Chapter 63 Raise the Banner of Jiang and Song!

8:50 AM, the company reception desk.

Su Tian straightened her brand-new business suit and took a deep breath in front of the large mirror in the elevator lobby.

She was twenty-two, a fresh university graduate, with a round face, big eyes, and two shallow dimples when she smiled; she was the quintessential sweet girl.

To have overcome all obstacles and fought her way into this film company with its mysterious background and ridiculously high salary as a receptionist, Su Tian felt she must have saved the galaxy in her past life.

But she had one fatal weakness: she was a severe lookist, especially prone to blushing whenever she saw a beautiful woman.

"Ding—" The elevator doors slid open smoothly.

Su Tian immediately stood up straight and put on her most standard eight-tooth smile.

A pair of black patent leather high heels stepped out of the elevator first.

Director Jiang Ning was wearing a sharp, tailored dark gray tuxedo suit with a black silk camisole underneath. Her long, jet-black hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head with a silver hairpin. One hand was tucked into her suit pocket, while the other held an iced Americano. Her pace was composed, and she exuded an unapproachable, cold aura.

Su Tian's gaze traveled from those straight, long legs all the way up, finally locking onto Director Jiang Ning's breathtakingly cold and glamorous face.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Blood rushed to her head with a "boom," and Su Tian's round cheeks turned as red as a ripe tomato at a visible speed.

"Pres... President Jiang, good morning!" Su Tian stammered, her voice trembling involuntarily.

Director Jiang Ning stopped and swept her gaze over the face of the little receptionist who was blushing so hard she looked like she might bleed.

She had an impression of this young girl recruited by Assistant Tang Ying; although she looked scatterbrained, she was meticulous in her work and impeccable in her conduct. It was just this habit of blushing whenever she saw her that was truly helpless.

"Morning." Director Jiang Ning nodded slightly and casually placed an exquisite paper bag on the marble reception desk. "I picked up a matcha mousse while buying coffee downstairs. Take it and eat. Turn up the AC; your face is flushed red from the heat."

Leaving these words behind, Director Jiang Ning did not linger, striding with her long legs directly toward the president's office.

Su Tian held the chilly paper bag, blankly watching Director Jiang Ning's back disappear behind the glass door, holding her face and screaming wildly in her heart.

This boss is just too cool! Cold yet considerate—who can resist this?!

An hour later, an understated nanny van parked below the office building in the Jing'an CBD.

Song Shishi wore a black baseball cap and a pair of large oversized sunglasses, covering almost half her face. She wore a slim-fitting white cropped T-shirt paired with high-waisted wide-leg jeans, revealing a sliver of her waist that was dazzlingly fair.

She walked into the building alone, heading straight for the floor where Lemon Pictures was located.

At the reception, Su Tian was looking down, checking delivery slips. Catching a glimpse of a tall figure approaching, she immediately lifted her head with a professional smile.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Song Shishi took off her sunglasses and winked at Su Tian, revealing an extremely bright and charming smile: "I'm looking for your President Jiang. I have an appointment with her."

Su Tian felt her eyes light up.

These features, this skin, this aura that blended purity and seduction! And this voice was so sweet it could make one's bones melt!

Her old habit flared up again, and Su Tian's cheeks turned red in a "whoosh."

She scrambled to check the visitor registration log, but it was completely empty.

Just as Su Tian was at a loss, Assistant Tang Ying emerged from the corridor with some documents and spotted Song Shishi standing at the reception desk.

"The Handmaiden Song Shishi, why did you come over in person?" Assistant Tang Ying quickly stepped forward, her tone extremely familiar and respectful, "The boss is waiting for you in the office; please, come in."

Su Tian stared blankly as Assistant Tang Ying ushered this peerless beauty into the internal passage, her brain frantically searching for where she had seen this familiar face.

Two minutes later, she gasped sharply.

Song Shishi! The female lead of that short film nominated for the Venice Film Festival!

In the president's office, Song Shishi didn't even knock, pushing the door open and walking straight in.

Director Jiang Ning was sitting in the large executive chair reviewing a contract. Hearing the commotion, she looked up and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Didn't I say I would go to the set to sign the contract with you tomorrow? Why did you run over here in this hot weather?"

Song Shishi took off her hat and tossed it onto the sofa, then walked over to the desk in a few steps. She braced her hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and stared into Director Jiang Ning's eyes.

"I couldn't wait. I wanted to see the empire you built with my own eyes."

As she spoke, she used hand gestures, appearing indescribably quirky.

Director Jiang Ning chuckled and pushed a contract that was fully a dozen pages thick in front of her.

"Forget about the empire, the contract is right here. Assistant Tang Ying drafted this agreement: S-level top treatment, a seven-to-three split in your favor, and the company provides all top-tier publicity and legal support. The penalty for breach of contract is listed as one yuan. Take a look; if there are no issues, sign it."

This kind of exploitative clause that essentially pays the other party is something you wouldn't find a second copy of in the entire entertainment industry.

Song Shishi didn't even look at the dense clauses, flipping directly to the last page, grabbing the Montblanc fountain pen on the desk, and signed her name with a flourish.

"Aren't you going to look carefully? Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?" Director Jiang Ning watched her crisp, decisive movements, a glint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"If you sell me off, that's even better; then I'll be entirely yours."

Song Shishi walked around the desk and naturally moved into Director Jiang Ning's large office chair, wrapping her arms around her neck and resting her chin on her shoulder, her voice soft and sweet.

"President Jiang, from now on, I'll be relying on you to support me."

4:00 PM, company break room.

This area had been built by Director Jiang Ning with a heavy investment to be extremely stylish. Imported coffee machines, a double-door refrigerator stuffed with Geisha coffee beans and French desserts, and large, comfortable fabric sofas made it a sanctuary for employees to slack off.

At the moment, there weren't many people in the break room.

Director Jiang Ning and Song Shishi were sitting in the booth closest to the window.

On the table were two freshly heated light meals. Song Shishi held a fork, poking at the broccoli on her plate with extreme disdain, her little mouth pouting high.

"I come to you and it's still this kind of light meal. I really want to eat a big feast. I don't like onions or this! My mouth is going to go bland to the point of death."

Director Jiang Ning leaned back on the sofa, one hand holding her phone to handle emails, while the other hand reached over naturally, picking out the broccoli and onions from Song Shishi's plate bit by bit and moving them onto her own plate.

Her movements were practiced, and she didn't even take her eyes off the screen, only sparing a glance at her.

"Stop complaining. To avoid bloating on camera, just endure it. I've picked it clean; hurry up and eat."

Song Shishi looked at the cleaned plate, a burst of mischievous laughter erupting in her eyes. She put down her fork and scooted closer to Director Jiang Ning.

"My hands are sore, I can't cut the beef." The girl dragged out her voice, acting spoiled in a blatant manner.

Director Jiang Ning finally put down her phone and turned her head to cast a cold glance at her. But under the gaze of those watery, big eyes, this feigned coldness only lasted for three seconds before failing.

Director Jiang Ning sighed, resignedly taking her knife and fork, cutting the low-fat beef into uniform small pieces, and even spearing a piece to hold it to Song Shishi's lips.

"Open up. This is the last time; don't expect it again."

Song Shishi's eyes crinkled with a smile as she bit into the beef. After finishing it, she picked up the iced Americano at Director Jiang Ning's side and took a big sip through the straw quite naturally.

Behind the coffee machine not far away, Su Tian held her cup, freezing in place, her heart pounding like a drum.

Today, she had truly opened her eyes. The usually ice-cold President Jiang was, in front of this Song Shishi, simply a doting wife-spoiler with no bottom line!

Picking out onions, cutting beef, feeding her, sharing a straw!

This wasn't a boss and employee; this was glaringly obvious, exquisite love!

Su Tian felt a rush of blood go straight to her head. She bit her lower lip hard to prevent herself from screaming, her hand trembling as she took out her phone.

Two minutes later, a QQ group chat named "Lemon Internal Secret Sugar-Shipping Organization" was quietly established. Three girls from her department who were closest to Su Tian were added to the group.

[Reception - Tiantian]: Aaaaaah! Help! I'm about to suffocate! Do you know what I just saw?!

[Admin - Xiaoyuan]: What's wrong, Tiantian? Did you see a ghost?

[Media - Ali]: Spill the tea!

[Reception - Tiantian]: Our President Jiang and that Venice Film Festival lead actress who signed today are in the break room!

[Reception - Tiantian]: President Jiang is picking! Onions! Out for her! She even cut the beef and fed it to her by hand! The gorgeous Song directly drank the coffee from President Jiang's cup! And President Jiang didn't get mad!

[Admin - Xiaoyuan]: Holy crap?! Iceberg female CEO X stunning, delicate female celebrity? What kind of divine trope is this!

[Media - Ali]: I can testify! I passed by just now and saw it too! The look the gorgeous Song gave President Jiang was practically stringy with affection!

[Reception - Tiantian]: I announce that from today on, I am our company's number one CP fan! I'll ship this couple first as a sign of respect!

[Admin - Xiaoyuan]: Count me in! Hoist the Jiang-Song banner high for me!

In the booth by the window, Director Jiang Ning did not yet know that she had become the protagonist of an exquisite CP in the eyes of her employees.

She pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the sauce from the corner of Song Shishi's mouth.

"Once you're full, go back to filming. You're flying to Venice with me at the end of the month; adjust your schedule in advance."

"Sister Huo will take you to the set in a bit. She is someone I hired at a high price; learn to communicate with her more, and if you have any needs, tell her."

Song Shishi seized the opportunity to grab her wrist, while her other hand gave a quirky salute.

"Understood, President Jiang."