The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 52 - 0, Did he really pass away? (First update)

Chen Xin calmed down and held her phone out to Ji Mingqian, opening a video. "Big Boss, isn’t ’God Jiang’ super handsome? Take a look."

Ji Mingqian rolled his eyes at her and looked down at her phone, where a face as smooth and delicate as jade stood out in the video.

At the airport, the reporters and fans who had been awaiting his arrival surged towards him like a tide, wildly snapping photos with their phones and cameras.

Were it not for the quick reactions of the bodyguards surrounding Jiang Yisheng, some of the cell phones would have nearly smashed into his face.

"Jiang Yisheng..."

"Stop taking pictures, stop."

"Asheng, take good care of yourself..."

"Excuse me, please make way."

"Move back, don’t crowd around." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Be careful, don’t push any closer."

The scene became chaotic in an instant.

Ji Mingqian was well-accustomed to such scenes and turned his gaze to Jiang Yisheng, who was protected in the middle by his bodyguards.

Because of the sudden appearance of fans and journalists, he took the hat and sunglasses handed to him by his agent, put them on, and quickened his pace towards the nanny van.

The video was probably taken by a fan who had been close by; the man’s lightly colored lips were pursed, seemingly a bit uncomfortable.

"God Jiang’s whereabouts are usually kept secret; this time it must be someone from his company who leaked the news," Chen Xin analyzed experiencedly.

Ji Mingqian withdrew his gaze and looked at her with disdain, "Why are you getting excited? Am I not better looking than he is?"

"How could it be the same? God Jiang is gentle and refined, like a graceful young nobleman, and you two don’t even share the same style. Moreover, his musical talent is superb," Chen Xin praised tirelessly.

Ji Mingqian snorted dismissively and continued eating his meal without entertaining her further.

After he finished eating, they finally started discussing work-related matters.

Chen Xin took out a document and a highlighter pen from her bag and passed them to him. "Here’s a list of recent work invitations. Take a look and mark the ones you’re interested in."

Taking it, Ji Mingqian flipped through the document.

His finger suddenly paused, resting on the page number of the third page.

He lifted his eyes to Chen Xin, "An endorsement for the jewelry of Feng Group?"

Chen Xin leaned over to have a look and said, "Feng Group’s men’s jewelry line has always been endorsed by Jiang Yisheng, but they want another spokesperson for their newest collection. It just so happens that the biggest investor in the movie you just shot is Feng Group, so they’ve approached us with an offer."

Their big boss was adamantly against commercial performances and would only consider endorsements that he could count on one hand—almost one a year. She had added that offer to the document just to try her luck, not really believing he would accept.

"Big Boss, the endorsement from Feng Group is actually quite good, why don’t you give it some thought?" she continued.

"And, since God Jiang is also one of the spokespeople for this collection, your collaboration would surely be icing on the cake, and I’d get to worship God Jiang’s glorious beauty up close."

That last part was probably her main point.

Ji Mingqian gave her a sidelong glance and huffed, "I won’t accept it."

Chen Xin was frustrated.

Is it really okay to be this capricious?

She had an idea and decided to goad him, "Big Boss, are you afraid of standing next to God Jiang and being overshadowed, and that’s why you refuse the endorsement?"

Unfortunately, the person in front of her was an old fox; such a petty trick was seen through instantly.

He showed a teasing smile, "Provoking me won’t work. I simply won’t accept the same endorsement as Jiang Yisheng. If you want to admire his glorious beauty, you might as well go and be his assistant. I certainly won’t stop you."

With that, he flipped the page to look at other offers.

Dozens of pages filled with documents, but only a few were marked with the highlighter.

Chen Xin glanced at them and felt too tired to care.

These work offers were what so many dreamed of but could never get, yet he simply vetoed them all.

"Big Boss, won’t you reconsider? The terms and compensation of the Feng Group’s endorsement are quite generous," she urged persistently.

Ji Mingqian, sitting back with his leg crossed, was scrolling on his phone, "Do I look like I’m short on cash?"

"..."

Fine, your big boss has the money to be willful.

"Big Boss, this subordinate will take her leave now. You rest," Chen Xin said in a pinched voice, grabbing her bag.

Ji Mingqian laughed, "Kneel for safety."

Chen Xin’s forehead started to show black lines.

As she reached the door, she turned around, unwilling to give up, "Big Boss, I need to take a day off tomorrow, I’m going to chase after my idol, Jiang Yisheng."

This time she was determined to get an autograph.

Ji Mingqian agreed readily, "Approved."

Chen Xin became cheerful and left humming a tune.

After finishing the chat about the headquarters with Chu Chen, Ji Mingqian threw his phone aside, and then, suddenly remembering something, he picked it up again.

He opened Weibo and entered Jiang Yisheng’s name directly.

The screen instantly popped up with a bunch of hot searches about him.

#JiangYishengNewAlbum#

#JiangYishengAirportLook#

#JiangYishengPaleFace#

#JiangYishengSuspectedCold#

...

Ji Mingqian’s lips twitched slightly, he couldn’t help but remember the first time he met him, it seemed like he was minutes away from coughing to death.

Got a cold again?

He truly was a "sick beauty."

He clicked his tongue, exited Weibo, and casually threw his phone on the sofa before getting up and heading towards the bathroom.

**

In the afternoon, the tranquility prevailed.

In the living room, the figures of maids cleaning were visible everywhere.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from outside the door.

Backlit, Ye Yan strode in grandly.

"Master Ye."

Seeing him, the maids called out respectfully.

Ye Yan glanced around and his gaze fell on the girl sitting on the sofa; a trace of complexity flashed deep in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he walked over.

"Jiuliang."

Hearing this voice, Ye Jiuliang pressed pause on her game, lifted her eyes slightly, and faced the man’s amiable smile; she tugged at the corner of her mouth.

In a cool voice that didn’t reveal joy or anger, she said, "It’s Uncle."

"Didn’t you go to classes today?" Ye Yan sat down opposite her, his words filled with concern for the younger generation.

"Since you came back, are you getting used to life here?"

Ye Jiuliang played with her phone, a smile that showed her indifferent nature appearing on her lips, "Thanks for your concern, Uncle, I’m quite used to it."

"Jiuliang, actually, the old master has always missed you all these years, and it wasn’t easy for him either; you should try to be more understanding of him," Ye Yan said earnestly.

If he wanted to act, she would just reluctantly play along.

Ye Jiuliang listened in silence, occasionally nodding her head.

"What Uncle said is true."

The not-too-light, not-too-heavy words seemed to choke the listener.

Ye Yan looked at her with a murky gaze, and then after a moment, he got up to leave, "If you have any issues, come find your Uncle. I’m going upstairs to discuss some matters with the old master."

Ye Jiuliang stopped him, "Uncle, there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you about."

Ye Yan turned around, his smile kind, "What is it?"

Staring at the hypocritical smile on his face, Ye Jiuliang spoke slowly and evenly, "Does Uncle also believe that my father is really dead?"

At those words, the air suddenly grew tense.