Cheng Liu had just taken her phone back from the Ranshan staff who was waiting for them at the entrance of the exhibition. She looked at the photos and messages sent by Kong Zhouyun.

Kong Zhouyun: [President Cheng, can I post your photos from the red carpet? ]

Kong Zhouyun: [Your photos are all over the Internet! But none of them are as good as the ones I took!]

Young President Cheng immediately instructed: [Post.]

After she sent the message, she looked up and saw Yun Fei still staring at her. Cheng Liu clicked on a photo, lifted her phone and turned the screen to Yun Fei. 

“Does it look good?” she asked in the tones of a good sister.

In this photo, Ji Chaozhou was wearing a classic black suit that was tailored to fit him well. He has straight shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He looked noble and indifferent, but he was holding the hand of Cheng Liu, who was wearing a similarly black dress.

One was noble and indifferent, the other was casual and laidback, but their auras when standing together were particularly compatible.

Yun Fei’s eyes were almost red with jealousy. She had heard of Cheng Liu’s name before, but she had never taken it to heart.

After all, what would a business upstart—and a woman at that—have anything to do with her?

Who knew that Cheng Liu would now be with the man she liked.

Yun Fei was not even comparable to Cheng Liu in any way. No matter how glamorous she was, she couldn’t attract Ji Chaozhou’s attention. Even the media preferred Cheng Liu.

“Is there sand in your eyes?” Cheng Liu asked in surprise, looking at Yun Fei’s red eyes.

Yun Fei: “…” 

She was so angry that her liver hurt, but she didn’t even dare to curse no matter how much she wanted to.

… …

On the other side, after Kong Zhouyun received Cheng Liu’s answer, he immediately and excitedly went to his Weibo account as an entertainment reporter and posted several high-definition red carpet photos.

This picture was in no way inferior to the previous ones he had taken. In Kong Zhouyun’s mind, these could even be compared to the set of photos of the two putting on a watch under the street light.

The red carpet could be seen at the bottom of the photos, and the two were dressed in a rather grand style. With so many media photographers as the background, with all the star power, no one could surpass his photos.

As soon as this set of pictures was released, it was forwarded like crazy.

Kong Zhouyun looked at the rising number of reposts and comments and felt that he was very lucky indeed. He has already exceeded his KPI¹ this month!

[Fuck! High-definition pictures!]

These photos of Kong Zhouyun were not just high-definition. In the photos, either Ji Chaozhou or Cheng Liu was looking at the camera. This was something that the other media photos and videos did not have.

[Can this perfumer please join the entertainment industry? He simply makes those male stars lose in seconds.]

[President Cheng’s outfit today is beautiful! It’s made of black satin, and she looks absolutely radiant in it, rich, dark and lazy.]

[These two standing together are a visual feast!]

[Did you overlook something important? Look at the perfumer’s wrist!!!]

In one photo, Ji Chaozhou and Cheng Liu were a bit apart, holding hands, and as he moved forward his sleeve nudged up, revealing the watch on his slender wrist.

[I don’t know why, but this watch… looks familiar. ]

[I also think it looks familiar.]

[President Cheng wore it the day before yesterday! Picture.jpg]

[It fits him just right.]

[Holy crap!!! We finally solved the case!!!]

[So the person who lent President Cheng his watch was the genius perfumer from Ranshan?! ]

[Let me add one sentence: the two are neighbors.]

[Was she really climbing over the wall to see flowers? Hah! I suspect that Boss Cheng was lying in the previous livestream! ]

This gossip made the news even hotter, and the photos of the two were forwarded and circulated like crazy.

Kong Zhouyun bit his finger, thinking that if he posted the photos he took of them standing under the street light, these netizens would probably go even crazier.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

At the perfume exhibition, there were people who kept coming over to talk to Ji Chaozhou. In addition to celebrities from the entertainment industry, there were also many people from the perfume industry, and all of them were curious about the Midu blend.

After Ji Chaozhou has talked for a while, each time his eyes would subconsciously look for Cheng Liu. She was not beside him but also never far away from him.

As it was now, Cheng Liu was sitting lazily beside a table, her elbows resting on the back of the chair, the fingers that wore the silver snake ring tapping slowly on the table top.

After confirming that she was there, Ji Chaozhou retracted his gaze and gently touched the watch on his wrist.

The watch that he wore on purpose.

… …

Some people at the exhibition were not paying attention to the perfume at all. 

Half of the time, their eyes were on Ji Chaozhou, and the other half, they were on Cheng Liu.

Some even secretly took out their cell phones to take pictures of Cheng Liu and Ji Chaozhou.

This was not a social event for her, so Cheng Liu didn’t drink. She sat there and looked at Ji Chaozhou standing not far away, tall and slender, with a figure as straight as a pine tree on a cold mountain. He probably very rarely attended banquets, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people who didn’t recognize him.

Even so, he stood there calmly and spoke with a composed demeanor.

Cheng Liu looked at his profile, and for a moment she was dazed. It felt like she had seen his profile at that cruise dinner half a year ago.

It was just a moment, and Cheng Liu began to reflect on herself: How could she combine the shadows of Ji Chaozhou and Wang Hongyang?

This was really wrong!

At this time, Ji Chaozhou, who was not far away, suddenly turned his head to look at Cheng Liu. His cold and frosty amber eyes gradually melted after seeing her, and his brows and eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of gentleness under the overhead lights.

Cheng Liu restrained herself and reached up to cover her violently beating heart.

How could this feeling be the same as with Wang Hongyang? I must have been dazzled and got muddled just now!

If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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FOOTNOTE:

1. KPI is Key Performance Indicators. It’s a metric to measure if one was able to reach one’s goals/targets. In this case, Kong Zhouyun probably had a target number of forwards/comments per month designated by his employer. ↩︎