The high salary did indeed tempt Jiang Yue. After all, her salary hadn't been very high before, and it wasn't that she hadn't seen so much money before, but she had never earned this much.
Jiang Yue pretended to be in a difficult position, as if she was not swayed by money at all: "But I don't really want to broadcast my daily life to the audience. I'm not good at acting, and I have a bad personality."
She paused, then continued, feigning nonchalance, "If the audience saw my terrible personality and spoiled temper, wouldn't they hate me? Would my fans dislike me? You know, I'm somewhat famous now, so I have more to worry about."
What she said sounded like it really made sense.
The producer thought to herself, "That makes so much sense. It's quite rare that she even knows I have a bad temper and a spoiled personality."
Seeing her hesitant demeanor, the producer, fearing the sponsorship he had secured might slip away, pulled her back to sit down: "Look, we can discuss the fee further. If you're not satisfied with the amount, we can increase it even more."
Jiang Yue raised an eyebrow: "Really? You don't think I'm forcing you to raise prices, do you? I'm really hesitant and have a lot of concerns, but I'm not short of money."
The producer immediately interrupted her: "How could I think you deliberately raised your price! Our show needs you. You know you're very popular with the audience, everyone likes to watch you, and whether our show can become a hit depends on you."
"Teacher Jiang, please don't underestimate yourself, and don't overthink things."
The producer gritted his teeth and then said, "Okay, let's add another ten million."
This is practically an astronomical sum for variety show appearances.
Even if it wasn't him who paid for it, the producer still felt the pinch.
If this gets out, it will probably shock a lot of people.
Having worked in this industry for many years, I've never received this much compensation except for money laundering. Even if I were to launder money, I wouldn't dare to do it this way, since I still have to pay taxes!
The producer couldn't help but think to himself, "Mr. Zhou is really rich and powerful; he doesn't care that so much money has gone down the drain."
Look at how he pursued his wife; he spent money without batting an eye.
Unlike some people who only know how to put sera into gift boxes they collect like scavengers.
Jiang Yue feigned a conflicted expression, frowning as if she were truly tormented by a guilty conscience; her acting skills were even better than some popular young actresses.
They completely fooled the producer in front of them.
After much hesitation, she reluctantly agreed: "Alright then."
The director seemed afraid she might change her mind, so he immediately had someone print out the contract that had been prepared beforehand, with the amount of her remuneration revised before printing.
Jiang Yue wouldn't just sign the contract like that. Even though she felt that no one would dare to tamper with the contract now, she still said, "I need to take it back to my lawyer to take a look. If there are no problems, I'll have someone send it to you after I sign it."
The director was extremely anxious and made a quick decision: "I'll go with you to see the lawyer right now."
Jiang Yue could tell he was anxious, but she didn't expect him to be in such a hurry. Since she had nothing else to do in the afternoon, she went with the producer to the lawyer who was helping her draft the divorce agreement. After carefully reviewing the contract, she confirmed that there were no risks.
Jiang Yue then signed her name on it.
The producer breathed a sigh of relief, holding the contract as if he had acquired a fortune.
After leaving the law firm, he immediately called his sugar daddy back.
"Mr. Zhou, Ms. Jiang has just signed the contract."
The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and hoarse, sounding rather flat: "Thank you for your hard work."
Jiang Yue glanced at the time. After the producer left, she stayed an extra half hour because she had other things to ask.
The lawyer had a complex relationship with this wealthy woman, one of both fear and affection.
I like this client who is so generous, but I'm also terrified of her wildly imaginative ideas.
It's utterly absurd!
Sure enough, Ms. Jiang did not disappoint him this time. Holding the newly signed contract, she asked him very seriously, "If I bring my hired husband along, it shouldn't be considered a breach of contract, right?"
lawyer:"……"
She should let him off the hook.
Why do you keep giving him difficult problems?
The lawyer cleared his throat and earnestly informed her, "Legally speaking, it's not feasible."
Jiang Yue blinked innocently: "But I'm divorced now. I don't have a husband, so I don't have any married life. I can hire one. If they hire one, it will be my ex-husband."
"I haven't forgiven my ex-husband yet, and I don't want him to get his way so quickly."
Men should be kept on tenterhooks – this is one of the countless rules in dating guides.
Jiang Yue did attend classes very seriously.
After a long silence, the lawyer asked, "Did you and Mr. Zhou go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get your divorce certificate?"
Jiang Yue quieted down, and after a long time, she seemed to suddenly remember this matter, but it seemed that she hadn't.
The lawyer could only try to reassure them, "The recording time for the program is not long, so you don't need to worry too much."
Jiang Yue seemed disappointed and sighed, "I thought I could find a fake husband."
Jiang Yue is actually quite clever. Zhou Ji accepted the program's invitation, and this stingy producer suddenly became so generous. Something was definitely amiss.
If you use your brain and think about it for a moment, you can figure out the whole story.
Zhou Ji must have been the one to interfere.
He always seemed to have everything under control, as if everything was within his expectations.
Jiang Yue was determined to give him a surprise.
Before leaving the law firm, she hadn't given up on the idea; if she could meet someone suitable to play her husband, it wouldn't be a bad idea.
Even if it doesn't work out in the end, making Zhou Ji so angry that he's baring his teeth is enough to achieve her goal.
After leaving the law firm, Jiang Yue had the driver take her to the kindergarten.
Her clingy son would ask the driver to take an extra detour to the Qin family's house before he went to school each day, sometimes before she was even out of bed.
The boy, dressed in his school uniform and carrying a backpack, stood obediently at the bedroom door, only glancing at her secretly.
Sometimes when she got up early, the boy would look at her longingly, not forcing her, but just making a humble invitation: "Mom, can you pick me up from school when you have time?"
If Jiang Yue really doesn't have time, then forget it.
When she has nothing else to do, she is still willing to be a loving mother.
That saying was right; feelings are cultivated.
She is now a beautiful and kind-hearted mother.
On the way home, Jiang Yue saw other kindergarten children carrying huge bags and laughing happily.
She suddenly realized that she had never given Zhou Zhengchu any gifts.
It seemed that every time, she was taking food and drink from her six-year-old son, and Jiang Yue felt a long-lost pang of conscience.
So when they were almost at school, Jiang Yue got off the bus and bought one from a roadside vendor. It was even bigger than her face.
It's still pink!
She held it, and several times she almost couldn't resist eating it, but thinking of her well-behaved, sensible, and handsome son, she tried her best to resist.
We arrived at the kindergarten.
Jiang Yue couldn't resist and got bitten. She swore she really just wanted to see what the difference was between pink and white.
Not because she's greedy!
Seeing that it was missing a bit, Jiang Yue suddenly felt a little embarrassed to present it to her son.
While she was struggling with her inner turmoil, the kindergarten children were dismissed from school.
Jiang Yue reluctantly took the "incomplete version" into the school. The boy followed behind the teacher, seemingly unwilling to hold her hand, and slowly walked out of the classroom.
The little boy was wearing a handmade, custom-made school uniform, black shorts, white socks, and a pair of delicate little black boots.
She has fair skin, big eyes, and thick, long eyelashes.
She looks just like a delicate and beautiful oriental porcelain doll from a TV show.
Jiang Yue noticed that he seemed to be like this throughout kindergarten: he didn't seem happy, didn't like his teachers, and didn't like his classmates.
It seemed as if they sensed something.
The boy suddenly looked up and saw the woman standing not far away. His clear eyes slowly brightened, and he ran towards her, his childish voice filled with undisguised joy: "Mommy!"
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