After Divorce: Pursued by Cohabiting Boss

Chapter 102

Li Zhen called out twice more before Yu Sheng finally opened his deep, dark eyes. “Li Zhen?”

“We can go now.” Li Zhen straightened up.

Yu Sheng’s head ached and his consciousness was not yet fully clear.

He lay in the chair, gazing up at Li Zhen.

The moonlight was exceptionally beautiful tonight. Lost in a daze, it was as if he had returned to his college days.

On those hot summer nights, on the occasions they didn’t go to the library in the evenings, they would go to the lawn by the lake.

Li Zhen liked to sit with her hands propped behind her, craning her slender neck to gaze at the bright moon and stars in the sky.

He would lie there, a blade of grass in his mouth, hands cradling his head, eyes glancing sidelong as the gentle moonlight hugged Li Zhen, cloaking her in a thin veil of white light.

He could stare at her, clear and unabashed.

Gaze at the contour of her profile, her petite earlobes, her pert nose.

Yu Sheng breathed a soft sigh.

It had been so long since he had looked properly at Li Zhen. Had he really been wrong to devote too much energy to his work?

In the past, he had wanted to excel in his own right, to help his mother understand Li Zhen was not a burden to him, but rather his greatest spiritual support.

But now he didn’t need his mother’s approval of Li Zhen, nor for her to see his hard work and ambition.

These past three years.

He had not stopped for a single day, like a precisely calibrated instrument.

“Li Zhen, I’m a little tired, I want to rest for a while...” On Yu Sheng’s handsome, resolute face appeared a hint of fatigue, his tone still lazy from the alcohol.

He should set aside more time for her.

Li Zhen thought he was talking about the tedious socializing at tonight's banquet. “Thank you for tonight, Yu Sheng. You worked hard. We can leave now.”

Li Zhen's tone was polite and detached, as if speaking to a passing stranger who had casually helped her.

But Yu Sheng did not detect anything amiss.

The two left the hall and went to the parking lot. Li Zhen got into the driver's seat.

Yu Sheng stood outside the car, perplexed as he looked at her.

Li Zhen buckled her seatbelt. “You have a fever, it’s unsafe for you to drive. I’ll do it.”

Yu Sheng said nothing as he got into the passenger seat.

As the car started, Yu Sheng got a phone call.

He turned on the hands-free Bluetooth.

Yu Yang's anxious voice came through the speakers. “Bro, where did you go? Are you working overtime again?”

Yu Yang had just gone to Jinlu Garden and was shocked to find his brother had gone back to work right after taking two days off for a high fever. He was even more shocked that he still wasn’t home so long after getting off work.

Yu Sheng: “The Li family had a banquet tonight. I'm at their house.”

Yu Yang’s tone suddenly grew louder. “A banquet? But you’re sick...”

Yu Sheng’s brow furrowed as he instantly turned off the Bluetooth.

He continued the conversation on his phone, listening to Yu Yang's nagging.

“Okay...I know, I'm on my way back now... Fine...”

Li Zhen didn't pay much attention to the brothers' conversation.

But when Yu Sheng suddenly disconnected the hands-free, it made her glance over at him subconsciously.

-

The advertising department was especially busy over the next few days.

Sales of SCC's new collection were skyrocketing.

During lunch break, Zhang Xiya was so tired she barely had the energy to eat. “I shot three sets of photos just this morning! Going nonstop between changing clothes, makeup, sets, shooting locations...I'm exhausted.”

“I'm the same way,” Meng Yuanjie complained.

Li Zhen glanced at them. “Don't try to sell your sob story when you just got a windfall. Weren’t you two secretly calculating how much extra you’ll make in bonuses this month?”

“No conflict, no conflict. Loving money and loving to complain aren't mutually exclusive,” Meng Yuanjie chuckled.

“You know, ever since our new collection blew up, tons of celebrities are clamoring to be the new spokesperson,” Zhang Xiya started gossiping.

Qiao Yi chimed in after taking a sip of soup, “I heard they already selected the spokesperson.”

It was just for the collection, not the overall brand spokesperson.

But for celebrities, SCC was Haihai Group's luxury line. These lucrative opportunities were highly desirable.

“Also...” Qiao Yi leaned in and lowered her voice. “I heard they chose a famous actress and a trending starlet. And that starlet only got in by bribing one of our execs.”

“Which exec?” Meng Yuanjie asked, intrigued.

“That I don’t know,” Qiao Yi shook her head, then smiled and added, “Whenever the company gets a new collection spokesperson, it means sales will explode. Those times make me happiest since I make the most money.”

“We make more but work harder too. After we power through the next few days, let’s splurge and go somewhere nice to unwind,” Meng Yuanjie smiled as well.

The mention sparked a thought in Qiao Yi and she took out her phone.

Li Zhen was sitting right next to Qiao Yi. From the corner of her eye, she inadvertently got a clear view of the screen.

It showed every expense Qiao Yi had made recently, as well as the ad shoots she had done the past two days and the estimated bonuses she would earn.

Li Zhen felt a twinge in her heart and gently said to Qiao Yi, “Anyway, don't try to tough things out yourself if you need any help.”

Qiao Yi was deeply moved but maintained a smile. “Don't worry, don't worry...”

-

In the afternoon, Ren Zongshun gathered everyone for a meeting.

In the advertising department conference room, Ren Zongshun cleared his throat. “Let’s have a quick meeting to arrange something.”

“As you all know, we recently got two new collection spokespersons. Someone from the ad department needs to be on set to liaise with the talent.”

“It won’t take long, just a few days.”

“And it’s pretty laidback. You just sit there on set, communicate company-related matters with the talent, that’s it.”

“Who’s willing to go?”

After Ren Zongshun finished, there was dead silence below.

The leader made it sound nice by saying it was liaising, but in reality most celebrities had haughty temperaments.

They would treat this liaison role as a personal assistant the company had provided them, and order them around.

No one wanted to do this kind of job.

Most importantly, this was the busiest time with the most ad shoots, meaning the highest bonuses.

Going to wait on celebrities meant a huge pay cut.

Ren Zongshun expected no one to volunteer, “Then let’s grab a red envelope. Whoever has the best luck goes.”

Below, everyone started moaning.

Ren Zongshun sent a red envelope in the department group chat. Everyone reluctantly clicked to open it.

Zhang Xiya rubbed her hands greedily. “Please, please, let all my bad luck go into this red envelope. Let me open the smallest amount!”

She closed one eye and grimaced as she tapped the envelope.

“Yes! One cent!” Zhang Xiya was so happy she nearly jumped up.

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