Chapter 439: 282 Shameless, the old lady makes a strong move
Tang Wan dropped Shen Zhixian off and then headed back to the studio to continue working, thinking that her employees had been working hard recently and decided to bring everyone afternoon tea on the way.
Just as she arrived at the studio building, she received a call from Chen Zhi.
"Uncle Chen, do you know I brought some food for you..."
"A gentleman came to the studio insisting on seeing Teacher Shen." Chen Zhi had come over from Pingjiang a few days ago.
"Teacher Shen?" Tang Wan frowned, "Why would someone looking for her come here? Just offer him a cup of tea and give him Teacher Shenâs contact information."
Managing public relations was Chen Zhiâs responsibility. Where did he need her guidance?
"He claims to be Teacher Shenâs foster father."
"Hm?" Tang Wan paused.
"He said someone saw Teacher Shen here today and came looking, he seems..." Chen Zhi struggled to find the right adjective, "youâd better hurry over and see for yourself."
"Iâll be there momentarily."
...
Tang Wanâs studio was not that large to begin with. As soon as she pushed the door open, she was hit with a strong smell of cigarette smoke, where a man in his fifties was seated, pinching a cigarette, puffing smoke rings.
"Teacher Tang." The studio staff couldnât work and were all waiting for her to deal with the situation.
"Wanwan, itâs him." Chen Zhi seemed helpless. If it were an outsider, it would be another matter, but he was claiming to be Shen Zhixianâs foster father, and that complicated things. "I told him sheâs not here, but he wouldnât listen or leave, and I couldnât deal with it, so I had to wait for you. However, I did call Teacher Shen."
"You called her?" Tang Wan frowned.
"Is there a problem with that?" Since he was her foster father, it wasnât odd for Chen Zhi to notify her.
Tang Wan shook her head and observed him. The man hastily snuffed out his cigarette, stood up, and reached out to greet her with an ingratiating smile, "Youâre the boss, hello..."
"Hello." Since he claimed to be Shen Zhixianâs foster father, she extended her hand politely for a brief handshake.
The manâs fingers were rough, calloused, and yellowed from nicotine; his nails were poorly trimmed and rather unkempt.
"Youâre looking for Teacher Shen?" Tang Wan was still very polite in speaking with him.
"I heard she was here today, Iâm her foster father, and I wanted to talk to her. I apologize for troubling you."
The man had been casually smoking and swinging his leg before, but now he was smiling at her fawningly, clearly someone who changed his tune depending on who he was dealing with.
"Sheâs not here," Tang Wan stated plainly, "She just dropped by earlier and has already left."
"Could you trouble yourself to find her for me? I donât have her contact info."
"Are you really her foster father?" Tang Wan scrutinized him. "Sorry if I come across abrupt, but I donât know you, and based only on your word..."
The man hastily took out several photos from his pocket and handed them to her "Iâm telling the truth, look, these are photos of her and her mom, and hereâs her ID photo from when she was in school."
Tang Wan took them and indeed, it was Shen Zhixian...
"I am not a bad guy, hereâs my ID card." The man said as he handed Tang Wan his ID card.
Name: Zhong Jijun.
Zhong...
Wasnât that the surname Shen Zhixian had mentioned on the phone...
"After her mother died, she lived with us the whole time. Once she went abroad, we lost contact. I saw her on TV recently and have been wanting to reach out to her. When I heard she was spotted here, I came over..." the man explained with a smile.
"If you really are her foster father, you can go check at the Xie Family. They will surely treat you as an honored guest," Tang Wan said as she returned his ID with a smile.
"No need, I just want to meet her."
"She doesnât work here, and sheâs already gone..."
"Then you must be able to contact her, right? Iâll just wait here, I wonât interrupt your work."
It seemed to Tang Wan that this man was intent on stubbornly waiting for her. If it were someone else, she would have thrown them out by now, but uncertain of his relationship with Shen Zhixian, Tang Wan wasnât sure what to say at the moment.
...
The studio employees looked at each other in confusion. Teacher Shen was knowledgeable and polite, how could she have such a shameless foster father.
As Tang Wan was in a difficult spot, the man was unhurried, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and continuing to puff away. But soon enough, Shen Zhixian arrived.
Covered in dust, her face full of anger.
"Oh, Xianxian, you finally made it," the man said with a smile.
"Wanwan, Iâm truly sorry," Shen Zhixian couldnât even face Tang Wan.
"Iâm fine."
"Zhong Jijun, this is someone elseâs place, what are you doing here?" It was the first time Tang Wan had seen Shen Zhixian so angry. She was usually dignified and elegant, and even when she was soft-spoken, she didnât sound as fiercely stern as now, "This is a workplace for others."