Chapter 63: The Dress Trap

Chapter 63

Zhong Ruanxing was a little dazzled by that smile.

In her impression, since Song JinXing had become her, she had never smiled so gently.

She turned her head and looked at the twinkling Oriental Pearl Tower outside the window: "Forget it. After all, I'm a big star now. If I get photographed, it would be terrible."

Just then Song JinXing came in. She directly played him the audio recording of today's seminar, saving her the trouble of summarizing it again.

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the audio playback and the sound of Song JinXing typing on the keyboard. Zhong Ruanxing sat beside him. Although it was her own body, when she looked at it, she inexplicably felt a sense of reliance.

Just as her mind was wandering, Song JinXing suddenly asked her, "Regarding the issue raised at the seminar that the domestic economy is in a critical period of tackling tough issues, and the growth rate of the domestic economy in the second half of the year may fluctuate around 6.1%, what do you think?"

Zhong Ruanxing: "?"

What do I think?

I looked up, down, left and right.

I was listening intently, why did you suddenly ask me a question! Zhong Ruanxing was panicked for a moment, as if she had been called on by the math teacher in class. But Song JinXing's expression was very serious. He even paused the recording!!!

Zhong Ruanxing felt so desperate. Under his cool black eyes, her brain raced, and she stuttered, "I think with the global economy slowing down, the U.S. economy may also slow down in the second half of the year, which may have a visible impact on our foreign demand. Real estate investment will also be tightened. But the effect of tax cuts and fee reductions will be further leveraged, and monetary policy will also provide some support. So there should be no problem in keeping GDP above 6% this year."

After speaking, she saw Song JinXing smile slightly, and he didn't continue to question her, but turned his head to continue listening to the recording.

Zhong Ruanxing heaved a long sigh of relief.

When she reacted, she was suddenly delighted. She had actually understood what the seminar had been talking about these two days, and could speak out her views on the macroeconomy!

Zhong Ruanxing was instantly happy and proud. She couldn't help but want to call out to him, "Song JinXing..."

He didn't turn his head back, but there was a faint smile in his voice, "You're amazing, aren't you?"

Zhong Ruanxing laughed and fell back on the sofa.

Later when Song JinXing asked again, she was no longer so nervous. Although her ideas were still relatively superficial, she could get her point across. The two of them went back and forth, deepening Zhong Ruanxing's understanding of economics.

It wasn't until there was a knock at the door that this small economics seminar with only two participants was interrupted.

Zhong Ruanxing got up from the sofa, "It should be dinner, I'll get the door."

She opened the door, and it was Fu Ling standing outside with a waiter, and the smell of food came from the trolley. Fu Ling saw the figure sitting on the sofa in the living room at a glance through the half-open door.

It was the boss's wife!!!

The boss's wife came to see the boss!

But he remembered that the boss's wife was filming in Hangzhou, so why did she appear here at this time, friends?

"Thank you."

She turned her head, and under the dim yellow light of the balcony, her eyes shone like the starry sky, "Thank me for what?"

But he just smiled and didn't say anything more.

...

On the way back, he ran into Ran Ting pacing back and forth in the hallway. Seeing him appear, she let out a sigh of relief, "Ruanxing, where have you been? I called you but you didn't pick up, and you didn't reply to my messages either!"

Song JinXing glanced at his phone which he had put on silent earlier, and swiped his card to enter the room, "Just went for a walk, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing, just seeing how you were resting. The studio made an appointment with us for two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You can sleep in tomorrow morning. Go to bed early, okay!"

Song JinXing nodded.

The next day he didn't sleep in. His biological clock woke him up on time. Zhong Ruanxing had engagements early in the morning today, so they probably wouldn't see each other again.

After breakfast, Song JinXing compiled the contents of the past two days' seminars into a booklet, and adjusted the company's next business direction according to the policies discussed at the meeting. When all was done, it was almost noon. After lunch, Ran Ting took him to the studio to prepare for today's red carpet look.

The formalwear they were borrowing this time was from a foreign designer brand, niche but a red carpet regular. Their formalwear was always the first choice for second and third-tier artists, garnering praise every time.

But when Ran Ting took him to the address given by the other party, they were shocked to find the studio door tightly shut.

At first, Ran Ting thought it was locked from the inside, until no one answered no matter how much they rang the doorbell, did she start to panic.

Glancing at Song JinXing beside her whose expression was cold, she took out her phone with shaking hands to WeChat call the brand contact.

A red exclamation point popped up.

You are no longer friends with this person.

Ran Ting's mind exploded with a boom.

Since becoming Zhong Ruanxing's manager, everything had gone smoothly for her. After all, she was still young and had not experienced the dirty tactics in the entertainment industry. If it had been an experienced manager, they would have been wary as soon as the other party took the initiative to contact them yesterday.

Ran Ting really wanted to cry. At this moment her incompetence and naivety were exposed: "Ruanxing, what should we do now? It's already two o'clock, the red carpet starts at six, we don't have enough time. It's all my fault! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's all my fault--"

Song JinXing's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, answered, and Zhong Ruanxing's laughing voice came through, "How is it? Did you get the formalwear? Does it look good...Hmm? Who's crying? Sounds like Ran Ting."

She became alert in an instant, "What happened? Couldn't get the formalwear?"

Song JinXing said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it well. Just go to the airport with peace of mind." No matter when, he was always calm, "Don't worry and go to the airport."

After hanging up, Zhong Ruanxing's fingers tightened a little. Fu Ling was already packing for her, getting ready to go to the airport, when she suddenly heard the boss say, "Change to a late flight."

Fu Ling immediately took out his phone and after searching for a while anxiously said, "Boss, there are no more flights tonight. The earliest one is tomorrow morning at five."

Zhong Ruanxing said, "Then tomorrow morning at five."