"It's Ding Jiaming."
Guan Jibai slammed the table, not knowing how to complain.
How did you play a good hand in your past life? Don't you know how to capitalize on it?
The original owner had over a dozen big-name godfathers in the film and entertainment industry, making her a true Beijing princess. It was hard not to be famous. Remember, it was the late 1980s, and soon it would be the 1990s, when mainland China's entertainment industry was at its peak and talented people were emerging in droves.
What a great opportunity.
This is the entertainment industry known as the golden generation.
No! She had to write a letter to Ding Jiaming to ensure everything was safe.
It’s confirmed that she will appear on the Spring Festival Gala.
With her around, nothing will go wrong.
"Which method do you want to choose?"
"I... I chose to follow Peng Jinghua's path." God knows Guan Wanwan has never asked anyone for help no matter how difficult the situation is, and has never done anything to take shortcuts. She feels so embarrassed when she says this now.
But Guan Jibai didn't care about all that. She reminded her of some details, such as not to be timid after going to work after a break, and if Peng Jinghua took the initiative to ask her about her condition, she should be positive and confident and use all her best skills.
After giving the instructions, Guan Jibai also set his own small goal.
"My situation in the song and dance troupe is different from yours, Mom. My goal is to be an actor and act in TV dramas and movies. Uncle Li has already given me the script, and I guess he's already doing the preliminary preparations. I'll be able to join the crew by next year at the latest. So I don't need to be in the spotlight in the song and dance troupe. The only reason I joined the song and dance troupe was to get a Beijing hukou."
She does not have a Beijing household registration, so if she wants one she must meet the requirements.
Have worked in the system for two years.
So she had to focus her work on the song and dance troupe for two years.
Guan Wanwan felt ashamed again. Xiaobai could have obtained a Beijing household registration.
"Xiaobai, I... I have something to tell you." After hesitating for a long time, Guan Wanwan finally made up her mind.
"You go ahead." Guan Jibai pretended to listen attentively.
"It's about your dad. He's awesome and a good guy."
The smile on Guan Jibai's face disappeared.
"Since you know, why don't you say it out? Why... why do you keep it a secret?" Guan Jibai felt his body trembling slightly. This might be the emotion left by the original owner. You know, the reason why the original owner resented her mother was that she never said who that man was.
The original owner always thought that her mother was protecting that bad man.
So she would never give up even if she died.
After traveling through time, she understood it quite well. She thought that maybe her mother had drunken sex, or was framed, or even worse, was plotted to get pregnant due to bad things.
But now she tells me that she knows who her biological father is and that he is a good man?
Are there such good people?
Guan Jibai sneered, but she remained calm.
Guan Wanwan gave a wry smile. She used to be unable to stop crying whenever she mentioned it, but now, perhaps because she had cried too much, she had overcome it.
"I didn't say it. Why didn't I say it? It was... I was too selfish. Now that I think about it, I can hardly believe that I would do this." The love was so deep and so strong at that time.
For the sake of his reputation, he would rather bear all the bitter consequences himself.
He would rather die than let his reputation be tainted in the slightest and leave any opportunity for criticism.
She wanted him to be perfect forever.
But the only thing she didn't think about was whether all this was fair to her daughter.
Thinking about it now, she was too young, blinded by love, too self-righteous, and constantly immersed in the great sentiment of self-sacrifice and self-nobility.
She feels sorry for her daughter.
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