The Host Has Fallen for the Second Female Lead Again - Chapter 2

The blare of car horns filled the air, and Ji Mingxiao felt a surge of frustration as she gripped the steering wheel with one hand.

She looked up and her eyes landed on Zhuo Xi’s face on a large LED screen not far away. Zhuo Xi had recently become the global spokesperson for the E brand, a connection made by Fu Youzheng.

Zhuo Xi’s career was flourishing, a fact that would make any actress green with envy.

Ji Mingxiao pulled a slight smile, took out her phone, and snapped a picture of the screen. She then sent it to Zhuo Xi.

Fu Youzheng: “Sweetheart, you look so beautiful. When will the rest of the world know you’re my wife?”

There was no reply, but Ji Mingxiao wasn’t bothered.

The traffic finally started to move. After she got home and showered, she received a reply from Zhuo Xi.

Zhuo Xi: “I miss you, too.”

As expected, Zhuo Xi had completely ignored the other part of her message.

Ji Mingxiao was also heading to Country D in two days, but she had no intention of contacting Zhuo Xi about it. Her flight was scheduled for 6:30 p.m. the following day, and she would only be there for two days. Ji Mingxiao glanced at her tight schedule. She needed to close a deal and would be flying back at 9 p.m. on the return flight.

The next day, Ji Mingxiao arrived at the airport at 5:30 p.m. She had only brought three people with her, and her luggage was minimal. She barely spoke, her sunglasses covering half her face, but her downturned lips showed her unpleasant mood.

“What’s wrong with the CEO?”

“I have no idea.”

The three assistants exchanged a glance and started to whisper.

Ji Mingxiao suddenly stopped, her eyes fixed on something, and then she ran in a certain direction.

“CEO?” The three tried to follow, but the airport was packed, and she was gone in a flash.

How could she run so fast in high heels?

Ji Mingxiao stared intently at a figure in the distance.

The woman had fair skin, and her hair was tied back in a casual ponytail, with a few strands hanging loose. She looked to be around twenty years old. She stood by a restroom entrance, looking down at her phone, dragging a suitcase.

Ji Mingxiao’s pace slowed. She watched the woman, hesitant to get closer, afraid it was all a dream.

The woman noticed someone watching her and looked up, frowning slightly and looking at Ji Mingxiao with a puzzled expression. “Excuse me, can I help you?”

“Excuse me, are you Ruan Shaojia?” Ji Mingxiao asked.

The woman froze for a moment, her expression a mix of conflict and bewilderment. Then she shook her head decisively. “No.”

Ji Mingxiao looked at the face that was identical to Ruan Shaojia’s and offered a polite smile. “My apologies. You just look a lot like a friend of mine who suddenly went missing. So… my apologies.”

“Oh, I see,” the woman nodded.

“Would you mind sharing your contact information?” Ji Mingxiao asked, looking at her.

The woman frowned. “I think that’s probably not a good idea.”

Ji Mingxiao’s eyes dropped, a hint of disappointment showing, but the smile on her face didn’t change. “My apologies for the intrusion. I hope you have a great day.”

She put her phone back in her pocket, took one last look at the woman’s face, and turned to leave.

“Host, your actions just now were a bit risky.”

“Whatever.” Ji Mingxiao was not in the mood to argue with the system. She returned to where she’d left her three assistants, who were still waiting for her.

“CEO, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

The three noticed that their CEO’s mood seemed even worse.

The CEO would usually start working as soon as they boarded a plane, but today, she just stared out the window, doing nothing.

Ji Mingxiao’s mind was a mess. Only the dead could be bound to the system. If that woman was truly Ruan Shaojia, then she was dead.

When did she die? Why hadn’t Ji Mingxiao heard anything about it?

She furrowed her brows.

The woman hadn’t immediately denied the name, which meant she likely recognized it. The refusal was probably due to the system’s rules, which prevented all task-takers from revealing their true identity during a mission.

Ji Mingxiao took a sip of tea, tapped her fingers on the table, and started going through documents.

The flight to Country D was fourteen hours long, enough time for her to handle some work and get some sleep, even though she disliked sleeping on planes.

The others were relieved to see Ji Mingxiao finally returning to normal.

When they arrived in Country D, the pre-arranged car was already waiting to take them directly to the hotel to rest.

Ji Mingxiao didn’t set an alarm and slept like a log, but she didn’t oversleep.

When she woke up, she saw a message from Zhuo Xi.

Zhuo Xi: “Dearest, the gown you prepared… it doesn’t seem to suit me.”

Fu Youzheng: “How can that be? You look good in anything, sweetheart.”

Zhuo Xi saw the message from Ji Mingxiao and nearly threw her phone. She wanted to change the gown, but the dress Fu Youzheng had sent had arrived just in time, and Zhuo Xi, trusting Fu Youzheng implicitly, hadn’t prepared any alternatives. Now, with the red carpet about to start, it was too late to contact any brands.

She was so annoyed she could grind her teeth, but she didn’t dare get angry with Fu Youzheng.

Ji Mingxiao guessed Zhuo Xi’s expression from her silence and smirked.

Fu Youzheng: “Don’t you like it? I spent a long time picking it out.”

Zhuo Xi: “Of course I like it. I like everything you prepare for me.”

Zhuo Xi: Mothertrucker

Ji Mingxiao was walking the red carpet alone. She could have walked with Zhuo Xi, but she had refused.

Of course, Zhuo Xi didn’t know she was coming; if she had, she would have insisted on walking with her.

The gown Ji Mingxiao had prepared for herself was much more beautiful than Zhuo Xi’s, tailored specifically for her to accentuate her best features. It had also cost a lot more than Zhuo Xi’s dress.

Her turn on the red carpet came early, and she captivated countless people as soon as she stepped out of the car.

But as a CEO who was here in her capacity as a producer, she had no interest in being photographed. She walked the red carpet quickly, ignoring the journalists’ pleas to slow down, and after signing her name, she went straight to her seat.

Zhuo Xi, receiving a message about Ji Mingxiao and seeing a photo, had a somewhat distorted expression.

“Why didn’t she tell me she was coming?” Zhuo Xi said in a low voice.

“Maybe she wanted to surprise you,” said Zhuo Xi’s manager, Wu Duo. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Look how beautiful her dress is,” Zhuo Xi said, biting her lip. “And she gave me this.”

“You know how good President Fu is to you. That gown is from Y’s head designer and cost 1.8 million. She probably wanted to give you the best,” Wu Duo said, patting Zhuo Xi’s hand. “Don’t get mad at her, you hear me?”

Zhuo Xi nodded.

Thinking about Zhuo Xi’s impending embarrassment, Ji Mingxiao’s mood improved considerably. She smiled, chatted with the people around her, and switched between languages effortlessly.

When it was finally Zhuo Xi’s turn, Ji Mingxiao looked up at the big screen and almost laughed out loud.

The dress wasn’t ugly, but it was awkward and looked uncomfortable on Zhuo Xi.

Ji Mingxiao took out her phone, opened the live stream, and started to read the comments.

What is Zhuo Xi wearing? It doesn’t suit her at all.

But it’s expensive, friends. Her whole outfit is worth seven or eight million. She’s a walking ATM.

I’m dying laughing, it’s so ugly.

Does Zhuo Xi think she looks good right now?

Xi Xi is the most beautiful!

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