Limited-Time Attachment - Chapter 4

“Sigh, I really shouldn’t have told you about this. Besides, that contract is so small, anyone in the studio could handle it. It’s really not worth you going to shoot it personally.”

Song Ming drove to Yue Xi, where Ji Shan met her, looking like he was rushing to a fire. As they walked toward the meeting room, Ji Shan was still wallowing in regret, muttering incessantly.

“Are you finished yet?” Song Ming was reaching her limit with his nagging.

“I’m finished, haha,” Ji Shan forced a bitter, humble smile, pleading, “You’re my boss. Can we just focus on taking good photos and stop terrorizing the models?”

“I’ll play with whoever I feel like playing with. Stop annoying me.” Song Ming completely ignored Ji Shan’s buzzing and turned to push open the meeting room door.

To her surprise, the person inside looked familiar.

“President Song.” The client waiting in the room stood up familiarly and greeted her with great respect.

Song Ming raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“I am Lin Yu, Vice President of Jiaxin Arts. We met at the Four Way Innovation Summit,” Lin Yu said.

“Jiaxin,” Song Ming paused for a moment. “Under the Zhong Group.”

Lin Yu: “Yes.”

The relationship between Song Ming and the Zhong family was somewhat delicate. Given the scene she had caused back then, almost everyone in the Zhong Group had likely heard rumors about her. It was hard to say what Lin Yu was thinking as he stood in Yue Xi’s meeting room now.

Song Ming turned to look at Ji Shan.

Ji Shan put on an innocent act, his face practically screaming: ‘It has nothing to do with me, I know nothing.’ He chimed in, “It was President Lin who specifically requested that Teacher Song lead the shoot for Jiaxin’s new advertisement.”

Song Ming didn’t bother with him and sat down on the sofa. “Looking for me?”

“Yes,” Lin Yu nodded. “Showing up like this might seem a bit presumptuous, but I heard that even after shifting to photography, President Song’s achievements remain brilliant. I had no choice but to set aside other options and ask for your help.”

Song Ming gave a noncommittal nod and asked a completely unrelated question: “What is your Young Master Zhong up to these days?”

Lin Yu froze. “Are you referring to the second son?”

“Yes,” Song Ming nodded. “Him.”

Lin Yu smiled. “The second son is currently primarily focused on international trade.”

International trade… Hmph. It seemed there had been another shift in the power dynamics within the Zhong Group.

Song Ming glanced at Lin Yu. Theoretically, someone from the Zhong family shouldn’t be taking the initiative to provoke her. Unless…

Whose idea was it for this man to come here?

Lin Yu asked, “I wonder what your thoughts are, President Song?”

Song Ming hesitated for a moment before asking, “What’s the timeline?”

Lin Yu visibly relaxed, his tone becoming much warmer. “Filming starts in half a month. If you have no objections, I will send over the product materials and core concepts first.”

“Fair enough,” Song Ming answered absently.

After seeing Lin Yu out, Ji Shan collapsed onto the beanbag chair next to Song Ming. He let out a long breath and wailed, “You have no idea how difficult that guy is. Why was he so well-behaved in front of you? It’s truly bizarre.”

Song Ming didn’t move. She propped her chin on her hand, staring fixedly at a mug in the distance, lost in thought.

Receiving no response, Ji Shan looked at her warily, suspecting she was up to no good again. “What are you thinking about, my dear President Song?”

“The Zhong family,” Song Ming uttered two brief words, frowning as she leaned back into the sofa.

Ji Shan looked confused. “What’s wrong with the Zhong family?”

What was wrong with them… As Song Ming listened to Ji Shan, her mind was filled with that troublesome woman from the Zhong family.

Song Ming didn’t really want to see her in fact, just thinking about that woman gave her a headache. Yet, she couldn’t help but want to show the Zhong Group some leniency because of her.

Truthfully, the Zhong Group didn’t deserve any special treatment. Song Ming disliked letting personal feelings influence her decisions, it went against her principles. But an inexplicable sensation pricked at her heart, impossible to ignore, forcing her to recall memories that had long since departed from her life.

Forget it, Song Ming sighed inwardly.

“Where is that… synchronized swimmer you mentioned?” Song Ming looked at Ji Shan.

Ji Shan: “…” My dear ancestor, can’t you act professional for even a second?

Song Ming couldn’t. In fact, the moment she got the model’s information, she wanted to ask them out for afternoon tea.

Ji Shan scrambled over, using both hands and feet to pin Song Ming’s hand down. His eyes widened in shock. “President Song, have you lost your mind?”

Song Ming looked at him with great impatience. “Are you done for today or what?”

“No, no, no,” Ji Shan continued to refuse. “You are my star player. You have to cherish your reputation!”

Song Ming was currently in desperate need of a distraction to wash away the weird feeling lingering in her heart. The model’s profile picture was a photo of herself, the shape of the model’s eyes looked gentle, but her lip line was sharp. She looked like she would be good to kiss.

Her it is then, Song Ming decided randomly, shaking Ji Shan off. “Go talk to your clients and stop bothering me.”

“Wait, wait! Old Zhou next door is hosting a party tonight,” Ji Shan grabbed her sleeve again. “Old Zhou knows how to throw a party, his events are always lively. Forget afternoon tea, that’s so boring!”

Song Ming was silent for a moment. She looked at the enlarged photo in her hand and had to admit that a noisy environment would probably be more effective at helping her escape the entanglement of these strange feelings.

“Let’s go,” Song Ming compromised.