Chapter 2 The Fallen Child Star 2

This short sentence made Xu Weiheng's heartbeat suddenly speed up.

His breathing became rapid unconsciously, and his body subconsciously stepped back half a step.

But soon, he stopped his loss of composure, clenched his right hand hanging at his side into a fist, and his face turned pale: "Are you kidding me!"

"I'm serious. Are you wondering how I got in?"

Yao Rong put down the bowl of noodles in his hand and took out a key from his pocket.

"I opened the door with the key you hid behind the carpet. Do you remember who taught you this way of hiding the key?"

Xu Weiheng looked at Yao Rong suddenly.

Yao Rong looked up at him and spoke in a restrained voice.

"Take a closer look at my eyes and mouth."

"And my ID, and the photo I took with you."

Yao Rong took out the two things she had brought with her, and kept handing them forward, wanting to hand them to Xu Weiheng.

Xu Weiheng quickly retracted his hand, put it behind his back, and avoided contact with her.

Yao Rong had to stay where she was, keeping a three-step social distance from him: "It's okay if you don't want to see it. If you still have doubts about my identity, I'll call back now and ask the neighbors to find my marriage certificate and divorce certificate in my house, and take photos of them for you on the spot."

"..." Xu Weiheng was silent for a long time, and said hoarsely, "No need."

No ID was needed as proof.

He finally knew why he felt that Yao Rong looked familiar.

Because his eyebrows, lips, facial features, these best parts of his body, were all inherited from her.

This connection created by blood cannot deceive people.

But strangely, Xu Weiheng found that he was not happy about her appearance.

He just felt it was absurd and ridiculous.

He had expected his biological mother to show up countless times and take him away from that terrible home.

When he was most looking forward to her appearance, she was always absent.

But just when he was spit on by the whole network, in a desperate situation, and hoped to hide so that no one could find him, she came so suddenly.

But he is no longer the child who wants to throw himself into his mother's arms and cry for comfort when he is wronged.

Xu Weiheng lowered his eyes and looked at Yao Rong. The corners of his lips opened and closed slightly several times. He wanted to say something, but he lost the strength to speak because of his inner fatigue.

"...Since you are here, sit down for a while. I'll go wash up."

In the end, Xu Weiheng did not chase Yao Rong away. After leaving this sentence, he turned and walked to the bathroom, locking himself in.

Yao Rong did not disturb him.

In just a few days, too many things happened to Xu Weiheng.

He needs some time to digest, and he also needs some time to accept her again.

***

In the bathroom.

Xu Weiheng supported the sink with his hands.

It was the first time he drank so much alcohol. He felt uncomfortable after waking up, and the appearance of Yao Rong made him feel even more headache.

There was a slight tinnitus in his ears again. He covered his chest and felt sick.

At this moment, the faint fragrance of flowers penetrated into his nose.

Xu Weiheng turned his head and noticed that there was a vase with sunflowers in the place where toothbrushes should be placed.

Sunflowers again.

He sneered, turned on the faucet, lowered his head and washed his face with cold water.

"Why are you looking for me now?"

"Did you hear that I became a star and wanted to take the opportunity to get close to me and ask me for money?"

"With a biological son like me, aren't you afraid of being laughed at..."

The sound of gurgling water drowned out the whispers behind him.

After washing his face for a long time, Xu Weiheng calmed down a little. He took out a makeup removal towel and was about to wipe his face, only to find that the makeup on his face had been removed at some point.

In the mirror, he was bare-faced, with a pale face, looking like a ghost.

Xu Weiheng tried to raise the corners of his lips.

But he found that his smile was really ugly.

It was uglier than crying.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Weiheng walked out of the bathroom.

He originally wanted to go back to the bedroom, but Yao Rong called him from behind: "I'll make you some hangover soup."

Without waiting for Xu Weiheng to refuse, Yao Rong added: "It's already cooked. If you don't drink it, you can only throw it away. At least have a sip."

Xu Weiheng hesitated for a moment, but still pulled out a stool and sat at the dining table.

The hangover soup was warm, and the temperature was just right for drinking.

Xu Weiheng picked up the hangover soup, put it to his nose and smelled it. It was a little sour, but the taste was okay and not bad.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect or the hangover soup really worked, but Xu Weiheng's head didn't seem to be so uncomfortable just after he finished drinking it.

But the sour taste irritated his stomach even more.

The hunger coming from his stomach became more and more obvious.

Xu Weiheng supported his forehead with his right hand, thinking with his confused mind: Are there a few small breads left in his bedroom drawer?

"Your breakfast."

Yao Rong went to the kitchen again at some point and brought out two bowls of noodles that had been cooked long ago, pushing one of them in front of Xu Weiheng.

"I searched the refrigerator and only found noodles, so I made it simple."

"When I came here yesterday, in addition to buying flowers, I also packed dinner for you. But you were drunk, so in order not to waste it, I solved it myself."

The noodles were still hot and looked very energetic.

The clear soup was sprinkled with finely chopped green vegetables, and the fragrance was rich.

This kind of hot fragrance cured Xu Weiheng's hunger in an instant.

But he took one look and pushed Noodles away: "You don't need to tell me what you brought. Also, how did you know I live here?"

Yao Rong half-truthfully said, "I learned from the Internet that something happened to you, so I thought of many ways and contacted some of my old friends. They were also afraid that something might happen to you, so they spent a lot of time to help find out your current address and contact information."

Yao Rong's explanation cannot be said to be flawless, but it is reasonable.

There are not many people who know Xu Weiheng's address, but not too few, otherwise how did those paparazzi get downstairs.

And Xu Weiheng didn't have the energy to think seriously at the moment. After getting an answer that was more or less the same, he pulled out a chair and stood up.

Yao Rong had been watching him with her peripheral vision and noticed his action at the first time.

She put down her chopsticks with a distressed expression.

"The ingredients are yours, and so is the kitchen. I borrowed your ingredients and kitchen to make my own breakfast, and I also put some extra noodles in to make a bowl for you. Just think of it as a favor and have a little. Otherwise, if you don't eat, I won't be able to pick up my chopsticks."

Although he knew that what the other party said was a twisted logic, but seeing that she was really ready to throw the noodles away, Xu Weiheng pursed his lips and sat back down.

Yao Rong blinked and added some sesame oil to Xu Weiheng's noodles.

She seemed to have felt Xu Weiheng's pulse.

Awkward, prickly.

But as long as the hair is smoothed out, the scary thorns on the body will be put away.

Xu Weiheng stirred the noodles with chopsticks to mix them evenly.

He ate slowly, chewing every bite very seriously.

The noodles in front of him were indeed as delicious as he imagined, but he still had no appetite as usual. After eating a few bites, he couldn't swallow it anymore, so he had to force himself to swallow it.

Yao Rong said, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it."

Appetite problems cannot be adjusted in a short time, so there is no need to force yourself.

Xu Weiheng pretended not to hear and ordered him to leave: "After this meal, you can go back."

Before Yao Rong could say anything, there was a sound of a key being inserted into the lock outside the door.

Xu Weiheng's agent rushed in angrily and asked for an explanation.

"Xu Weiheng, I sent you so many messages last night, why didn't you reply?"

Xu Weiheng frowned: "Something?"

"I arranged a job for you."

Xu Weiheng was stunned at first, then stood up and said with anger: "You said that as long as I agreed to apologize on a live broadcast, you would give me a half-month vacation."

The agent was righteous and spoke so fast that no one could interrupt, as if he had lit a firecracker.

"It's for your own good that you are being asked to make a live broadcast to apologize, and it's also for your own good that I'm arranging this new job for you. Go check out Weibo and see what netizens are saying about you. Public opinion has clearly improved since you apologized."

"The new job I got you is an interview with New World Entertainment. In addition to inviting you, they also invited your father, Xu Yiyuan, and Director Chen."

"New World Entertainment told me that your father, Xu Yiyuan, and Director Chen will express their understanding to you on the show. With their forgiveness, your reputation will almost be cleared. You are still so young, and you have countless paths to take in the future. Do you really want to carry these insults for the rest of your life?"

From beginning to end, the agent was waving the banner of "I'm doing this for your own good."

But these words can only deceive those who are not well-versed in the world.

He came to Xu Weiheng's apartment just because "Entertainment New World" offered a high price.

As for Xu Weiheng's life or death?

What does that have to do with him.

He forced Xu Weiheng to apologize in the live broadcast room, which was equivalent to forcing Xu Weiheng to accept all the insults.

"Okay, it's almost time." The agent looked down at his watch, reached out to grab Xu Weiheng, and said impatiently, "You change your clothes and follow me immediately. If you delay, you can't afford the penalty."

But the agent's hand was intercepted before he touched Xu Weiheng.

Yao Rong walked to Xu Weiheng's side and blocked him.

"Of what you just said, there is only one sentence that I agree with. He is still so young, and his life has just begun."

"As for the rest, it's all nonsense."

Xu Weiheng's eyes widened slightly, staring at Yao Rong's back, listening to her scolding the agent for him.

"Entertainment New World wants traffic, you want money, Xu Ji, Xu Yiyuan and Director Chen want a good reputation. The only prerequisite for satisfying your ideas is to use Xu Weiheng as a stepping stone. You really have a good plan." "

He obviously did nothing wrong, why do you force him to apologize, force him to admit those false charges!"

"Who are you!" The agent was going crazy. Where did this crazy woman come from? She was so strong that he used all his strength but still couldn't break free from the clamp. "Let me go!"

Yao Rong met his request.

She dragged the agent directly to the door, took the key from his bag, kicked his thigh with her knee, and then let go. The agent fell heavily on the floor outside the door and gasped in pain.

Seeing that Yao Rong was about to close the door, the agent shouted: "Wait, if Xu Weiheng doesn't participate in the recording of "Entertainment New World", he will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages."

Yao Rong turned around and asked Xu Weiheng: "Have you signed a contract with "Entertainment New World"? "

Xu Weiheng shook his head with a complicated expression.

"I heard it." Yao Rong lowered his head to look at the agent who had climbed up, "Whoever signed the contract is responsible for paying the liquidated damages."

The agent's face changed again and again. It was him who signed the contract with "Entertainment New World".

Xu Weiheng has always been easy to control. In the past, as long as Xu Weiheng was assigned work, even if Xu Weiheng was not happy, he would still do what he said in the end.

He was attracted by the price offered by New World Entertainment, so he signed the contract on behalf of Xu Weiheng on the spot.

After hearing what Yao Rong said, the agent panicked: "Xu Weiheng dared to disobey the company's arrangement? If he disobeyed the company's arrangement, he would have to pay more penalty!"

"Don't worry about this matter, you should think about how to explain it to New World Entertainment." Yao Rong smiled, "If you can't think of it, I have a good idea here."

"Xu Ji accused his biological son of beating his stepson in front of the media, and everyone praised him for helping the case instead of his biological son. But what if Xu Yiyuan is also Xu Ji's biological son?"

"Letting a legitimate child become a stepping stone for an illegitimate child, how significant is this news?"

It just so happens that "Entertainment New World" also invited Xu Ji and Xu Yiyuan to be guests, didn't it?

If "Entertainment New World" does not plan to do a related special, it doesn't matter.

There are still six or seven paparazzi squatting downstairs.

Instead of trying to drive them away, it is better to divert the disaster to the east.

***

Yao Rong closed the door, and just turned around, he heard Xu Weiheng's question.

"...You just said that Xu Yiyuan is Xu Ji's biological son?"

If this is true, the impact on him is really too great.

Big enough to overturn all his past cognition.

He had felt upset countless times because Xu Ji loved Xu Yiyuan far more than him, and he reflected on whether he had done something wrong, whether he was not as good as Xu Yiyuan, which led to his biological father loving his stepson far more than him, his biological son.

It turned out that the truth was so disgusting.

- He was the son born to his ex-wife, and Xu Yiyuan was the illegitimate son born of true love.

From the moment he was born, he was destined to lose to Xu Yiyuan.

"Yes." Yao Rong said affirmatively.

Although she had not done a paternity test for Xu Ji and Xu Yiyuan, this conclusion was not difficult to come to.

Xu Ji had never concealed anything, and even his partiality was blatant.

Yao Rong knew what Xu Weiheng was thinking. She walked up to him, raised her hand, and tentatively touched his hair: "It's not that you are not good enough, it's that he is not worthy of being your father."

Xu Weiheng's body stiffened, and he subconsciously dodged to the side, but soon, he restrained his subconscious reaction and stared at Yao Rong's eyes: "Do you believe that I didn't hit Xu Yiyuan, and didn't do those things?"

Obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but everyone was denying his character, destroying his personality, and making him experience a social death.

No one would support him, and no one would do justice for him. The feeling of being abandoned by everyone was too helpless, so he felt that this world was terrible.

Even he himself was a terrible person.

But now, he saw that after he asked this question, someone really nodded without hesitation.

"I believe some things are slander. And some things you may have done, but you must have your reasons, and the fault is not yours."

It was like a spring rain after a thunderbolt.

The spring rain nourishes all things, and then the world revives, and the grass and trees emerge.

After those terrible things happened, this strange yet familiar person in front of him was the first person who stood in front of him, supported him, and said "believe him".