After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 3

At 12:00 midnight, Song Yu was still stuck in the middle of the road, unable to move an inch.

By this time, Ji Minghui’s international conference had already concluded.

Song Yu let out a heavy sigh. It seemed there was no escaping it tonight. Since she couldn’t get away, she stopped rushing. She picked up her phone, opened the camera, and took a selfie while making a peace sign with one hand. After selecting her location, she posted an update to her Friends circle.

Song Yu: Stuck on the Second Ring Road.

The post was accompanied by the peace-sign selfie and a “super annoyed” emoji.

This was her way of “reporting in” to Ji Minghui. Originally, Ji Minghui had demanded that she report her whereabouts via texts or phone calls, but Song Yu didn’t love her at all and had zero desire to chat with her. After countless rounds of resistance, she had finally achieved a “phased victory” getting Ji Minghui to agree to let her report in through social media posts instead.

Why was it called a “phased victory”? Because her ultimate goal was to be able to go wherever she wanted without ever having to report her itinerary to that lunatic Ji Minghui again.

Within seconds of posting, dozens of people had already liked the update.

Xiao Ya from CNiis Sales, Jenny from ANGY, Vice Store Manager Chen Chen from NoNo… They were all luxury brand sales associates.

Meanwhile, Ji Minghui had just stepped out of the conference room. As soon as she took her phone from Assistant Zhao, she saw messages from Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi: President Ji, President Song went out for a drive again. Jiang Yi: President Ji, President Song is stuck on the Second Ring Road.

The two messages were sent thirty minutes apart. Jiang Yi also forwarded a short video.

Ji Minghui: Okay. Ji Minghui: I know.

After replying to Jiang Yi, Ji Minghui clicked on the video. Once she confirmed the person in the video was indeed Song Yu, she frowned. Didn’t Song Yu say she was tired and going to bed early? Why did she run out for a drive? And even though it was midnight and not peak hour, why was the Second Ring Road still congested?

Just then, several project team members walked out of the meeting room. Seeing Ji Minghui, they greeted her one after another.

“Goodbye, President Ji.” “See you tomorrow, President Ji.” “Bye, President Ji!”

Ji Minghui turned around. “Bye-bye,” she replied, a gentle smile appearing on her face. “Today’s deal was handled beautifully. None of you are getting away tomorrow. I’m going to visit every single one of your cubicles to hand out bonuses.”

The employees broke into cheers. “Thank you, President Ji!” “You’re the best!”

Driven by the thrill of a high bonus, one employee shouted, “President Ji, we love you!”

A colleague nearby joked, “Don’t talk nonsense, President Ji has a girlfriend.”

Everyone in the Yu-Sui Group knew that Ji Minghui’s girlfriend was the founder of the company. Song Yu. Another person teased, “If President Song heard that, she’d definitely be jealous.”

The employee quickly corrected himself, “I didn’t mean that kind of love, I meant respect! President Ji, we deeply respect you.”

Ji Minghui gave a helpless laugh and waved them off. “Alright, get home and get some sleep.”

Only then did the employees, exhausted from hours of overtime, head toward the elevators chatting and laughing.

“I’m not going home,” one employee said excitedly. “DJ Meiling is performing at Wander Bar tonight. I’m a huge fan, I have to go see her.”

“DJ Meiling?” someone asked. “That influencer who dances on livestreams?”

“Exactly!” the employee nodded vigorously. “I saw live updates in the fan group. So many fans went to see her that the Second Ring Road is completely backed up.”

Another employee added, “I remember now. Just one kilometer north of the Second Ring exit is the bar street. Wander Bar is right there.”

Hearing this, Ji Minghui’s eyes narrowed slightly. DJ Meiling?

Could Song Yu have snuck out in the middle of the night just to see this DJ Meiling? Song Yu had indeed been obsessed with livestreams lately, often staying up late to watch them. Ji Minghui pursed her lips. Was Song Yu a fan of this woman too?

Secretary Su asked, “President Ji, are you heading home or going back to the office?”

“You and Xiao Zhao don’t need to worry about me,” Ji Minghui said gently. “Go home early. You’ve both worked hard lately. I’ll give you tomorrow morning off, just come in the afternoon.”

Touched, they replied, “Thank you, President Ji!”

Ji Minghui’s lips curled into a smile as they headed for the elevator.

“President Ji is truly an angel boss,” Secretary Su whispered to Assistant Zhao. “Great personality, takes care of us workers, and so generous.”

“Yeah,” Zhao agreed. “She’s a big CEO, but she’s so refined and quiet. I never expected her to be so approachable.”

“It might be because of her history,” Su explained. “I heard from the veterans that when Ji Minghui and President Song were starting the company, things were incredibly tough. They had to go to business meetings in President Song’s beat-up second hand car that was always breaking down.”

“Why doesn’t President Song come to the office anymore?” Zhao asked curiously. She hadn’t seen her in all the years she’d been there.

“President Song has a weak heart, she gets sick if she’s overextended. After the first round of financing, she stepped back to the second line.”

“That’s a shame,” Zhao sighed.

“It’s not that bad,” Su smiled. “Ji Minghui and President Song’s relationship is incredibly good. A few years ago, Ji Minghui transferred all the assets under both their names to President Song alone. She’s said more than once that she’s just a high-level worker for President Song because all the money she earns is handed over to her.”

“What should I do?” Zhao clutched her heart. “I’m so jealous of President Song I could die.”

Secretary Su shrugged. “Who isn’t? Ji Minghui is elegant, gentle, kind, a breadwinner, and a homebody… the list of her virtues is endless.”

It wasn’t just the employees of Yusui Group, even the city’s elite social circles were green with envy over Song Yu.

Once the assistants were out of sight, Ji Minghui turned back into the conference room. Now alone, she locked the door behind her.

“DJ Meiling?” Ji Minghui kicked over the nearest chair. “What the hell is that?”

“DJ Meiling!” she hissed, kicking over another chair.

Song Yu had lied to her, saying she was sleepy, only to sneak out for this DJ? Ji Minghui’s lips were pressed tight, a frantic rage surging within her. She wiped her forehead and gritted her teeth. “It’s fine.”

DJ Meiling was an influencer, which meant she probably wanted to be in the entertainment industry. Since Yusui Group owned the largest entertainment agency in the country, Ji Minghui could simply sign her. Once signed, she had plenty of ways to make DJ Meiling disappear from the public eye and especially from Song Yu’s sight, forever.

She pulled out her phone and messaged the head of her entertainment subsidiary.

Ji Minghui: I don’t care how much it costs. Sign DJ Meiling within the month.

After sending the message, she kicked two more chairs in a cold fury. Once her emotions were somewhat spent, she took a deep breath, straightened her professional suit, and bent down to pick up the chairs she had overturned.

She sat down and kicked off her high heels. Song Yu had been acting cold lately, no matter how much she pleaded, Song Yu refused to touch her. Being kept at a distance like that left her on a short fuse, which was why a simple name like “DJ Meiling” could trigger such an outburst.

Ji Minghui opened her social media and saw Song Yu’s post with the location. The timely report calmed her slightly. She stared at the selfie. Song Yu had a vivid, striking beauty, too striking, in fact. She always attracted the wrong kind of people.

People like herself.

Whenever they went out, even with Ji Minghui standing right there, people would ignore her existence and try to ask for Song Yu’s contact information. That was why she didn’t dare let Song Yu go out alone. Of course, sometimes Song Yu insisted, and Ji Minghui couldn’t win the argument. But even then, she would secretly follow behind, watching her every move to ensure Song Yu wasn’t getting entangled with other women.

Ji Minghui leaned down and kissed the screen where Song Yu’s beautiful face was displayed. With a doting look, she saved the photo to her album.

After taking several deep breaths to stabilize her mood, muttering “I chose this ancestor myself, I have to spoil her for life” several times, she finally initiated a voice call to Song Yu.