After returning to the master bedroom, Ji Shiting went to shower while Ye Shengge rolled around in bed.
Ji Shiting was her fan!
That was enough to make her excited for a long time.
Especially when that man didn’t know she was Summer Wood.
Ye Shengge couldn’t help imagining how shocked he would be when he found out the truth.
Ji Shiting walked out of the bathroom and saw the woman rolling around the bed like a fool.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Ye Shengge stopped laughing and sat up. “Are you done? It’s nothing. I’m just happy.”
“Because I praised your idol?” Ji Shiting shot her a glance.
He walked to the side of the bed and put the towel in her hands, then he sat down with his back facing her.
Ye Shengge obediently sat behind him and wiped his hair with a towel.
“That’s right. It’s my honor for my idol to have a super fan like you.” she said, smiling. “Are you not interested in her at all?”
Ji Shiting closed his eyes and could hear how smug he was, and he couldn’t wait to tell him the truth.
He curled his lips and said, “Mrs. Ji, let me remind you that it’s me being interested in other celebrities isn’t a good thing for you.”
Ye Shengge didn’t know what to say. Indeed, with Ji Shiting’s status, he could easily get any star he wanted.
“I know you’re not that kind of person!” She said. “Summer Wood is different. Do you know why?”
Ji Shiting leaned back into her chest and said, “Not interested.”
Ye Shengge was rendered speechless. She snorted and said, “Okay, I’ll stop.”
She started to dry his hair, and when it was almost dry, she went to the dresser and brought over the hairdryer.
“Okay!” Ye Shengge stood in front of him and said. “Am I a good wife? It isn’t a loss marrying me right?”
Ji Shiting looked at her and didn’t say anything. He walked to the desk and took a document from the simple bookshelf. “This document has been here for two days. Come and sign it.”
Ye Shengge was dazed. She walked to his side and read the documents.
“Ah! It’s the contract for the studio!” Ye Shengge was thrilled.
“Give it a name,” Ji Shiting said. “After all, you’re the boss of the studio.”
“Is Shi Sheng Studio okay with you?” Ye Shengge blinked and observed him carefully.
Ji Shiting paused for a second, smiled and said, “Sure. Please.”
Ye Shengge knew that the man had seen through her intentions, but since he didn’t object, she wrote down Shi Sheng studio and signed off on it.
After signing the document, she had gained 50% of the shares of Shi Sheng’s studio rather easily.
She had been smug about how it wasn’t a loss for Ji Shiting to marry her, yet she had just been given a slap in the face.
The man had given her far more than she could give him.
Ye Shengge’s eyes were moist.
When she signed the papers, Ji Shiting’s phone rang, so that man walked over and picked up the phone.
It was Grandpa Ji asking him to bring Ye Shengge back to the manor for dinner.
Ji Shiting agreed and hung up the phone. He turned around and saw the woman’s glistening eyes.
