Chapter 8

Wan Tian was extremely famous before her marriage. Even after retiring from the entertainment industry for so many years, she has always been a goddess in many people's minds. In recent days, news about her suspected marriage crisis in middle age has been reported in the newspapers.

In comparison, the news that Deng Guang was accused of cheating by five of his ex-girlfriends seemed so insignificant.

During these three days, with the help of Song Zhiyi, Li Ziteng finally found a male actor with no explosive points to play the role of Wu Ren. Song Zhiyi was also in the crew, frequently browsing various news marketing accounts while updating the character card book with a pen, and following the gossip for three consecutive days.

On the first day, she looked at her phone, frowning and laughing.

[Wow, Wan Tian led people to rush directly to the Deng family and trapped everyone inside. Deng Guang actually wanted to use the self-torture tactic, and then Wan Tian knocked out two of his teeth. Hahahahaha. ]

[Wow, Mr. Deng got so angry when he found out that his son had been cheating on him for more than 20 years that he had a stroke. Alas, it turns out that this old man is not a good person either. He is as naive and playful as his grandson. He deserves the stroke! ]

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The next day, the disgust on her face was obvious.

[The paternity identification report is out, the evidence is irrefutable. Wan Tian has already called the police to investigate the hospital from more than 20 years ago. Even though so many years have passed, clues are not easy to find. Even their relative who is said to work in the hospital is clueless.]

[Well, speaking of which, that relative also suffered an unprovoked disaster. The person Deng Shuyi bribed was not her at all, but the cousin of the daughter of his classmate's aunt. It has been so long, Deng Shuyi himself may not even remember who this person is. It would be great if Wan Tian still remembered what happened back then. The nurse she saw before she fainted was her.]

Li Ziteng, who was eavesdropping nearby, moved his ears and lowered his head to send a message.

On the third day, she was a little tired of chasing.

[The police handled the case so quickly that they arrested the person so quickly. How did the situation develop so quickly? I can hardly keep up with the speed of updating! ]

[But speaking of it, I still don't understand. Deng Yi and his stepmother can get together, so why do they have to swap the child? Unfortunately, neither of them is in the entertainment industry, so I can't find any specific information. I can only look up the information about Wan Tian and Deng Guang. ]

In front of her, Zhao Bai's ears moved slightly. From the sound of it, it seems that Song Zhiyi's strange ability is only useful to people in the entertainment industry?

Thinking of this, she turned her gaze to the staff nearby. No wonder some staff, such as the lighting technician, could not hear Song Zhiyi's thoughts. It turned out that it was related to their identity.

Song Zhiyi quickly updated the information, wrote the two words "Deng Yi" on the paper, then turned to the next page and placed his finger on it.

[Ah, so that’s how it is. Deng Yi is a briber…]

"Sister," Song Zhiyu, who had just finished work, ran over happily, "It's almost time, let's go back to the old house first."

Song Zhiyi checked the time on his watch, closed his notebook, stood up and said, "Let's go."

People who had only listened to half of the gossip: "..."

Chen Fei was so angry that he wanted to slap himself.

Why are you shouting "ka" or "guo"? Can't you just wait for Song Zhiyi to finish telling this gossip?

He winked at the assistant director beside him and sent out the gossip scouts, but they waited and waited, only for the scouts to return empty-handed.

Song Zhiyi's attention was no longer on gossip. She was leaning outside the dressing room door waiting for her brother to remove his makeup, with a rare loneliness in her eyes.

People enjoy gossiping about other people's affairs, but when it comes to their own troubles, they also have a lot to share.

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Seven o'clock in the evening, at the Liu family's old house.

Song Zhiyi was still dressed the same as during the day, except that she went to a hair salon to fix her messy hair due to excessive hair volume. Song Zhiyu wore a decent suit, but without a tie.

In the eyes of outsiders, these two siblings were perfunctory and indifferent from head to toe.

If Song Zhiyi could hear other people's voices at this moment, she would probably just cry out that she was wronged. After all, in her eyes, her presence was already the greatest respect she had given to this family.

Liu Shunan, the owner of this old house, her grandpa. Although their relationship was only slightly better than a lifelong estrangement, he had lived for more than eighty years and was still alive.

This is truly regrettable.

"Sister, how about you go find a place to hang out first, and I'll go give the old man a gift?"

Knowing that if it weren't for his parents' instructions, Song Zhiyi would probably never let the soles of her shoes get stained with mud from the ten miles around the Liu family in her life, Song Zhiyu could only think of a compromise.

Song Zhiyi nodded indifferently, walked straight to the living room, picked up a tray of food, and then went to the swing hidden in the corner of the garden as if she knew the way.

It was a good idea for Song Zhiyu to go meet the old man. After all, they were not here just to celebrate his birthday. If she couldn't help herself and started a fight or got sent to the hospital, her trip today would be in vain.

On the other side, Song Zhiyu took the elevator holding a gift box. Although he didn't come back often, everyone in the Liu family knew his face, so naturally no one dared to stop him.

"Someone from the Qi family is here too? Where is he now?" The elevator door dinged and the man in the middle strode in, but the man next to him didn't move, and seemed to be blocking the elevator door. There was a hint of anger on his face, and when he turned his head to meet those cold and sharp eyes, the wrinkled old face froze immediately, and then turned into a flattering smile.

"Xiao Yu is here, isn't your sister here?" He couldn't help but glance behind him when he said this, even though he already knew there was only a mirror there.

According to generational points, this man should be considered his second uncle.

"My sister is downstairs, or if you want her to come over I can call her." Song Zhiyu looked down at him.

"No, no," Liu Er denied repeatedly. Perhaps he felt that his attitude was too eager, so he put on airs of an elder to make amends, "Your sister is just a little girl. She came to your grandfather's 85th birthday and didn't even come to greet him and say hello."

"I asked for her, but it's not the same." Song Zhiyu's eyebrows curved into a similar arc as Song Zhiyi's. "Second uncle looks in good spirits. Has his right leg recovered? If you don't want to have another experience like this, you'd better not bring those messy people of yours to bother my sister."

Having said that, he walked away without even looking at Liu Er's expression behind him.

Different from the bustling scene downstairs, there were very few people on the third floor. Song Zhiyu could only hear the echo of his leather shoes stepping on the floor along the way. It was empty and quiet.

Standing outside the familiar door, Song Zhiyu calmed himself and knocked three times gently.

"Xiao Yu is here." The door opened to both sides, revealing a room full of people who looked more or less similar to him. The old man in the middle had a pair of phoenix eyes exactly like his.

This was his closest relative, and the person who had nearly killed his sister when he was young.

Liu Shunan sat in a wheelchair. He looked up and didn't see the second person who should be behind him. He snorted impatiently: "Where is your sister? Why hasn't she come to see me yet? She's old enough to get married, but she's still so ignorant!"

"Grandpa," Song Zhiyu handed the gift box to the waiter beside him and looked directly at Liu Shunan, "Please be quiet for a while and let my sister come over. With your attitude, do you want to turn this birthday banquet into a funeral banquet?"

"What are you talking about!" Liu Shunan covered his chest, gasped for breath, and went over the past.

"I shouldn't have let your father marry that wild girl from the Song family. Look at what the Song family has taught you. You have no manners at all, especially your sister. Do you think she has any of the qualities a woman should have?"

Song Zhiyu lowered his eyes and listened. When he finished speaking, he took advantage of the gap to say, "First, my father did not marry my mother. They were married. If you insist, my father also gave money as a gift. Second, the Song family education only has one sentence, 'You are what I look at you like.'"

"Third, my sister is very good, and you are the least qualified person to judge her."

Liu Shunan tightly held down her chest that was rising and falling. A man rushed out from the room, pointed at Song Zhiyu and cursed: "The old man only gave you some face, do you really think you are so great? Why do you think those people outside respect you a little bit? It's because of you..."

"Because I'm an idol and I'm pretty." Song Zhiyu interrupted in a neutral tone, her eyes flashing coldly under her bangs. "You're a new face. Are you a new find of my third or fourth aunt? It seems like she doesn't think much of you, otherwise she would have at least told you who to offend and who not to offend."

After confronting this "uncle" who had appeared out of nowhere, Song Zhiyu looked at Liu Shunan again, and felt that he would not die for the time being, so he felt relieved and said, "I wish you good fortune as vast as the East Sea and longevity as great as the South Mountain. Now that I am here, you should give me the things you promised my father."

Song Zhiyu stood with his head down, waiting for the coming storm.

According to convention, Liu Shunan should curse his parents crazily at this time, then express again why Song Zhiyi didn't drown, and finally suggest that he "return to his roots". After this set of procedures, Liu Shunan's new lover should come on stage and comfort him with soft words, and then the play will end successfully.

However, today is a little different.

Liu Shunan's wheezing breathing gradually slowed down. He sighed and looked ten years older. "I know you hate me, just like your father hates me. But I am your grandpa after all, and I won't hurt you."

Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and waited for the next words.

Liu Shunan changed the subject, his eyes full of calculation, he said slowly: "I am old, I can't protect you for long, Liu family will have to find someone to inherit."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" A man in his thirties threw himself into a wheelchair with tears in his eyes.

This guy seemed to be his second uncle's son? Song Zhiyu looked away imperceptibly. If such poor acting skills were shown in a drama, the director would scold him eight hundred times in three seconds.

But Liu Shunan obviously enjoyed this very much. Maybe it was because he was really old, for there was a rare genuine kindness in his eyes when he looked at Song Zhiyu.

"You uncles and brothers can't stand the test, and it's also because I don't know how to teach children..."

Song Zhiyu said with some surprise: "How can you not teach your children? They are exactly like you! The only two children who are not like you are my father and my aunt. One of them was driven away by you, and the other was driven to death by you, right?"

Liu Shunan's face turned green, but he had been the head of the family for decades after all. He quickly adjusted his breathing and continued, "I wanted to pass on the Liu family to you, but your mind is not on business..."

"Why not give it to my sister?" Song Zhiyu leaned leisurely against the door frame, and was actually quite curious about this year's new role.

"Nonsense, your sister is just a poor girl, how can she support the Liu family!" Another man interrupted with a stern face, as if he was insulted. He wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Liu Shunan with a look.

Seeing Song Zhiyu's impatience, Liu Shunan spoke again and finally got to the point.

"I came to you this time because I want to discuss a marriage with you."

"...Marrying her will surely save the Liu family, and even your Song family may be able to make a comeback."

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At this moment, on the garden swing, Song Zhiyi opened her mobile phone and took a look at the message from her career manager, her brows almost wrinkled into knots.

"The Liu family is interested in forming a marriage alliance with me? Are they not sick?"