Listening to the fans chanting his name from below the stage, Ling Hao felt for the first time that being a star was great, and he suddenly fell in love with the feeling of being the center of attention. Ling Hao had already begun to fantasize about what it would be like to become a movie star.
He raised a warm smile, and for the first time ever, acted like a gentleman, nodding and waving to those below.
Jiangsu glanced at the group of people shouting for Ling Hao and his eyes widened.
Then she rolled her eyes dramatically.
Good grief, what's going on here?
Finally, Jiangsu couldn't help but burst out laughing. Ling Hao frowned and glanced at Jiangsu.
Ling Hao was displeased by the snickering from the side. This woman didn't seem like a good person; that laughter wasn't normal, and it definitely wasn't anything good.
"What are you laughing at?" Ling Hao asked coldly.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Jiangsu quickly waved his hand.
"Tell me, what are you laughing at?" Ling Hao asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Young Master Ling, you have quite a large fan base," Jiangsu coughed helplessly.
"Of course, you don't need to tell me that." Ling Hao proudly raised his head, then his face turned cold the next second.
Jiangsu said, "Yes, yes, Young Master Ling is popular with all ages! Look at that little girl who looks a few years old, she's so cute! And look at that row of seventy-year-old grandmothers behind her, they're so kind."
Ling Hao's face instantly turned cold, and he took a closer look at the group of so-called fans who were shouting his name until their faces were red and their necks were thick.
It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but once he did, Ling Hao's face turned black. What on earth was this?
There were people of all ages, including a few children who were probably elementary school students, and a middle-aged woman holding a baby and shouting her own name.
Ling Hao even saw elderly men and women in their seventies and eighties, who were screaming so desperately that Ling Hao was worried someone might die.
His eyes were as cold and sharp as knives as he looked at Mi Xi.
Mi Xi's lips twitched as she glanced at the hordes of demons and monsters below the stage shouting Ling Hao's name.
"Brother Hao, just bear with it, it'll pass. Next time I'll definitely have someone take good care of things for you, okay?" she said to Ling Hao in a soft, pleading voice.
Ling Hao's lips twitched as he got closer, and it looked quite comical.
Ling Hao pressed his tongue against his back teeth, thinking to himself that he would teach this woman a lesson after the press conference, and that she deserved to die for making him look so bad.
Mi Xi's assistant, what are Mi Xi's requirements for hiring someone?
Mi Xi has no requirements; whoever shouts the loudest gets more money.
"Okay, little assistant, Sister Xixi."
Mi Xi knew that Ling Hao was angry, and she couldn't help but curse herself for being too casual in giving instructions.
The press conference has ended.
Inside a luxurious top-tier suite at the Emperor Hotel.
Brother Hao, Mi Xi pleaded desperately.
Ling Hao ignored him, showing no pity whatsoever.
"You say, you're right," Ling Hao asked in a teasing voice.
I was wrong.
"Where did I go wrong?" Ling Hao's vicious voice rang out.
What exactly did I do wrong? Don't try to brush me off, tell me properly.
I didn't do a good job on the task that Brother Hao asked me to do, which made Brother Hao lose face.
I won't do it again next time.
Half an hour later.
There are many red and swollen areas that are painful to the touch.
Don't cry, sweetie. Of course I have to punish you for making a mistake. The Ling family values face the most. If Grandpa finds out, you'll be dragged into the ancestral hall, beaten with a board, and made to kneel there. This is just a small punishment for you. Why are you crying? You did something wrong and you're still feeling wronged?
Stop crying. Here's what we'll do: do you know about the Heavenly Family?
Upon hearing Ling Hao's question, Mi Xi finally stopped crying and looked at Ling Hao with a somewhat blank expression.
Seeing this, Ling Hao smiled wickedly and continued.
The Tian family is the ruler of China. The Tian family's crown prince will be choosing a consort in a month. Even if you are from the Li family, you won't be able to get a chance.
Why can't I go?
It's very simple; only the direct descendants of the most prestigious families are qualified to go.
I am a direct descendant of the Ling family, so you are naturally qualified to go there since you married me.
Mi Xi suddenly understood and nodded, then stopped crying and wrapped her arms around Ling Hao's neck like a soft, boneless little white rabbit.
Sweetie, call me husband from now on.
Mi Xi nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, good husband."
Ling Hao grinned and whispered in Mi Xi's ear, "Call me Daddy during that time."
Mi Xi blushed deeply and murmured an "Mmm".
Ling Hao chuckled, flipped over, and continued his fierce battle.
Ten days later, Ling Hao and Mi Xi were woken up by a phone call.
Ling Hao answered the phone impatiently.
"You'd better have something to do," Ling Hao's threatening voice rang out.
On the other end of the phone was Ling Hao's agent.
Second Young Master, you and Second Young Mistress have become famous! Your online fanbase has surged by over seven million, and Second Young Mistress's by over four million. You two have even been nominated for Best Actor and Best Actress at the Golden Watch Awards.
Hearing the excited voice on the other end of the phone, Ling Hao was stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of pride.
"What's the big deal? This is what we should do. Calm down. How can someone as useless as you be my manager?" Ling Hao said in a condescending tone.
Ling Hao's agent rolled his eyes, then said in a fawning voice, "Yes, yes, Second Young Master, I was short-sighted and ignorant."
There were many advertisers, variety shows, TV dramas, movies, and interviews just now. Do you have any interest in these?
I don't have any specific requirements. Just pick a few from these that are guaranteed to stay popular. Remember, don't schedule them too close together; I need plenty of time to rest.
No problem, Second Young Master, then I won't bother you any longer.
The call ended.
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