Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Heavenly God Jiang Yu Returns?!
After liking the post, Jiang Mingyu put his phone away and turned back to enter the police station.
The Ethiopian police had already investigated the attempted murder case against Shao Chuan, confirming his motive and the trajectory of his cri.
Since Shao Chuan was ultimately a citizen of Hua Country, they had to deport him back to his ho country for processing after the trial.
Jiang Mingyu stood outside the interrogation room, looking through a pane of glass at Shao Chuan, who hung his head. He opened his mouth, then turned to the police.
“Excuse , may I go in and, and speak to him for a mont?”
The policeman glanced at him, then back at Shao Chuan inside.
“Yes, ten minutes.”
“Thank, thank you.”
Jiang Mingyu pushed the door and entered.
The mont he saw him, Shao Chuan’s expression turned from numb to indifferent.
“Are you here to mock ?”
Jiang Mingyu furrowed his brows and sat across from him.
“I, I never wanted to mock you. I just don’t understand, Shao, Shao Chuan, why, why would you do this?”
From childhood, his personality was rather solitary, compounded by a physiological stutter that worsened whenever he felt nervous.
Because of this affliction, he had been ostracized by people around him since kindergarten.
Later in high school, he was discovered by a talent scout by chance and thus entered the path of the entertainnt industry.
Originally, he disliked the murky atmosphere of the entertainnt industry, but to his surprise, he found that standing in front of the cara or on stage cald him naturally, alleviating his stuttering.
More importantly, entering the entertainnt industry ant he could always be with Shen Lan.
Thus, he devotedly pursued his role as Heavenly God for twenty years.
Life at the top proved lonelier than ever before, with no one beside him except Shen Lan.
Until Shao Chuan appeared.
He rembered the first ti he t him—Shao Chuan was shy and timid, his eyes filled with hopeful light that even an elder like him envied.
Shao Chuan was the only person, aside from Shen Lan, who did not disdain his solitude and quirks.
Even after he retired and decided to travel the world, Shao Chuan followed him unreservedly, supporting him.
But why had it co to this?
Jiang Mingyu couldn’t understand, feeling a pain in his heart.
Shao Chuan burst out laughing.
“Jiang Mingyu, even now you do not understand . You do not deserve to understand or to bear the title Heavenly God!”
“Do you know? From the mont you released your first album, I adored you, admired how you shone on the stage, truly like a Heavenly God. My entry into the entertainnt industry was all because of you.”
“But you let down and all your fans, just because of that woman. You abandoned everything you loved and everyone who loved you. Was it worth it?!”
“Haha, didn’t you want a happy family? But did you achieve that? In the end, aren’t you left with nothing? And you’ve also deeply hurt all of us, your fans!”
“I didn’t want to see my Heavenly God fall into being an ordinary person. Rather than watching you lead an aimless life in your later years, numbing yourself with extre sports, it would be better to end your life at its peak. That way, I could tell the world you retired due to illness, not wanting to worry your fans—that would be the perfect Heavenly God, wouldn’t it?”
Watching Shao Chuan nearly fall into madness, Jiang Mingyu’s pupils dilated, filled with surprise and bewildernt.
A mont later, he stood up, his expression returning to cold calm.
“Shao Chuan, I, I now see through you—you’re insane!”
“I, I never wanted to be so Heavenly God. I just wanted to be myself. I’ve sacrificed my youth for the stage; must I continue to exhaust all my energy to be your god?”
He wanted to say more, but seeing Shao Chuan’s hysterical madness, he suddenly didn’t want to speak any further.
He had thought Shao Chuan was his most loyal friend, but in the end, he was no different from those crazed sasaeng fans.
Never mind, let’s just say he was wrong to trust him; after all, he was always ant to be alone.
With that thought, Jiang Mingyu gave a self-deprecating laugh, said no more, and left the interrogation room without looking back.
Exiting the police station, he drove, intending to return to his apartnt to rest. But the mont he turned on his phone, he was bombarded with tens of thousands of ssages.
All from Weibo.
Jiang Mingyu was dumbfounded.
His account had been empty; how could it suddenly have so many ssages?
After opening Weibo, he was even more shocked.
At this mont, the top trending topic on Weibo was no longer “Shen Lan reveals Jiang Li is her niece,” but “Heavenly God suspected of making a coback.”
Seeing these two words, Jiang Mingyu’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly clicked in.
He was astonished to find that he had accidentally liked Shen Lan’s Weibo with his main account!
Within five minutes, that like was shared hundreds of thousands of tis, causing Shen Lan’s Weibo likes to exceed ten million.
The comnt section was instantly overwheld.
[OMG, Jiang Yu liked Shen Lan’s post ten minutes ago??? Is Yu God planning a coback???]
[??? Help, in my lifeti I get to see Yu God post on Weibo? And he liked his forr agent’s post, could he really be making a coback?]
[Didn’t Yu God emphatically state when he retired that he would never co back? Is he going to contradict himself now?]
[Tears of an era, I still can’t forget the concert I attended when I was 18, and now I’m 30, but he’s still my phone wallpaper.]
Jiang Yu’s Weibo had been silent for over a decade, and this movent was akin to the return of a mythical first love to the country.
And not just any first love, but that of millions of girls.
However, Jiang Mingyu himself started shaking nervously.
What to do, what to do, had he made a huge mistake?!
Instinctively, he wanted to call Shen Lan, but then realized it must be very late back in his ho country.
She was already very tired; it wouldn’t be right to disturb her rest.
At forty years old and still making such basic mistakes, Ah Lan wouldn’t think he was still immature, still like a child, would she?
With this thought, Jiang Mingyu could only tremble as he switched his Weibo to a private account and then clutched the steering wheel in frustration.
…
When Jiang Yan saw this trending topic while eating.
Jiang Li had made bamboo rice today, filling the room with the fragrance of bamboo and the sticky sweetness of glutinous rice.
But the mont he saw the trending topic, he lost all appetite.
“Holy shit, my uncle liked Second Aunt’s Weibo? Is he coming back from the dead?!”
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