Grandma Ling was unhappy. They hadn't succeeded in recognizing Ke Meiyu in the first place, and now they were using the power of the whole family to force Ke Meiyu to acknowledge her ancestors through public opinion.

But why did the neighbors go off-topic and question Ke Meiyu's true identity?

She couldn't help but argue, "The old man himself said that the jade pendant and the birthmark are the evidence!"

"Otherwise, how could we possibly allow an imposter to come knocking on our door claiming kinship?"

"How many birthmarks are exactly the same in shape and location? And if they're paired with identical jade pendants, how could anyone mistake one for the other?"

No one continued the topic; after all, it was their business, and what could they say?

What does it matter if they recognize each other or not? These days, how many children get lost, abducted, or abandoned and drowned by adults who can't afford to raise them? Some people give birth but don't raise their children, and then try to take advantage of others who are doing well. Where in this world is there such a good thing?

Despite the Ling family's repeated protests, public opinion has been weak, like stagnant water, and has no deterrent effect whatsoever.

They couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. It was clearly their own cash cow, but it had been moved to the opposite side. They could only see the outstretched branches, but they couldn't even touch it!

Ke Meiyu is quite famous on the radio. Everyone likes to listen to her inspirational quotes and foreign language conversations. No one knows who leaked the information, but she was the voice of a puppet on the TV station.

Someone assigned her a job: to work with an entertainment host on a program, similar to her radio show appearances, where the main task was to answer audience calls and chat for a bit.

The station director was afraid she wouldn't listen, so he offered a few words of advice: "This is a newly launched program, and we want you to help build its reputation. We know you don't like to be in the spotlight, but things are urgent."

"Moreover, many viewers and listeners are looking forward to you showing your face, saying that they will feel at ease if they see your appearance."

“If the new host doesn’t warm up the audience during the show,” he paused and said, “you don’t need to worry too much about it, just do whatever makes you comfortable.”

Ke Meiyu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. "The station director has taken good care of me over the years. Since you've come to say this in person, it must be because of pressure from above. I can't back down, can I?"

"Okay, then please tell the higher-ups as well. The reason I don't usually show my face is because I have a bad temper. If there's anything I do wrong, please ask them to be more tolerant."

The station director nodded helplessly. "There's nothing I can do. Being in this position, there are too many things I can't control. It's even dragged you down from your original insistence on not showing your face."

"It's nothing," Ke Meiyu said with a light laugh. "I'm just afraid that if I'm too good-looking, it will put pressure on other people. Besides, my husband is a jealous man, and I don't dare to mess with him."

The station director was reassured by her words and then told his superiors that Comrade Xiao Ke was very capable, but he was just too straightforward, so he generally did not host programs that required a lot of screen time or improvisation.

But they don't care; as long as people participate in the program, and it's broadcast live during prime time, that's all that matters.

The viewership is very high in this time slot, people have few entertainment activities, there is no such thing as nightlife, life goes on as usual, and everyone is at home at this time.

Even if they're not there, they're visiting their neighbors or watching TV.

The authorities attach great importance to this program, not only by giving it a prime-time live broadcast but also by airing it on several radio stations at the same time, which shows their dedication.

The Ke family naturally knew as well, and they all watched it on television. Ying Yan, on the other hand, dropped Ke Meiyu off on his motorcycle and then waited in his office, watching television as well.

"Hello, viewers. I'm Yangzi, the Yangzi who goes down to Yangzhou in the third month of spring. I'm very happy to bring you a new entertainment program, 'The Journey of the Heart'."

"Our program, 'The Journey of the Heart,' will invite people from all walks of life to come to the screen, meet with everyone, chat, talk about themselves, their friends and family, and their work. We aim to bring you a unique and enriching life experience..."

"Of course, we'll start by talking about our TV and radio staff. Now, please welcome our first guest, Comrade Ke Meiyu!"

Hearing the voice, Ke Meiyu walked in and saw the host's smug smile as he turned away from the camera. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Yang Zi was none other than Huang Zhirong, the youngest of Ying Yan's sworn brothers!

Ever since Ke Meiyu and Ying Yan ruthlessly swindled the third, fifth, eighth, and tenth brothers out of that batch of flawed cloth, these men's fortunes have been emptied, and they owe a lot of favors. They are in a state of utter chaos, like headless flies.

Money can be earned back, but in order to maximize profits, they persuaded an adult garment factory to order a batch of machines for children's sizes. As a result, the machines arrived, but so much fabric was gone, leaving them with unsold machines.

With a huge mess to deal with, they have no time to bother anyone.

Even if they met again in the compound, Ying Yan was a leader-like figure, and he could easily make money with just a flick of his wrist.

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhirong has crossed over from her previous career to become a TV host.

This program requires the host to be poised, articulate, and good at creating a lively atmosphere. With the script provided by the production team and some practice, the host will naturally be able to handle the role.

"Hello," Yangzi said with a smile as she stepped forward to shake hands.

Ke Meiyu smiled slightly, her lips pursed.

Yang Zi wore a bright yellow business suit, a white shirt, and black high heels, which made her look tall and curvaceous. Paired with her flaxen short curly hair and heavy makeup, she looked stylish, sophisticated, and full of energy.

Ko Mei-yu wore a bright red, fitted, V-neck knit dress with ruffled cuffs and hem, and a white openwork shawl. Her shiny black hair was half tied up in a bun, with the rest draped over her shoulders.

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