"Hey, Jiaxin, don't be angry. I also saw it online. And Aunt Zhang was very respectful to me when she first came, but these past two days I found that I can't control her at all."
Chen Hui could tell that Yang Jiaxin was a little unhappy, probably because she was thinking that she had to rely on her daughter for her well-being, so she smiled and said:
"You know, these people are always looking for the best for you. They must have seen online that you're not as popular anymore, so they don't respect me that much anymore, right?"
Yang Jiaxin frowned: "What did you see on the Internet?"
"Nothing, hehe."
Chen Hui hesitated, and her loud voice softened a bit:
"Isn't that the Golden Melody Awards? I saw people online saying Lin Yao has a better chance of winning than you, and that your new song can't even compare to hers. Jiaxin, is that true?"
Yang Jiaxin said coldly, "You believe what they say on the Internet? Just be a good rich old lady and stop reading those boring news."
"She's not my daughter, so don't take it lightly!"
Chen Hui quickly reminded:
"I know that Lin Yao. She's younger than you and prettier. People nowadays like young girls. You're already so old, it's easy for you to be outdone by this little vixen!
Think about it, if she really snatches away that Golden Melody Award from you, you will definitely be replaced by her!
"Won't I be talked about by people when I go out in the future, saying that my daughter was driven down from the throne of the Queen of Heaven? That would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
"How dare she compete with me?!" Yang Jiaxin's voice suddenly became sharp, and she roared angrily:
"Who does she think she is? Does she really think it was that easy for me to get to where I am today?! I've seen many young and beautiful women, but who can compare to me in the end?!"
"Oh, Jiaxin, don't worry. I'm just reminding you. As long as you have a way, I'll hang up now."
Chen Hui was about to hang up the phone when she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said:
"Daughter, I'm out of living expenses. Please remember to send it to me later."
Yang Jiaxin took a deep breath and finally calmed down. Upon hearing this, she frowned again:
"Didn't I give you fifty thousand last week?"
Chen Hui said awkwardly, "Such a big house must cost a lot of money, right? I raised you with great difficulty, and now that you've become famous, you despise your mother for being poor? Daughter, you can't treat your mother like this!"
By the end of her speech, Chen Hui had already started crying.
Yang Jiaxin understood her mother's character and said helplessly:
"Okay, I'll transfer it to you right away. That's it. I have something else to do."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and then transferred 50,000 yuan to Chen Hui via WeChat.
"Daughter, Mom will always support you. You must win the award!"
Chen Hui received it immediately and quickly sent a message, adding a flattering smiley face at the end.
Yang Jiaxin put her phone into her bag expressionlessly, got out of the car, walked into the elevator, and went up to the 31st floor.
There are only two offices on this floor. One is the vice president's office, which is as large as six or seven ordinary offices. In addition to office facilities, it also has toilets, bathrooms, bedrooms, kitchens and other living facilities.
Next to the boss's office is the secretary's office, which is very small and can only accommodate a computer desk and a small sofa.
Yang Jiaxin walked out of the elevator, passed the secretary's office, and came to the boss's office.
She took a deep breath and gently pushed open the half-open door.
This has been the "tacit understanding" between Chen Qiao and her for many years. Whenever Chen Qiao asked her to come to the office at night, he would always leave the door ajar and ask her to push the door in herself.
This is probably some kind of habit of the other person.
Yang Jiaxin walked into the office, turned around, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
"Why are you here so late?"
A dissatisfied voice came from behind.
Yang Jiaxin turned around and saw a man in a suit sitting in the boss chair behind a large desk.
The man was a little bloated. Although he was not fat or obese, he was obviously at the age when a man starts to gain weight.
However, the man's hair was unusually thick, black and shiny, combed neatly in a 2:8 part, his eyebrows were very light, his eyes were not big, and his nose was a bit flat.
If you just look at her appearance, she is still below average among ordinary people.
But because the man had been in a superior position for a long time, he seemed to have a rather majestic aura. Seeing that Yang Jiaxin did not answer immediately, he frowned and waved at her:
"come over."
This action was the same as the one Yang Jiaxin used to wave Xiao Ye over to her home, as if she was treating a pet and asking him to come over at will.
Yang Jiaxin, like Xiao Ye before, did not move.
"I told you to come here, hurry up!"
Chen Qiao said impatiently.
"Mr. Chen, I want to talk to you."
Yang Jiaxin still didn't move. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly spoke.
"Talk? Haha, haven't we been talking all the time? Ever since you walked into my room that year, it's been all these years."
Chen Qiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled contemptuously.
"Mr. Chen, my identity is different now!"
Yang Jiaxin's voice finally became a little louder.
"how?"
Chen Qiao narrowed his eyes. "You've grown so strong that you dare to go against me?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I already have someone I like. With my current popularity and fan loyalty, even if we were to fall in love, it wouldn't cause any negative impact. The company has no reason to object, right?"
Yang Jiaxin puffed out her chest and her voice became more determined.
"puff!"
Chen Qiao couldn't help laughing:
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