Chapter 114: Rumors
This question does not require an answer.
Because it was not a question at all, but a naked declaration of war. It was like dropping a bomb on Jiang Yunhui's ears.
If you dare to touch my interests, don't blame me for exposing your true colors.
But...wait...
Jiang Yunhui still couldn't figure out how she knew Xiang Nuan's identity was fake? No one had ever seen Wan Qing back then, and even if they had, they wouldn't have known the relationship between them. In order to prevent her from getting caught up in this vortex of trouble, he had been carefully protecting her abroad.
It's just bluffing!
Just as he had made up his mind, Jiang Yunhui wavered again. Wasn't Hani's father's identity also secretive enough? Xiang Nuan knew it clearly, as if she had participated in the whole process. How could he guarantee that Wanqing's identity was impeccable?
The more Jiang Yunhui thought about it, the more he felt that there were many loopholes. He was worried even when he had dinner. Although Ran Ran noticed that the atmosphere was not right, he was smart enough not to risk stirring up a hornet's nest when his father was in a bad mood.
"Are you going to pick up your wife later?" Uncle Huo asked.
Jiang Yunhui shook his head: "Since she came here, she has been with us except for recording the show. We told her who she is. She needs to have friends, a life, and her own circle, so that Mrs. Jiang's identity can be more flesh and blood."
So letting her work and socialize is just to cover up her identity? Uncle Huo secretly sighed. This person always says one thing and means another. He is obviously not that kind of person.
"I'd better prepare a car for you. It's inevitable that young people will have trouble playing together."
"Uncle Huo." Jiang Yunhui suddenly called out, his expression somewhat gloomy: "People like us are extremely boring, right?"
This made some sense. Uncle Huo was stunned for a moment and did not respond.
"I saw her laughing happily with those people today. It's totally different from me. I either have to worry about being secretly photographed or recorded, or I have to worry about being schemed and hurt. Is being Ranran's mother such a jealous and disgusting thing? I thought people were just curious, but I didn't expect they wanted more."
Uncle Huo patted him on the shoulder gently. He knew that Jiang Yunhui had not had an easy time these years. In order to prevent Ranran from feeling the pain of not having a mother, he always took on more and did more. He was more focused on his career than before, just wanting to be a role model for Ranran and not wanting to disappoint Wanqing.
"Jealous? I laughed at jealousy in person!" Uncle Huo suddenly changed his tone, put his hands on his waist, shook his head and uttered this in a pinched throat.
Jiang Yunhui burst into laughter. This was what he said when he faced those doubts when he won the award for the first time.
"Madam is a very good person. You can tell by looking at Ranran."
Uncle Huo spoke calmly, while he cleaned up the tea table and left. Jiang Yunhui sat alone for a while, then got up and went upstairs to see Ran Ran.
He was lying on the floor tinkering with his robot while chatting with Nuan Bao on his phone watch. Nuan Bao's father would occasionally interrupt and talk to Ran Ran about the structure of the robot.
Jiang Yunhui didn't go in, but leaned against the door and watched everything. Xiang Nuan took him to the robot competition. He knew that his son liked to play with robots and cars, and he thought that was a boy's nature...
"Director Zhang?" Uncle Huo's voice came from downstairs.
"Is Mrs. Jiang here?"
"What's up with you so late?"
"There is something. Please tell your wife."
"Director Zhang, have you had dinner?" Jiang Yunhui came down following the voice.
Director Zhang quickly took two steps and walked closer to Jiang Yunhui.
"I've heard some rumors recently... Uh, your wife isn't home?"
Jiang Yunhui didn't respond, but took him to the living room. "Are you talking about Miss Liu's endorsement? I've heard about that, too."
Director Zhang's eyes turned and he began to think. Jiang Yunhui looked nonchalant and didn't seem to be practicing Tai Chi.
"The rumors outside are very unfriendly to both Mrs. Jiang and Miss Liu. Even you may be involved..." Director Zhang spoke half-sentencedly, his eyes constantly glancing at Jiang Yunhui.
"You came all the way here just to gossip with me? Director Zhang, you must be worried about the next program recording, why don't you just say it."
"Yes, yes, after all, there was the incident with Shen Sumei. If another guest of ours cannot record the show normally, then I'm afraid that public opinion will be uncontrollable. I'm worried that Mrs. Jiang and Miss Liu will have misunderstandings and conflicts because of these unfounded rumors, so..."
"Wait," Jiang Yunhui interrupted Director Zhang and stared at him for a long while, as if he didn't understand what he just meant. "My wife would have a disagreement with Miss Liu just because there were some problems with her endorsement. Where does this logic come from? What exactly are the rumors you are talking about?"
"Ah? No, no, no," Director Zhang shook his head and waved his hands, and was speechless. Are you playing dumb with me and trying to trick me?
"I was just listening and talking nonsense and worrying about it. Mrs. Jiang and Miss Liu have nothing to do with each other. The effect of them participating in our show together is simply overwhelming. I also hope to eliminate all interference and do the show smoothly. After all, we really can't bear it if something like what happened to the Shen family happens again. The schedule for the next episode is almost ready, and I will ask Xiaojun to send it over later."
Director Zhang was about to leave. If he sat down any longer, his shirt would be soaked with cold sweat. People always say that artists will be suppressed or even bullied by the production team. Why am I so upset? ! Every time I was careful and cautious, I was able to save my life. This was the first time I was frightened by Xiang Nuan, and the sequelae were too deep.
“You don’t have to go there in person every time, you can just send an email.”
"No, no, I personally delivered it to you. If there's anything inappropriate, we can communicate and modify it right away. It's efficient and we have deep feelings for you."
Jiang Yunhui smiled without saying a word and sent Director Zhang to the door.
"Rumors have ruined things. Director Zhang has always been a great talent in the variety show industry. My wife's first appearance has won such love and care from everyone. It's really thanks to Director Zhang and the program team. Please take care of her in the future."
Director Zhang was about to wave his hand to decline when someone suddenly patted his shoulder and an arm was hooked around his neck.
"Why doesn't Director Zhang come into the room?"
Xiang Nuan looked at Director Zhang with a smile on her slightly drunk and flushed face. He was almost petrified on the spot.
"What, have you been drinking? What kind of respectable company is it that lets its female employees go home drunk at the first dinner party?!" Jiang Yunhui's eyes were bigger than Director Zhang's, and his anger was like a rocket launching from the ground, soaring into the sky.
The company? The employees? Mrs. Jiang has a job? Director Zhang didn't know which piece of news to express surprise first.
"A little bit at a time," Xiang Nuan pinched the tip of her little finger to indicate to Jiang Yunhui, and then she patted Director Zhang on the shoulder: "Come in!"
"No, no, no, I should go now. I won't disturb your rest."
Director Zhang simply fled in panic. Xiang Nuan was scary, a drunk Xiang Nuan...tsk tsk tsk tsk, he simply couldn't imagine it.
"Leaving? Well...then I'll see you off!"
No, no, no, Director Zhang runs faster.
Xiang Nuan wanted to chase after him, but Jiang Yunhui grabbed her by the back of the neck, lifted her up and carried her directly into the house.
"What are you doing?!" Xiang Nuan shook her hands vigorously and broke free from his control. She blushed, pouted, and frowned, staring at Jiang Yunhui for three seconds, and suddenly returned to normal as if she had changed her expression.
"Not drunk."
She went upstairs with a clatter of footsteps.
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