T City.
Jiang family villa.
Early in the morning, the housekeeper directed the servants to work in the restaurant, "The Wei family will arrive at ten o'clock, so hurry up."
Watching the servants finish arranging the food and flowers, he tilted his head and looked towards the staircase, frowning slightly: "Miss Meng hasn't woken up yet? She must have a tryout today."
The housekeeper lowered his eyelashes and looked at the time on his wrist. It was already eight o'clock. He went upstairs to wake Meng Fu up.
It was very quiet upstairs. Meng Fu lived in the room at the end of the second floor.
The housekeeper stood by the door and knocked on it. There was no hint of respect in his tone. "Miss Meng, are you awake?"
There was no sound inside.
He knocked on the door and asked again with a cold expression.
"Bang--"
...
...
The door was hit hard from the inside with a heavy object.
The housekeeper's cold and stern brows then showed some fluctuations. He raised his head in surprise. This Miss Meng, after being recognized as a member of the Jiang family, has been a materialistic and greedy person, but she also knows her limits and knows her own weight. What happened today?
**
inside the house.
Meng Fu pressed her temple and got up from the bed. She looked at the cell phone that had just been thrown out and smashed the door. She ignored the housekeeper who was still talking outside, and just lifted the quilt. Her snow-white ankles sank into the dark carpet, and she walked slowly to the bathroom.
She lowered her head, turned on the faucet, and looked at herself in the mirror.
The person in the mirror was wearing silk pajamas, with a loose belt around her waist. The red mole on her collarbone was like a raging fire.
Meng Fu blinked, her hazy peach blossom eyes turned around, swaying gracefully as she raised and lowered them.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes drooped, casting a light shadow under her eyes. After a long while, she finally uttered a sentence, "Fortunately, it's still my own body."
Two years ago, her soul was sucked into another world, and her body was occupied by a female reporter. It was not until a month ago that Meng Fu's soul returned to the real world, but she could only exist as a soul and follow the female reporter who occupied her body.
Just now, Meng Fu was attracted by a mysterious force and took back her body.
Thinking of this, Meng Fu reached out and pressed the red mole on her collarbone, pulled her pajamas together thoughtfully, and went to the closet to find a set of casual beige sweaters.
The cell phone she threw against the door seemed to be of good quality and was ringing slowly.
The name on the caller ID was "Sister Zhao". Meng Fu's soul had been floating behind the female reporter for almost a month, so she naturally knew that this was her agent, Zhao Fan.
She had just entered high school when her body was taken over by the female reporter, who was a liberal arts student who had worked hard in society for several years and did not understand the science content of high school.
Especially since she was recognized by the Jiang family as soon as she arrived, she left the house Meng Fu rented in No. 1 Middle School, moved into the Jiang family villa, dropped out of school directly and stepped into the entertainment industry.
The child who had finally been admitted to the city was dazzled by the prosperity of the city center and dropped out of school to join the entertainment industry. How could the Jiang family be willing to do that?
But he felt really guilty towards the daughter he had just adopted, and eventually he used his connections to get her into the entertainment industry.
The female reporter really had no talent. She worked hard for two years and only recently got into "Best Idol" as a trainee. She got the spot by pestering the Jiang family to smooth things over for her.
To the extent that everyone in the Jiang family was quite impatient with her.
Meng Fu put the phone in her pocket and opened the drawer of the dressing table. There was a small key inside.
It's the key to her rental house.
Her previous computer, cell phone and other things were still in the rental house. The female reporter did not throw away Meng Fu's things, but put them all back in the rental house.
After packing up, Meng Fu set off for the "Best Idol" headquarters. She refused the Jiang family driver's offer to pick her up.
There is still some distance from the villa to the entrance of the community. If it were Jiang Xinran, Butler Jiang would naturally not let her walk such a long way, but because it was Meng Fu, Butler Jiang held back his words.
"Miss Meng, be careful on your journey." Butler Jiang shook his head only when Meng Fu's figure disappeared from sight.
The master and the mistress were not at home this morning, and the servants were so busy. Jiang Xinran could tell something was wrong as soon as she woke up in the morning. She didn't look like Meng Fu at all. She was confused and didn't look like the daughter of the master and the mistress.
The housekeeper was about to turn around and go back to the house when a car horn sounded outside.
It was Mrs. Jiang Yu Zhenling who came back.
She was wearing a purple cheongsam with a coat on the outside, and her hair was neatly tied up, delicate and serious, "Are both ladies out?"
The housekeeper was stunned, thinking that Meng Fu had just gone out, and Yu Zhenling should have seen it when she came back from outside, so why did she seem not to see it?
The thought flashed through his mind and the butler withdrew his thoughts.
"The young lady left home at seven o'clock. She has a monthly exam today. Miss Meng left not long ago," he said hesitantly, "Miss Meng won't be back for the lunch at noon..."
When this was mentioned, the smile on Yu Zhenling's face instantly disappeared, and she said, "I know."
Although Meng Fu is her biological daughter, she dropped out of high school to enter the entertainment industry. Not to mention her academic qualifications, she doesn't even know the most basic etiquette. Many people in the circle who know the truth have mocked Yu Zhenling openly or secretly.
Yu Zhenling regretted her decision more than once.
Compared to Meng Fu, Jiang Xinran is the eldest daughter carefully nurtured by the Jiang family. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. From junior high school to high school, she has participated in various speech competitions and won various awards. She is a top student in the rocket class of No. 1 Middle School.
These two people are like heaven and earth.
Until now, the Jiang family has not changed the surnames of Meng Fu and Jiang Xinran. Everyone, including Jiang's father, seems to have forgotten that Meng Fu is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.
**
Meng Fu’s rental house.
She took off the sunglasses on her nose and slowly tucked them around her collar. The rental house was furnished in the same way as before she left, with two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. It was just that no one had lived there for such a long time that a layer of dust had accumulated.
Meng Fu's bedroom door was not locked.
She opened the door and went in. The bedroom was empty. There was almost nothing but a bed and a table. She saw her old mobile phone at the bedside. It was a silver phone with a circular red circle printed on the back. It was not too thick, but quite large, larger than the latest Banana 11 that Meng Fu had just thrown away.
The phone couldn't be turned on without power, but Meng Fu didn't worry that it would break down after not being used for such a long time. She just reached out and put the Banana 11 SIM card into her old phone and found a charger to charge it.
After two years of not using it, when she plugged in the charger, the phone booted up smoothly in just a second and immediately locked onto the green charging screen.
Meng Fu rummaged around in the flowerpot in the hall and pulled out the dusty key. She then opened the door next to the bedroom.
It was her former study.
The door must have not been opened for a long time. The female reporter probably thought Meng Fu's bedroom was too empty and did not go into the study.
The female author must not have expected that Meng Fu's bedroom was barren, but her study was full.
On the left side of the study is a row of white bookshelves filled with books of all kinds. A tattered book in small seal script and an almost unread original book in F language are placed together. Next to the window is a rattan chair that looks quite old, and next to the rocking chair is a set of tea sets.
There was a set of silver needles next to the tea set, and the needle bag hadn't been closed yet.
There was a pile of notebooks on the desk, the pen holder was full of pens, and the lid of the black laptop was not closed yet.
Meng Fu walked to the table and looked down. On the open notebook was a string of scribbled English words she had written two years ago.
UNABOMBER.
Half an hour later, Meng Fu turned on her silver cell phone.
The boot speed is very fast, and the unlock password is four special symbols.
The female reporter was unable to unlock Meng Fu's phone at the time. In addition, Meng Fu's phone was not a Banana brand phone, but rather looked like a second-hand phone, so she had no use for it and directly asked the Jiang family to buy her the latest Banana 11 and also applied for a new SIM card.
As soon as she turned on her phone, countless messages came in, from her old number.
Then, the name "Sister Zhao" appeared on the screen again.
Meng Fu did not ignore it this time. Although this female reporter occupied her body, she did not cause her any big trouble. Instead, she helped her avoid a lot of trouble.
She glanced at the hall and threw the key to the study room back casually. The key fell into the flowerpot. If someone was here, they would definitely see that the position where her key fell in the flowerpot was exactly the same as the position where she had just picked it up.
Meng Fu curled her red lips and picked up the sunglasses on her collar with her slender fingers. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
**
Twenty minutes later.
"Best Idol" base.
Zhao Fan waited anxiously by the door, "Didn't this bastard say he'd be there in 20 minutes?"
She picked up her cell phone and was about to make a call when a taxi stopped in front of her.
A woman got out from the back of the car. She was wearing white tight trousers and a beige sweater. She had fair skin and delicate features. The moment she got out of the car, the sunlight above her head seemed to dim a lot.
Meng Fu’s haters called her a vase and accused her of being illiterate, but no one dared to criticize her for being ugly.
"Sister Zhao." Meng Fu took off her sunglasses and curled her lips at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan was dazed for a moment before she reacted. She held Meng Fu's hand and walked inside, saying hurriedly, "Have you practiced the group song well this week? Have you caught up with the tune? It's your turn for the assessment soon, and it's related to your grouping this time."
Meng Fu's soul followed the female reporter for a month. Although she had never learned the group song, she had listened to it countless times. She turned the sunglasses in her hand and curled her lips slightly, "Not bad."
Zhao Fan stared at her smile, paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Then...what about the English part?"
The group song of "Best Idol" has an English section. The female reporter's English is not good, especially her pronunciation, which is neither standard nor fluent, and she speaks haltingly.
It's a laughing stock.
Last week, Meng Fu was scolded by Xi Nancheng, a popular celebrity in the entertainment industry, in front of a group of trainees because of her poor performance, unclear pronunciation and inability to keep up with the pitch.
As a tutor, Xi Nancheng taught her patiently, but he discovered that Meng Fu could not even speak English and did not even know the musical notation.
Xi Nancheng was so angry that he left the scene immediately.
Zhao Fan was very worried.
In this assessment, each person needs to sing and dance the group song individually, and be rated by the instructor.
Meng Fu did not answer Zhao Fan, but just tilted her head and placed the sunglasses in Zhao Fan's palm. Her eyebrows were cold and charming, with a bit of lazy charm, "Wait for me to come out, baby."
Zhao Fan was waiting in the corridor, recalling her smile, and was a little overwhelmed.
She always felt that Meng Fu, who made her worry, was a little mysterious today.
**
At the assessment office, there is a ten-minute break and we are waiting for the next recording.
The groundskeeper flipped through the paper in his hand and said, "There's only one person left in Class A. Next up is Class B. I'll go get Teacher Xi."
Behind them was the instructor's lounge. Xi Nancheng drank a glass of warm water and asked, "Who's next?"
The stage manager took a look and said, "It's Meng Fu."
Xi Nancheng paused while drinking water, then sat down again, "Let the three teachers record first."
The stage manager nodded and went out directly.
"Best Idol" was not very popular at that time, but Meng Fu had become a topic of discussion. Xi Nancheng's agent also knew that Xi Nancheng had criticized Meng Fu and knew that Xi Nancheng did not like Meng Fu. When Meng Fu was mentioned, he also remembered one thing: "Her image is very suitable for the entertainment industry. What do you think? Is she suitable for signing with our company? I haven't met her yet."
Xi Nancheng lit a cigarette and said calmly: "You have high expectations but poor skills. You are not likable and you won't go far."
The agent nodded, giving up the idea of signing her, and just smiled, "She's assessing you but you're not going?"
Xi Nancheng flipped through the list and said, "No, it's a nuisance."
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**
In 2020, thank you all for staying. Brother Fu will be with you in the new year.
The heroine this time is a new attempt. Some of the settings refer to the fifth world "The Wrongly Embarked Daughter of a Wealthy Family" in Huahua's quick-travel book. The new novel wants to break through the emotional drama. Please collect, support and comment~
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