Sang Qian was so frightened that she instinctively stood up and stared at him for a long while from a distance. Seeing no movement, she tentatively called out, "Ji Chengzhou?"
There was no response.
Had she just seen things?
She walked over, poked his leg again, and still getting no response, she dared to lean over, pressing her ear against his chest.
She intended to listen for the strength of his heartbeat, but because she had just been scared, she was too tense and lost her balance, falling onto Ji Chengzhou.
In her frantic effort to rise, just as she was getting up from him, she realized that her hand felt something hard and somewhat warm.
A glance.
Sang Qian's face instantly flushed red, and her hand hurriedly withdrew from that area below Ji Chengzhou's abdomen.
This this this...
Wasn't he supposed to be in a vegetative state?
How could he still have a physiological reaction?
An unexpected ringtone broke Sang Qian's train of thought. She steadied her mind and answered the call, "Wen, what's up?"
"Just as you expected, with you marrying into the Ji Family, Ji Yuanhang is worried you might threaten his position as the head of the Ji Family. He has managed to connect with Song Shijing, probably to secure the cooperation with Shijing Group to solidify his status within the Ji Family."
The Shijing Group has a vast range of industries including department stores, hotels, jewelry, building materials, electronics, new energy, and pharmaceuticals, many of which are industry leaders. Describing it as a business empire is not an exaggeration.
The Ji Corporation has to act subserviently before it.
Its founder, Song Shijing, is reclusive and mysterious, never appearing in public, and very few have seen his true face.
Rumors say he is a born business prodigy, revered as a myth in the business world, ruthless and decisive. He started Shijing Group from scratch and, within just five years, made it a global enterprise.
If Ji Yuanhang really manages to gain favor with this magnate, his standing in the Ji Family will be significantly boosted, making it even harder for her to pull him down later.
She would never allow that to happen!
Sang Qian pinched the bridge of her nose, thought for a moment, then asked, "Did you find out the time and place of their meeting?"
"Tonight at eight, Zundian Club room 608."
"I recall you collected a side photo of Song Shijing previously?"
"You're planning to see him?"
"Yes."
"But tonight is your wedding night, can you get away?"
Sang Qian's gaze fell on Ji Chengzhou. His expression was calm, his skin pallid from long illness, with no sign of waking, "No problem."
After hanging up the phone, Sang Qian stepped into the bathroom and when she came out, the encumbering wedding dress was gone, replaced by a comfortable casual outfit.
To ensure Ji Chengzhou could rest peacefully, this villa was staffed with only one maid and one male nurse.
Sang Qian went downstairs, greeted them saying she was going to rest, and asked them not to disturb her. Then she took the opportunity to sneak out unnoticed.
Zundian is a high-end club that operates on a membership basis.
Sang Qian had to temporarily recharge a member card to get in, then found a secluded corner in the hallway to sit down. It wasn't long before she saw Ji Yuanhang walking in with a man.
She lowered her head to glance at the side photo of Song Shijing on her phone, then looked up at the man who had just entered through the doorway.
His features were sharp, and his demeanor noble, meticulously dressed in a black suit.
It was him, no doubt.
Ji Yuanhang was all smiles, talking to Song Shijing, his manner showing he dared not neglect him in the slightest.
In contrast, Song Shijing appeared indifferent, his lips slightly pursed, never speaking from start to finish, hands casually tucked in his pockets, exuding a laid-back and casual attitude. It was his assistant who occasionally responded to Ji Yuanhang.
Ever since Ji Chengzhou's car crash, the Ji Corporation has been temporarily under the management of Ji Yuanhang. Nowadays, his prestigious status means most people have to bow and scrape in his presence, but Song Shijing seemed to barely acknowledge him at all.
Sang Qian couldn't help but reflect, power indeed was a valuable asset. No matter how arrogant you are, in the presence of someone superior, you still have to bow and play it small.
Watching them enter the elevator, Sang Qian stood up and walked toward the elevator as well.
Upon reaching the sixth floor, she waited in the lounge outside for nearly half an hour and still didn't see them come out from the room. She grew restless.
Talking for so long, had Song Shijing agreed to cooperate with Ji Yuanhang?
No, she had to find a way to take a look inside, yet she couldn't let Ji Yuanhang recognize her.
What to do?
Just then, a waiter carrying drinks passed by her, and Sang Qian suddenly had an idea. She stood up and called the waiter, "One thousand yuan, lend me your clothes for a while."
The waiter gave her a 'are you nuts?' look.
Sang Qian pulled out her phone, "Show me the QR code for payment."
Seeing her serious expression, the waiter, not thinking it was a joke anymore, hurriedly pulled out his phone to display the payment code.
A thousand yuan was quickly transferred.
Sang Qian followed the waiter to the staff lounge to change clothes and also applied a smoky makeup look. Looking at the mirror, seeing the woman who could no longer be recognized as her former self, Sang Qian was satisfied and headed towards room 608.
But just as she reached the door, before she could even knock, the door opened from the inside and Song Shijing appeared in her sight. Panic flickered in her eyes but she quickly composed herself, "Hello, may I help you with anything?"