Chapter 6 Recently I have been planning to get married

When Chu Zhiyi was sure no one else could see, she smacked the hand that pressed the camera shutter hard.

Why wouldn't it listen to her!

It just had to take that photo!

The three of them walked into the conference room, and Chu Zhiyi didn't dare to snap photos recklessly anymore. She took out her notebook from her bag, ready to take notes.

After the secretary set down the tea, Jiang Wencheng said to Yan Jingting, "President Yan, hello, we are reporters from the financial channel of Jiang City TV Station, responsible for this interview."

"Just get to the point," he replied.

"Okay."

Jiang Wencheng was an experienced interviewer; his questions were not sharp, but they hit the key issues.

Yan Jingting was reasonably cooperative, and he didn't withhold any information he could share with Jiang Wencheng.

Chu Zhiyi took notes and learned, thinking no wonder her college tutor strongly recommended that she learn from Jiang Wencheng.

Twenty minutes later, Chu Zhiyi's hand was beginning to ache from writing so much.

Yan Jingting stopped talking, picked up his cup of water, and Jiang Wencheng, very perceptive, also stopped the interview to drink water, taking the chance to check on how Chu Zhiyi was doing with her notes.

She handed her notebook to Jiang Wencheng.

Seeing Yan Jingting drink water, she then asked, "President Yan, it was wrong of me to take your photo without Mr. Yan's permission. Should I delete that photo?"

"Let me see it."

Chu Zhiyi took out the camera, planning to hand it over for Yan Jingting to look for the photo himself.

But she heard his assistant say, "Our President Yan doesn't know how to use a camera."

Chu Zhiyi hesitated for a while, then decisively pulled up the photo on the camera and handed it over again, "President Yan, this is the one."

Yan Jingting didn't move, only raised his eyebrows, looking up at her.

The distance between the two wasn't very far.

But Yan Jingting couldn't stand up, so he wouldn't be able to reach for it.

Chu Zhiyi and he looked at each other for a while.

In her mind, she wondered if he would kick her five meters away if she approached him right then.

After all, he was a ruthless boss who had tormented women to the point of landing them in a mental hospital!

Chu Zhiyi frantically imagined the expressions of disgust, aversion, and the desire to be far away that he might show if she got close to Yan Jingting.

"Zhiyi, aren't you going over?"

Jiang Wencheng gave her a nudge under the table.

Chu Zhiyi coughed and had no choice but to stand up and walk over to Yan Jingting, placing the camera in front of him.

Before she could speak, she smelled a faint scent of Ink Bamboo.

Odd, there was no perfume or scent diffusers in the conference room.

Where was the smell coming from?

Yan Jingting didn't pay attention to Chu Zhiyi getting distracted.

The photo in the camera was well taken, showing her slender fingers holding the black camera, gentle, her skin soft and exquisite, like tender scallions.

Her wrist was delicate, and one could easily wrap their fingers around the inside of her wrist and feel her pulse beating.

"President Yan, should I delete it?"

Yan Jingting looked away from the camera and saw Chu Zhiyi standing sideways, trying to keep her distance from him.

"It's a good shot, no need," he said.

Chu Zhiyi felt like he was praising her.

A faint smile of pride appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Noticing her getting carried away, Yan Jingting reminded her, "However, don't share the photo publicly."

"I understand," Chu Zhiyi briefly felt a surge of joy, not able to hold back her pride, "once I edit the photo, I will definitely send a copy to you, President Yan."

Yan Jingting neither approved nor disapproved.

Jiang Wencheng thought Yan Jingting seemed in a particularly good mood today. He pondered to himself that Chu Zhiyi indeed must have had interactions with President Yan before, and it would be even better if he could find out some of his personal matters soon.

After all, everyone loves a bit of gossip.

Especially when it's about Yan Jingting's.

Jiang Wencheng coughed and attempted to send a signal with his eyes to Chu Zhiyi.

Chu Zhiyi thought, what had to come, would come.

She put away her camera and, after hesitating for a long time, asked casually, "President Yan, what hobbies do you usually enjoy when you're not busy?"

Jiang Wencheng: "..."

Is that it?

What he wanted was to ask about Yan Jingting's love life, at the very least to inquire how many girlfriends he had had!

Not this kind of light and airy hobbies!

Before Jiang Wencheng could respond, Yan Jingting had already given an answer.

"Watching horse races."

Horse racing originated abroad, and if one isn't specifically informed, they might not even know what horse racing actually is.

Jiang Wencheng looked toward Yan Jingting's legs.

He had already thought of a subheading for the article.

'Business mogul with a disability, Yan Jingting, once dreamt of becoming a jockey—how reality wrings the heart!'

Chu Zhiyi must have known long ago that Yan Jingting liked watching horse racing, which is why she asked that question!

He had misjudged Chu Zhiyi!

Jiang Wencheng's eyes sparkled as he pressed on, "President Yan has achieved remarkable success. What are your outlooks on your personal love life now?"

Teacher! What are you asking!

This is Yan Jingting!

It's over!

Yan Jingting will definitely be angry now!

Chu Zhiyi glanced at Yan Jingting, heart thumping with fear.

She saw Yan Jingting casually look toward Jiang Wencheng, then suddenly met her own gaze that had sneaked a look his way.

A deep and pleasant voice arose by Chu Zhiyi's ear, "I do indeed have plans to get married soon."

Jiang Wencheng returned with joy written all over his face, as if he were reinvigorated with a second spring, utterly delighted.

While Chu Zhiyi looked as if she had seen a ghost.

That Yan Jingting could speak of plans to marry...

This didn't quite match what Yangyang had said!

Chu Zhiyi, doubting her life choices, watched as Jiang Wencheng sped off, leaving her behind as he drove away and forgetting his student.

Chu Zhiyi: "..."

Great, she was forgotten by her teacher.

"Reporter Chu."

She hadn't gone far when Chu Zhiyi was called from behind.

Turning her head, she saw it was Yan Jingting's assistant.

"Reporter Chu, you came with Reporter Jiang's vehicle, right? I saw Reporter Jiang leave earlier. Do you need us to give you a lift?"

Chu Zhiyi was pleasantly surprised, "No need, thank you. The subway station is close by, I'll just take the subway home."

"That's fine too." The assistant didn't insist any further.

Soon, he took out his phone, his voice gentle, "May I add Reporter Chu's contact? You can just send me that photo when you have time."

Since the photo was meant for Yan Jingting anyways, giving it to his assistant was just the same.

Chu Zhiyi added him as a friend and said, "I will send you the photo tonight."

"There's no rush."

The assistant said respectfully, "Take care, Reporter Chu."

"Goodbye."

Chu Zhiyi walked toward the subway entrance.

Meanwhile, the assistant, holding the phone, returned to the president's office in the company.

Handing the phone back to Yan Jingting, "President Yan, I've added Miss Chu's contact details."

Yan Jingting had just finished signing some documents. He took the phone and looked at the app's page.

The newly added contact was none other than Chu Zhiyi.

"You can leave work now."

The assistant understood and left.

As the wheelchair rolled, Yan Jingting faced the substantial sidelight window, but his gaze rested on the phone.

Sometimes, certain methods may be low, but they're particularly effective.

He opened Chu Zhiyi's social media profile.

At this moment, Chu Zhiyi hadn't yet managed to categorize him, so he could still see her profile updates.

The young lady had a colorful life during her university days, occasionally participating in voluntary activities and occasionally going on external gatherings with her club members.

There were also some photos she took herself.

Each was captivatingly beautiful.

Yan Jingting went through them one by one, and time suddenly advanced to evening.

The secretary knocked gently on the door, "President Yan, here are the financial analyses prepared by the finance department."

Yan Jingting put away his phone, his voice calm, "Bring them here."

After Yan Jingting finished his work and went home intending to eat dinner while finishing Chu Zhiyi's unseen social media posts,

When he clicked on Chu Zhiyi's profile again, a glaring set of words appeared in the center.

"Friends' posts only show the last three days."

Yan Jingting: "..."