Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 300 - 274: Why Are You Putting on Airs with Me?

Upon entering the hall, Ji Sang was unable to spot Fu Yisi. However, she had no extra time to consider personal matters. The press conference was only an hour away, so she had to collaborate with Zhao Qing to set up and adjust the equipment.

The hall was not very spacious, and it could accommodate only about forty to fifty people. Journalists from various media outlets were either tinkering with their photography equipment or preparing questions to ask later.

Ji Sang’s task today was simply to film the entire press conference.

She was the person in charge of the main camera, and of course, there were other photographers from the station who would be recording from different angles. These photographers had arrived earlier to scout the location, which is why they didn’t come with Ji Sang.

Indeed, there was just too much to handle at the station.

Ji Sang found a spot and began to set up the tripod, while Zhao Qing stepped forward to help but was turned away by her.

"Go stand by the lectern in front, I’ll adjust the height from there."

Ji Sang’s demeanor while focused on her work appeared colder, serious, and earnest.

Zhao Qing raised an eyebrow, sneering inwardly. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Still putting on that pretentious attitude, huh? With just a little temptation later on, wouldn’t she still fall right into my hands?

After not seeing any movement for quite some time, Ji Sang frowned in dissatisfaction and looked towards Zhao Qing.

From the moment this person greeted her, she had a general idea of what type of individual he was. He was truly incapable of hiding his emotions and thoughts, especially during the car ride.

Thinking back to Zhang Quan’s hesitating gaze when leaving the TV station, Ji Sang’s expression grew colder.

"The station sent you here to assist me with the work. If you don’t want to do it, you can go back right now," she said.

Zhao Qing held up his hands.

"Sister Ji, you’ve misunderstood me. Why wouldn’t I want to do it? I do, very much so."

Zhao Qing looked at Ji Sang with a smile that held deeper meaning.

Ji Sang’s brow furrowed even tighter, but before she could speak, Zhao Qing turned and walked toward the lectern with a smile.

There were quite a few people in the hall. As soon as Zhao Qing stepped up, he attracted everyone’s attention, which then unified and turned towards Ji Sang in the back who was adjusting the equipment.

Sheesh, usually during similar press conferences, isn’t Tan Jinseng responsible for them? How come today they’ve changed to such a young, and so... strikingly beautiful young lady?

For a moment, everyone was speculating about who Ji Sang was, that so young, she was the principal photographer for such a high-level press conference.

Ji Sang was, of course, aware of their gaze, which made her appear even colder. Her originally soft facial features and contours now exuded an aura of supreme indifference.

After finalizing the adjustments, Zhao Qing walked back down from the lectern.

Standing beside Ji Sang, at a somewhat close distance, he asked in a frivolous tone,

"Sister Ji, how do you know that young policeman?"

The "young policeman" Zhao Qing was referring to was Qiming.

Ji Sang lowered her brows, checking the camera’s position, and replied rather perfunctorily.

"An acquaintance by chance."

Zhao Qing tilted his head. Considering the way the young policeman had looked earlier, he felt it wasn’t just a passing acquaintance.

"Sister Ji, I think you should also consider replacing your car."

The car Ji Sang drove today was the one she bought with her scholarship money during her university days; it wasn’t a high-end brand, nor was it expensive.

Therefore, Zhao Qing believed even more that Ji Sang was a poor woman. She may be haughty now, but wouldn’t she bow her head just the same when he offered some money?

As the "poor" Ji Sang, who was the daughter-in-law of the top-notch Fu Family, the heiress of the Ji Group, and an internationally renowned photographer: ...

If she had been able to tolerate her inherent aversion to Zhao Qing earlier due to her work, her patience had now run out after Zhao Qing broached what was clearly a personal matter.

She didn’t care what kind of opinion Zhao Qing had of her; as long as he didn’t disturb or offend her, she was utterly disdainful of wasting her energy on him.

However, this did not mean that she was oblivious to what Zhao Qing thought or intended to do.

Ji Sang’s face was cold, and she finally met Zhao Qing’s gaze seriously. Just when Zhao Qing thought he could throw out the phrase "I can help," Ji Sang tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Her tone was cool,

"What does it have to do with you?"

The smile on Zhao Qing’s face stiffened, and then his complexion turned somewhat unsightly.

Being interested in Ji Sang was one thing, but being treated like this by her was another matter.

Just some minor photographer, yet he dares to snub him?

Zhao Qing had come to the television station purely because of connections through his family. His professionalism was poor, and he was even more clueless about what being a station’s special invited photographer meant. Of course, he didn’t know that Ji Sang was an internationally renowned photographer, whom Lu Ming had tried to book several times.

"What kind of attitude are you putting on with me?"

Zhao Qing did not restrain his voice. In a hall designed like this, as long as the voice was a little louder, everyone inside the room could hear it.

Everyone looked over.

Some had puzzled looks in their eyes, others watched as if expecting a spectacle;

This young girl is too young, seems like she can’t control people, huh?

Zhao Qing had thick skin; with so many people looking over, not only was he unashamed, but he also felt somewhat smug.

He wanted to see how Ji Sang could keep pretending to be high and mighty.

Everyone was watching Ji Sang, wanting to know what she would do.

Just when Zhao Qing thought she had no options, Ji Sang calmly took out her phone and made a call.

The other end picked up quickly.

"Deputy Director, could you please send another assistant over?"

Lu Ming’s first reaction upon hearing this sentence was that Zhao Qing had done something wrong.

Without even asking, he agreed immediately.

"You focus on your work, leave the rest to me."

After hanging up, Ji Sang put her phone back in her bag, swept a glance over Zhao Qing indifferently, and then turned all her attention to the camera.

Ji Sang did not know how Lu Ming would deal with the rest, but right now, she really didn’t want to interact with Zhao Qing anymore.

A profligate scion, a person who does not take their work seriously, is truly not worthy of respect.

Zhao Qing was still surprised that she dared to call Lu Ming, and the next second, his phone rang.

Not knowing who was on the call, Zhao Qing’s face changed rapidly, and after hanging up, his face was ashen. After giving Ji Sang a fierce glance, he left the hall.

This incident made everyone even more curious about Ji Sang.

Moreover, some had heard her call the other person "Deputy Director."

Isn’t Lu Ming the deputy director of the television station?

Lu Ming was known in their circle for being strict and cunning, yet this young girl could actually call Lu Ming directly to handle the situation here?

It was incomprehensible.

Everyone only knew that, when the press conference was over, they wanted to approach Ji Sang for a little chat.

Because Zhao Qing left, Ji Sang needed someone to do the following work. When only half an hour was left, a hand suddenly stretched out to help?

Ji Sang did not look up.

"New assistant?"

The person did not reply but chuckled softly.

Ji Sang paused in her movements.