Chapter 12 YC Live Celebration Clarification

Inside the apartment.

Zhou Yili just got up and was in a good mood. He looked more casual at home, wearing a loose sleeveless black T-shirt and wide-leg pants, with a few tufts of fluffy blue hair fluttering on his head, and was about to go out.

His footsteps paused.

What did Shen Jixing say he talked to him about today?

...a reasonable explanation, right?

The hand that was pressing on the door handle loosened, Zhou Yili lifted the hem of his clothes with one hand, tilted his head back and took them off, revealing his sturdy and strong upper body.

I walked towards the cloakroom humming a little tune in a good mood.

Half an hour later——

The young master appeared in an elegant and luxurious outfit, his black silk shirt flowing in the dim light, his cuffs casually rolled up to his sexy elbows, and a Patek Philippe white gold and blue starry sky watch buckled on his wrist.

The dazzling dust all around seemed to be glowing.

He walked gracefully to the second bedroom with his long legs, and kicked the door dignifiedly, "Tell me, what are you going to talk about?"

No one answered.

Zhou Yili's proud expression paused for a moment, frowned and waited for a moment, then reached out and pushed the door open.

“…”

He lightly touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of his teeth and snorted indifferently: "Okay, the person is gone again."

Zhou Yili walked down the stairs and made sure there was no trace of the little white bird in the apartment.

He couldn't help himself and laughed out of anger again.

"Good."

"So you're treating my place like a hotel, right?"

…

The YC live broadcast celebration is boring and long.

Most of the people present came for Shen Jixing's revelations, but ended up being forced to watch the new product launch for two hours.

The reporters felt heavy and tired carrying their long guns, and they deeply experienced what it means to be...

Money is hard to make, but shit is hard to eat.

"Brother Shen, are you really not going to contact Mr. and Mrs. Herbert?" Xiong Xiong asked with some concern.

Even his stupid brain knew that Fang Siqian would definitely not be kind enough to help him clarify the matter.

The Herberts must have been deceived!

Shen Jixing was resting his eyes and said calmly, "No contact information."

raging:"?"

Pei Ming: “???”

He pointed at Fang Sigan on the platform outside the car window and said, "Could that guy have brought two liars here?"

Shen Jixing found it funny for some reason, "Not really. I do have some relationship with them..."

But he didn't seem to want to say more, and Pei Ming understood and didn't ask any more questions.

The end will soon be known.

Finally, the new product launch conference is over.

YC got a big advantage this time, and his smug look made Pei Ming sneer.

"What's the point of buying it for free? Is there anyone who doesn't know what's going on?"

This brand was rejected by them at first, but they held a grudge against it and now they are secretly doing things to trick them.

Pei Ming was too lazy to play with them.

The microphone was handed to Fang Siqian, who smiled gently and said, "As the two-year anniversary celebration of the YC luxury jewelry brand comes to an end, I would like to take up a little of your time."

It’s coming, it’s finally coming.

The reporters immediately picked up their cameras again.

"I'm sure everyone has heard about this." Fang Sigan's face was warm, polite and apologetic: "I know that occupying public resources is not a good thing, but I have always regarded Mr. Shen as my mentor. If I happen to have this opportunity to do something for him, I will be happy to do it."

His words were well-measured and his image as a warm man was perfectly solidified.

But the reporters present: "..."

I want to kill you with one shot.

We are all in the same industry, and everyone knows what's going on. It's obvious who the beneficiary is by using Shen Jixing's fame to promote the two-hour new product.

On the bullet screen——

"My brother is so kind and gentle. I'm crying!"

"Brother actually thought that Shen Jixing was an enlightenment senior. God knows how long he was chased and scolded by Ding Liuxing fans. Brother, you are so kind that it makes people feel distressed..."

"Fang Fang is just so good. Others are hiding from him, but he is the only one willing to stand up. Star fans really owe him an apology."

"This is so funny, does Dingliuxing still have fans now?"

“…………”

Fang Sigan glanced at the live broadcast screen, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corners of his lips.

"We have the Herberts next."

Pei Ming sat up straight immediately.

Shen Jixing finally opened his eyes and looked out the window calmly——

They were a loving and romantic old couple. Herbert did not forget to support his wife when he went up the stairs. They were both well-dressed, simple and elegant without losing their dignified manner.

His whole body of dignified temperament is indeed somewhat similar to Actor Shen.

But, no matter what, they can’t be called biological parents.

Because Mr. and Mrs. Herbert are authentic French people with silver hair and gray eyes.

"Is this funny?"

"Looking to a foreigner to clarify, has Mr. Shen gone insane?"

"If they dare to say that Shen Jixing is their son, I will laugh for the whole year. What kind of absurdity is this? Two French people gave birth to an orthodox Chinese?"

Hey, they really dare to say it.

Mr. Herbert passed the microphone to his wife. Mrs. Herbert adjusted her retro and elegant lace hat and said in fluent and old-fashioned English: "Nova is our child."

There was an outburst of astonishment from the audience.

The live broadcast question marks filled the entire screen.

Mrs. Herbert couldn't read Chinese, but she could understand question marks.

So she explained slowly and gently: "Nova is an Asian youth who is known as the Eastern Star in our country. He has a very nice Chinese name, Shen Jixing."

Old Mrs. Herbert's gray eyes were cloudy and gentle, and her face was full of sincerity despite her old age.

For a moment, even the mocking comments disappeared.

He has a very nice Chinese name, Shen Jixing.

She said this in Chinese, and for some reason there was a sense of clumsy sincerity. Pei Ming subconsciously looked at Shen Jixing.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was as thin as ice and snow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Why is Mr. Shen your child?" The male reporter in the audience glanced at someone on the stage, raised the microphone and asked in English.

His tone was teasing and joking.

"Excuse me, I'm afraid you two can't give birth to a child like Mr. Shen, right?"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Mrs. Herbert's expression was as gentle and kind as if she was facing a quarrelsome child.

She whispered, "Nova is our adopted child."

She suddenly changed into French.

The male reporter didn't understand French and was suddenly confused. He looked at the man in the white suit on the stage.

Fang Siqian kindly smiled and translated, "Ah, is this the child you once adopted?"

The surprise in his tone was so obvious that it startled everyone, including Mr. and Mrs. Herbert.

Doesn’t this child...know about this?

She frowned slightly, with a vague bad feeling.

Then Fang Siqian continued to ask with a smile: "Why didn't they adopt him later? Was it because of what Mr. Shen did?"

Mrs. Herbert stumbled.

Her gray eyes were a little sad, and she looked at the Chinese youth in front of her in disbelief.

No matter how gentle and kind she was, she knew that she was being used by this young man.

What...does he want to do?

Isn't he Nova's friend?

At this moment, the microphone in her hand was gently taken away.

Old Herbert faced all the reporters present. His wrinkled face still vaguely showed his former charm. His gray eyes said solemnly and firmly: "Nova was adopted by us 21 years ago. He was only six years old at that time. He was a beautiful and well-behaved child."

"What a pity..."

Fang Siqian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at old Herbert.

Everyone held their breath.

"Because of us, we can no longer take care of him."

"So we reluctantly sent him back to his homeland."

There seemed to be tears in old Herbert's grey eyes. He reached out and gently held his wife's shoulders. "But in our hearts, he will always be our child."

"We will be like all the warm families in this world, and be his eternal support and harbor."