She casually said, "Well, ’Xuan’ ans warm sunlight, brilliant and bright. My original na was Lin Xuan, and I was called Jiang Mian after my mom, so that’s what my nickna ca from."
Her parents just hoped she would be a person like warm sunlight, shining on herself and others, living a brilliant and bright life.
Luo Ting nodded slightly. Indeed, this ancestor had no worries about food or clothes; her life was brilliant and bright.
She suddenly noticed a girl beside her lost in thought, "Look, you’ve even scared Yangyang."
This again, President Fu was her husband and she was also the heiress to the Lin Group, feeling just like what Luo Ting found out back then.
"Sister Mianmian..."
Yangyang suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Jiang Mian laughed out loud, "It’s okay, everyone will know about it eventually."
Five minutes later, a statent appeared on Weibo.
Luo Ting V: [I’m also at the scene{photo}]
[I told you there’s no such thing as a backer]
[Jiang Mian always seems career-oriented, to think she’d even rent out a boyfriend, she probably never considered dating]
[But even if Director Mu isn’t her backer, there surely must be soone else]
"What are you doing?"
The artists were eerily silent, definitely up to so mischief.
Luo Ting’s gaze landed on the slightly curved red lips of Jiang Mian.
She was holding her phone, tapping away at sothing.
"Jiang Mian!"
"Ancestor, you really seem to want to make things even bigger."
That Weibo comnt had soone else below it, and Jiang Mian replied—
[Tell who my backer is then, I’d love to know]
The only one who would fan her own flas like this was none other than her.
[This sister is so bold!]
[A straight fight, not afraid at all]
[Is it ti to clean up the entertainnt circle haha, I think I love her even more]
...
The commotion from this incident started to fade.
Jiang Mian then rembered she hadn’t replied to Fu Sichen’s ssage.
Jiang Xiaomian: [Sniffle, he t with the Director without my consent, and I even refused]
Jiang Xiaomian: [Forcing others!]
Jiang Xiaomian: [Your wife is about to be sold by you, and yet still has to help them make money]
...
Jiang Mian rapidly typed a flurry of ssages, and Fu Sichen’s eyes softened a great deal.
At this mont, he sat in a private eting, scrolling through his phone with his head down while his fellow executives were laughing and talking around him.
"President Fu, hello, hello."
Fu Sichen’s eyes narrowed slightly, quickly moving away from the man before him.
Just sitting here for a day, one wouldn’t know how many people would co up to try and network with him.
"Old Fu, this is the new CEO of our entertainnt company, Zhao Pingjian, President Zhao."
Su Yuchuan naturally sat next to Fu Sichen, pouring out so good-quality Longjing tea before the rain.
Zhao Pingjian...
Fu Sichen’s deep eyes flashed a cold look, "So, you are Zhao Pingjian."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The man before Fu Sichen nodded and bowed, his face blooming with joy, not expecting President Fu to rember his na—a sign his career was on the rise.
"He just joined."
Su Yuchuan whispered while handing Fu Sichen a cup of tea, "Jiang Mian is now the head of the entertainnt company."
Originally, when Jiang Mian signed, Su Lixing asked him to take good care of this best friend.
Naturally, as Su Yuchuan watched Jiang Mian grow up and with Fu Sichen’s involvent, he dared not neglect this little sister-in-law.
Fu Sichen glanced at Su Yuchuan; his teacup trembled.
That look...
Soone was in trouble.
Su Yuchuan knew Fu Sichen too well, just one glance and he could tell his mood.
As for now, the look of wanting to chop soone was unmistakably clear.
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