My wife is in my arms

Chapter 372: New Year's Eve

After yesterday's rain and snow passed through.

The temperature dropped several degrees the next day, but fortunately, the sky parted the clouds and a rainbow appeared. Strands of light shone through the gaps in the clouds and fell over the city.

Early in the morning.

After finishing her morning vocal training, Jiang Yiren was about to watch her husband teach Xiao Zishan to play the piano, but was called away by Han Hui.

As the end of the year is approaching, many large companies will hold their annual year-end parties.

As a singing queen, Jiang Yiren would naturally be invited to sing, and this is also a kind of commercial performance.

Especially at this time, large companies, in order to show their big company status, will quote a price slightly higher than usual. Today, Jiang Yiren was invited to attend the year-end party of a large e-commerce company.

In addition to the e-commerce company's year-end party, Jiang Yiren also attended the launch ceremony of a high-end real estate project. When the boss said he wanted to give her a house, Jiang Yiren smiled and refused.

This does not mean that the boss has any bad intentions.

He just wanted to use Jiang Yiren's fame to sell his own property better.

"Singing queen Jiang Yiren lives in the community." When this news was learned by the owners who came to view the houses, the style of the community immediately improved. This is also a common trick used by many developers.

As long as the celebrities receive the money, they will use their fame to promote their own real estate. Even if the celebrities are dissatisfied, they have to suffer the loss in silence. After all, they should be grateful for the money they receive.

Jiang Yiren is not a newcomer to the entertainment industry, so she naturally understands the thoughts of these businessmen. Anyway, as long as she accepts this house worth more than two million yuan, the developer can use her fame to make more than ten times the profit.

So she refused straightforwardly.

Commercial performances are commercial performances. Putting aside the nature of commercial performances, she does not accept any extra gifts. On this point, Jiang Yiren has a very clear understanding.

One session in the morning and two sessions in the afternoon.

Although she didn't sing many songs, Jiang Yiren felt a little tired after running all day.

After all, she was not running alone now, but running with two people. Because of this, when Jiang Yiren returned to the car after finishing her work, she inexplicably felt resentful towards the one at home.

Since the Hundred Flowers Awards performance ended and her husband's identity became known to most people, in addition to piano performances, her husband has also received many commercial performance opportunities, and even a piano training institution invited him to be an honorary teacher.

He didn't have to do anything, just put his name on the piano training institution and he could earn two million a year, but her husband refused without even thinking about it.

But later Jiang Yiren thought about it and felt that two million was indeed a little too little. It was just that another piano judge had already offered a price of three million, but he actually refused it.

He also said something like "That's not how you make money, and I'm not qualified to comment on others."

In short, asking him to take on a commercial performance is like asking for his life. If he didn't have a lot of work to do after the New Year, Jiang Yiren would have planned to put her current work on hold and try to stick with him for a while.

If you don't make money when you can, you may not have the opportunity to make money in the future.

If you have money in hand, you will not panic when encountering problems.

And after a while, two more big spenders were added. How could we not make money?!
The sunlight after the rain was clearer than usual, and even the city seemed to have been washed. The exterior glass of dozens of floors of office buildings reflected dazzling light under the sunlight.

Jiang Yiren drove to the airport and sat in the car waiting quietly.

A few hours ago, she received a call from her best friend Zhang Yi. She must have been unhappy at home and was about to return home before she had been there for long. She also asked her if she had time to pick her up.

What can Jiang Yiren say?

It would have been fine if he hadn't come back, but since he came back and asked her, Jiang Yiren had no choice but to accept it.

Even though she was sitting in the car, Jiang Yiren, who was wearing sunglasses on her face, could hear the "buzzing" sound of the airplane engine above her head. The sound was very loud at first, but as the plane flew away, the sound gradually became smaller until it could no longer be heard.

Just a moment later, the sound came again. Jiang Yiren simply put on her headphones and started listening to music. She didn't like the sound of airplanes. It wasn't because they were too loud or noisy, but because the sound of airplanes always had a strong sense of oppression, which made people feel a little panicked.

Due to yesterday's heavy rain, many flights at the airport were postponed. Today, when the weather improved, all flights resumed.

I looked at the time and it was almost half past four. According to the boarding time Zhang Yi mentioned, it would probably arrive in a while.

Zhang Yi comes from a not-so-remote city and his hometown is in a small town.

When she was still in school, Jiang Yiren went to play with her for a few days during one summer vacation. At that time, the people in Zhang Yi's hometown gave Jiang Yiren the impression that they were very simple and honest, and they loved to laugh. Their skin was as dark as Zhongxia, the girl her husband had just accepted as his disciple, but when they smiled, their teeth were particularly white, just like Zhongxia's girl.

Jiang Yiren once joked with Zhang Yi that many people in her hometown were suitable for toothpaste commercials. However, compared with Zhang Yi's hometown people, Zhang Yi's skin was very white. It was not out of the ordinary, but it was a little obvious.

The light has changed from the nearly white at noon to a warm color, which is a sign of the sunset. At this time, Jiang Yiren, who was wearing headphones, heard an incoming call and she immediately clicked it.

"where!?"

Zhang Yi's voice came from the phone.

Jiang Yiren mentioned a place, and after about seven or eight minutes, Jiang Yiren saw Zhang Yi, who was wearing a baseball cap and a mask on his face, walking towards her with a bag on his back.

Jiang Yiren quickly honked the horn, and then the passenger door was opened. Zhang Yi, wearing a black snow fleece jacket and black leggings, sat down in the passenger seat.

"Where's your husband!?"

Zhang Yi asked with a smile.

"..."

Jiang Yiren was stunned for a moment, then said unhappily, "Ask my husband again, and I'll give you a ticket back home."

"hehe"

Zhang Yi couldn't help but chuckle twice.

Her best friend is watching her husband very closely now, unlike before, when she was not afraid that he would not run, but was afraid that he would run slowly. After teasing her best friend, Zhang Yi seemed to be relieved and said, "Finally, I don't have to deal with the people at home. I have been at home for such a short time, and they almost annoyed me to death."

"Why don't you bring your parents over for the New Year?!"

Jiang Yiren asked.

"I asked, but they didn't want to come and accompany me, their daughter. Anyway, as long as I'm a married girl and I pay them regularly, they don't care about that. Having a son is enough for them."

Zhang Yi looked indifferent.

The car drove for a while. Because there were many cars, Jiang Yiren waited for a few minutes until it could drive normally. At an intersection, Jiang Yiren immediately turned and took another road.

When she came, she was stuck in traffic for almost half an hour. Now she has to take another route to go back. The detour will definitely take more than ten minutes, but compared to being stuck in traffic, this route will definitely save time.

Park the car in the garage on the underground floor of your house.

Jiang Yiren and Zhang Yi entered the living room on the first floor and walked up the stairs to the second floor. There was no indoor elevator in Mr. Lin's villa, but it could definitely be installed. It could be installed directly at the entrance of the stairs. It just so happened that space was reserved for installing an elevator there during the renovation, but Jiang Yiren really didn't plan to install one.

Installing an indoor elevator in a house with only three floors is a completely unnecessary waste. Even if you have money, you wouldn't do it this way.

"Little Shan..."

I was just about to ask where Xiaozi Shan had gone.

Zhang Yi heard pleasant piano music coming from the third floor, and it seemed that an old CD was playing at the same time.

(End of this chapter)