Jiang Zhaoying, who came looking for trouble, was met with a cold shoulder as soon as he entered. To make matters worse, he experienced the double whammy of being beaten by a husband and wife again, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.
How boring.
Getting beaten up by his girlfriend was bad enough, but he thought he had returned to a warm haven, only to find that a torrential downpour had struck.
Seeing Jiang Zhaoying's utterly dejected expression, Ning Qiluo said, "Actually, there's no need to be so angry. You only know that I played your mother, so you came to confront me, but we don't have any scenes together, and we'll never be on screen together."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhaoying thought about it and realized that it made sense.
Ning Qiluo played his mother, while his childhood role was played by a young actor. He and Ning Qiluo didn't have any direct scenes together.
But with this reputation, Jiang Zhaoying continued to grumble: "After it airs, let's see if netizens will let us off the hook. I'll have to be your son for a long time to come."
Ning Qiluo smiled again.
Seeing Ning Qiluo's heartless smile, Jiang Zhaoying felt a pang of pain in her heart. Biting into a sandwich, she muttered in a low voice, "If you ask me, brother, you might as well go and play Emperor Mingzhen. That way, you won't even have to worry about each other. I can just call you father and mother."
Jiang Zhaoying had already heard rumors before this.
When Ning Qiluo was acting in a movie, her brother played the male lead in a passionate scene without showing his face.
Although there was nothing funny about it, Jiang Zhaoying felt that this showed his brother had contracted an illness, the root of which was Ning Qiluo. So as long as Ning Qiluo stayed by his side, he could live a long life; once Ning Qiluo left him, he would be terminally ill at any time...
At this moment, Jiang Yingchi's flat voice came through: "The setting of being separated by life and death is beautiful, but its essence is tragic. I don't like it."
Jiang Zhaoying hissed, "So you're complaining? Brother, you haven't read the script. Even if the story of Emperor Mingzhen and Empress Xiancheng is tragic, it's a tragic story that the world envies."
"What's the essential difference between this and being praised after death?" Jiang Yingchi retorted.
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
We've been talking so much, it's so annoying.
Ning Qiluo, who was listening to the two chatting, was slowly eating her breakfast.
After she finished eating, she wiped her hands, drank some water, and Jiang Yingchi cleared away her plate.
Seeing this meticulous care, Jiang Zhaoying felt a vague sense of unknown fear rising in her heart...
Ning Qiluo noticed that Jiang Zhaoying's expression was off and stared at him.
When Jiang Zhaoying noticed Ning Qilu staring at her, she asked, "I know I'm handsome, but you've been staring at me in front of your husband. Is it because I'm more handsome than your husband?!"
Before Ning Qiluo could speak, Jiang Zhaoying said, "Of course, you know, among the male celebrities in the entertainment industry today, my looks are top-tier."
This self-praise is just too much!
"Tch..." Ning Qiluo scoffed, her voice trailing off with disdain.
Jiang Zhaoying said unhappily, "What do you mean by that disdainful tone?"
Ning Qiluo sat down cross-legged again: "I was going to ask you what you were thinking about just now, why did you look so terrified? Let me guess, were you thinking about your married life after marrying Miss Fu?"
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
Holy crap! Could this be the legendary woman's intuition?
That's fucking accurate.
However, Jiang Zhaoying felt that as long as he didn't admit it, the matter would be dropped.
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