Depressed wife runs with the ball

At that time, Ji Yan's girlfriend who had been with him for several years was also at the dinner table. She knew that Ji's father and mother had always been satisfied with Chu Yue. Many businesses in their son's office were supported by Jia Dazhao and Chu Yue. Jia Dazhao was an old friend of Ji's father. They had worked together for many years and knew each other well. However, the two elders had never seen Chu Yue before.

Ji Yan was a playboy who loved to play around with the world. He had originally chosen to attend the top art college in China because he thought it was full of beautiful girls. Later, he met Chu Yue at the college. He had also been a frequent girlfriend changer, and after meeting this junior sister, he thought that if she became his girlfriend, she would be his only girlfriend for at least the next few years of college. Who knew that she would always be cold to him? In comparison, he preferred the sweet and well-behaved. He couldn't resist this kind of flower from the top of the mountain, so he treated her like a junior sister.

This girlfriend had endured for several years, thinking only of marrying him, and turned a blind eye to many of his affairs, so she didn't dare to express any opinion on Chu Yue's status.

"I wouldn't dare." Ji Yan had grown increasingly reluctant to lose his temper with Chu Yue over the past few years. Many of his clients came to him because of her. If he truly angered this girl enough to quit, his firm would be bankrupt. Besides, she hated socializing and dining.

Looking at the girlfriend next to him, Ji's mother didn't know what to say next.

Chu Yue's insomnia became more and more serious. He often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he sat cross-legged in the living room and drew. While drawing, he leaned on the sofa and fell asleep. He ate less and less, and he always did things slowly at home.

There was no TV on the TV wall, but a whiteboard was hung on it. Her paintings were stuck to the whiteboard with hard magnetic strips and magnetic particles overlapping each other. When the wind blew on the balcony, the papers would make a rustling sound.

There was a double sofa, no coffee table, but a drawing table with a rolling easel and two small paint carts. The surrounding cabinets were piled with painting tools and filled with books. The rug in front of the sofa had a lot of paint spills on it, but she hadn't had time to clean it yet. On the wall separating the kitchen and the living room hung an oil painting she had created, showing her and her grandmother cuddling together, smiling as they watched their grandfather yawn in a recliner. When she couldn't sleep, she would talk to the grandparents in the painting, toasting to them, crying and laughing.

On either side of the whiteboard, she built a flower wall rack, holding two pots of hanging bluebells. They grew larger and larger, and later, they were divided into separate pots, expanding from the initial two to six or seven. The dining table was round, with only two chairs and a tray on top, holding a pot, two cups, and some paper towels. She rarely cooked and rarely opened the kitchen, so there weren't many utensils inside. The dish cupboard was filled with the various wine glasses she'd bought over the years.

One room was a bedroom, and the other she had converted into a study and dressing room—essentially, a wardrobe with a lift-up desk and a computer monitor on top. She couldn't fold clothes, so the wardrobe could only be made to hang clothes. Occasionally, she'd drink in there and then fall asleep.

After Zhou Xingzhi joined the group and completed the change of group leaders, he was often busy in the president's office for several days.

After Lao Jia learned about the changes in Xinghui’s senior management, he found Ji Yan again and said, “We will definitely be able to take over Xinghui this year!”

Ji Yan wasn't interested in Xinghui, only in Zhou Xingzhi. Zhou Kecheng had never mentioned Zhou Er in public before, so suddenly he entrusted him with such an important task. He wondered if his eldest son was truly hopeless, or if his second son truly possessed exceptional qualities. A 29-year-old bachelor, one of the few in Qiancheng, was a rare sight. He wondered how many wealthy and wealthy families would be moved to tears by his presence.

Li Xiaosu, the leader of Design Team 2, is taking a week off next week to get married. He wants Chu Yue to take over some of his design drafts, but Chu Yue is on a business trip. He goes directly to Ji Yan, who asks him to send the materials to Chu Yue's email.

After Xinghui won the bid for the brand design, Lao Jia called Ji Yan overnight to share the good news. That morning, he went to Design Team 2 to look for Li Xiaosu, but he wasn't there. He then realized he'd taken some time off to get married.

He could only find Ji Yan and ask him to ask Chu Yue to attend the discussion meeting with Xinghui next Tuesday morning. Ji Yan played with his phone and nodded thoughtfully.

On Monday morning, he went to Chu Yue's office to look for someone. Instead of talking about Xinghui, he talked about Shen Yaolin, who had caused a lot of trouble with her in college.

"Did you receive the invitation?"

Chu Yue sat on the chair, looking at the paints and easel piled up next to her desk. Her office was about to become a studio.

"What invitation?" The voice was weak.

This shouldn't be the case. He didn't even send her an invitation? Although most of the time it was Shen Yaolin who harassed Chu Yue unilaterally, but for something like a wedding, he should have sent an invitation to this Bai Yueguang to show off.

His hand that was turning the ballpoint pen suddenly stopped. He thought that the two of them were still in contact, so she didn't look for a boyfriend all these years. But now Shen Yaolin is getting married, and she has no idea about it.

"You don't know that Yaolin is getting married?"

She raised her eyes, and her heart tightened when she heard his news. After thinking for a long time, she nodded and said dully, "Marriage is good, it's good."

The girl really didn't let it go. "Do you want to go take a look?"

"No, I'm afraid I'd feel sick and embarrassed if I went." She quickly adjusted her mood, regained her composure, and turned on her computer, pretending to work.

It's better not to go, to save yourself the trouble. Ji Yan didn't try to persuade him any further and got down to business. "Xinghui's brand design seminar will be held at the Xinghui Building on Tuesday. Isn't Xiao Su going back to get married? Lao Jia hopes you can go in person."

"Why do you always ask me to do this kind of thing? If the client says he wants to meet me, I have to go. Am I a designer or a marketing and public relations person? Go find Sister Jianing." She was already annoyed on Monday, and when she heard that she had to report the PPT to the client tomorrow, she became even more annoyed. She flicked the mouse and started to complain.

"Auntie, that's Xinghui! We've been waiting for Xinghui for two years. Go there tomorrow, dress formally and put on some makeup." Lao Ji knew that once he talked about work, she would get angry within a few words and would slip away quickly.

Chu Yue rubbed his forehead back and forth with his right hand, and vented his anger: "Old Ji, I might really want to kill you one day!"

In the afternoon, Lao Jia also came over to give her some instructions, asking her to take it seriously. He also took a look at the PPT she prepared and added: "Talk about more cases to let them know our strength." Chu Yue cooperated with her in a friendly manner and did not change anything.

When the group entered the Xinghui brand department on Tuesday morning, there was a small commotion. Some people whispered, pointing at Chu Yue and asking, "Who is this beautiful woman? Is she new? Was she sent in by that parachuted-in vice president?"

The director of Xinghui's brand department invited the three of them to sit in his office. Lao Jia introduced them, "This is Zhang Jianing, our design director, and this is Director Wang from Xinghui."

A few of them nodded to each other as a greeting. Director Wang quickly retracted his hand from its mid-air position and said to Lao Jia, "As expected of a designer, your aesthetic standards are much higher than those of ordinary people, and your employees are also so outstanding." He said this while looking at Chu Yue.

Zhang Jianing is married with children, so she doesn't want to be too controlling of subordinates like Chu Yue, but she does occasionally give her a hard time when dealing with Party A. She doesn't like it, but she doesn't want to do anything too extreme.

Lao Jia nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the point, asking, "Which conference room is it in? Let's go prepare the PPT first."

Director Wang then took the three people into the conference room.

There weren’t many people in Xinghui’s brand design department, but with the public relations department also participating, the chairs in the conference room were surprisingly full.

Chu Yue was reporting project cases in front of the projector and analyzing Xinghui's brand plan. The people below were listening attentively. Perhaps it was because the person on the stage was beautiful, the listeners all looked at one side and were surprisingly serious.