"It's President Shen!!!"
"I heard that the scoop is worth eight figures. Tsk, tsk, tsk, a man's rage for a beauty's sake, it moved to tears!"
Xiang-Nuan stood there, stunned. Shen Yanshi?
He spent eight figures on a female celebrity's scandal?!
Zheng Xuanlin's ssages kept popping up: "Stop it, this is love!"
Xiang-Nuan: "..."
"It's an eight-figure love! How great it would be if that money went directly to you, ah!" Zheng Xuanlin began to lant, thumping her chest in distress.
Xiang-Nuan: "..."
She had no idea what Shen Yanshi was thinking.
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Strategist isn't recasting, and he even helped her deal with Zhuang Linna. Could it be out of guilt?
That didn't seem like sothing he would feel.
Because of love? That was even more preposterous.
But with all he's doing now, it seems rude not to thank him. However, after the harsh words she had said to him last ti, wouldn't it seem contrived to say sothing now?
Xiang-Nuan opened his chat window, biting her lip in hesitation, typing and deleting, ultimately unsure whether to speak to him or not.
Suddenly, Amy burst through the door: "Sister Nuan, soone outside is looking for you, claiming to be your father?"
Xiang-Nuan's expression changed: "What?"
Amy was taken aback, having never seen Xiang-Nuan's face look so troubled, and spoke more cautiously: "That man has been waiting near the set, insisting on seeing you, claiming to be your father, nad Zhao Chenggang. I wasn't sure, so I ca to ask you..."
Xiang-Nuan clenched her phone tightly, her face turning pale.
"Sister Nuan? Should I send him away?"
"I'll go have a look." Xiang-Nuan stood up, opened the door, and went out.
She had just finished work and removed her makeup and hairdo, now just wearing a coat as she headed out.
The filming location was cordoned off, and outsiders couldn't enter without a work pass or an escort. Crew mbers greeted her along the way, and she responded stiffly, feeling as if her steps were weighed down by lead.
Finally, outside, she saw a middle-aged man pacing anxiously under the streetlight. He looked up, saw her, and his murky eyes suddenly brightened, like a bloodsucker spotting its prey.
"Nuan-Nuan, it's Daddy!"
Daddy, such a foreign term.
Her face darkened: "What do you want?"
"Hey, what could I possibly want from my daughter? I just missed you and wanted to see how you're doing. Hey, you've grown up and beco successful, a big star now!"
Zhao Chenggang smirked slyly: "Heard you've snagged a rich Young Master? Must've given you quite a bit of money, huh."
Xiang-Nuan stared at his greedy eyes, her fingers trembling uncontrollably as dark mories from years ago flooded back.
She clenched her fist tightly, digging her nails into her flesh to calm herself, and stared at him: "Zhao Chenggang, you've caused my mother to be in a nursing ho to this day, and now you co to talk to about father-daughter affection, don't you find it laughable?"
Zhao Chenggang's expression turned awkward, his eyes flitting about guiltily: "Hey, that was so many years ago, are you still holding a grudge against Daddy?"
"Don't use that term, it disgusts ."
"How can you speak to like that?! You think you're so great now that you're a star, with a wealthy patron? No matter what, you're still my flesh and blood! How dare you be so disrespectful?!"
Xiang-Nuan sneered: "You should know how disrespectful I can be, right? Want to try breaking a leg again?"
A flicker of fear crossed Zhao Chenggang's eyes.
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