie said with a smile, "Go and see her. Many of Rongrong's good friends are here today. They are all pretty and energetic girls. You are two years older than my Rongrong, so you should hurry up."
Kang Mucheng sighed: "Yes."
Jian Jing held back her laughter. The scariest part about attending a wedding was being repeatedly urged to get married.
Kang Mucheng was afraid that Mr. Nie would try to matchmake him with his bride on the spot, so he quickly found an excuse to leave and go visit today's bride.
The bride and her mother were in the waiting room, surrounded by a dozen girls, like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Aunt Yun, Rongrong." Kang Mucheng greeted the familiar elders.
Mrs. Nie wore a red cheongsam today as per custom. Because of the high-grade material and exquisite workmanship, even the most gaudy red did not look cheap, but rather full of luxury and joy.
She was so happy to see Kang Mucheng: "Mucheng, come and sit down." She then said to her daughter, "Rongrong, you haven't seen Mucheng for a long time, right?"
The bride has put on her wedding dress. The soft, snow-white gauze carefully wraps around her slender body, and the long train hangs on the ground like a pair of blooming petals.
"Brother Mucheng." Bride Rong smiled, "Thank you for coming to my wedding."
Kang Mucheng was not as serious as usual in socializing. He smiled slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. You got married suddenly. I heard that the man is the youngest son of the Fang family?"
Mrs. Nie nodded with a smile on her face: "Yes, yes, have you seen Mucheng before?"
"Maybe I've seen him before, but I'm not very familiar with him."
As long as you look at the world's national rich list, it is not difficult to find that the top 100 companies are basically in the following industries: Internet, real estate, electronic technology, medicine, machinery manufacturing, food, clothing and publishing and media.
As the name suggests, the Fang family is engaged in real estate business. Twenty years ago, the family assets ranked among the top 20 in the country.
But that was only twenty years ago.
Times have changed.
But people can't escape the necessities of life, and the real estate industry is still strong. The Fang family is definitely one of the richest people in China.
Of course, the wealth belongs to the whole family. The groom that Rong Xinren is going to marry today is just the youngest son of the Fang family. His father is still alive, and he has older brothers and sisters. Fortunately, he has made a good career.
A chain of homestays that has become very popular recently is the other party’s business.
Mrs. Nie is very satisfied with her son-in-law.
Once their own children have found a home, they especially want to help find a partner for others.
Mrs. Nie glanced at all the bridesmaids and accurately selected the one she liked the most: "Xiaochun, do Auntie a favor and take him around."
Then he said to Kang Mucheng, "You are a grown man, you must be impatient to chat with me. Many people are here today, you should also make some friends."
Kang Mucheng said, "My mother won't be here until tonight, so I'll talk to you for a while."
Having risen to the position of President Kang, making money is no longer the top priority. Jin Wu left most of the work on his son, and took on the task of cultural dissemination, organizing events abroad all year round to build up his reputation.
She is abroad today, preparing to meet with a member of a certain country's royal family. The other party's schedule is arranged one or two months in advance, so she can't make it in time.
"It's okay. The president talked to us on the phone." Mrs. Nie urged with a smile, "Don't dawdle. Let's go. If you don't leave, the girls here won't be able to do anything."
The bridesmaids all laughed.
Kang Mucheng failed to find an excuse and had to get up and leave.
The bridesmaid took a breath nervously and led the way with a smile: "The groom's people are in the garden. Just go around here and you'll be there."
Go downstairs from the waiting room on the second floor, pass through the wedding hall, and go out from the back door, you will reach the spacious and grand garden with flowers framing the corridors and arches and green grass.
The bubble machine continuously blew transparent bubbles into the sky, which sparkled with colorful luster under the refraction of sunlight. The air was filled with the smell of desserts, which touched everyone's nose with the spring breeze.
Most of the guests were chatting and taking photos here, and a few children were running around with hydrogen balloons.
Jian Jing sat in a corner, taking pictures and playing with her phone. The warm sunshine shone on her body, dispelling the chill accumulated over the winter.
Perhaps it was because she chose a clever location, with a row of flower stands behind her, and many people liked to run to this corner to have private conversations.
For example, the gay couple who are now expressing their true feelings.
a said: "I heard you were on a blind date?"
B said: "My mom urged me to do this, so I had no choice."
a asked: "Why don't you confess to them?"
B answered: "I am an only child, so I cannot carry on the family line. There is nothing I can do about it."
a sneered: "That's it?"
B said: "You understand me."
a said angrily: "Okay, if that's the case, you can date and get married, and we'll end it all."
b was shocked and angry: "How can you be so cruel?"
Jian Jing listened attentively and thought, this is exactly the beginning of a BL novel.
But soon, the story took a sharp turn and switched to suspense mode.
Another best man in a black suit came over hurriedly, lowered his voice, and asked quickly: "Has any of you seen Fang Yan?"
Fang Yan is the groom's name.
"No, what's wrong?" a asked.
The third person took a deep breath and said unkindly: "He's gone."
Jian Jing: Oh my.