"Who could be inciting him from behind? Jiang Lai is my sister, she wouldnât want to harm me, right?"
"If itâs not her, then who else? Are you dumb?"
Mo Wanwan fell silent, her voice tightening, sounding both sorrowful and incredulous.
"It canât be... Although Jiang Lai doesnât like me, she wouldnât go so far as to harm Hengheng just to get at me, right...? Hengheng is so well-behaved and sensible; how could anyone be so heartless to harm him?"
"Jiang Lai... sheâs getting more and more out of hand. It seems I was too soft on her before, giving her the energy to keep on causing trouble here."
Ling Hanâs voice was cold.
"What are you planning to do? I donât want you getting involved in these matters because of me. Itâs nothing for us to suffer a little grievance, donât take it so seriously, itâs just a show recording anyway."
"This show is a gift I gave to you; some people just donât know how to appreciate it."
"Donât go too far... Let her realize her mistake, thatâs enough. Donât actually harm her, promise me, okay?"
Ling Hanâs voice turned helplessly soft again.
"How many times will it take for you to realize sheâs rotten to the core? Silly girl, donât worry, I know what Iâm doing. In the next few days, you should spend more time with Yangyang; Yangyangâs uncle has returned to the country, make a good impression on him."
At the mention of the word âuncleâ, Mo Wanwanâs eyes couldnât help but brighten.
"Is it Zhou Yiqing, the CEO of Chuangxing Entertainment?"
"Yes, although heâs not very attentive to his nephew, after all, he is the child of his late brother. Sending him to the show is to curb his unruly nature, but face must still be maintained."
"I see, I didnât expect him to return to the country so early."
"I didnât expect it either. I heard heâs been back for a while, but the main concern is still Hengheng. Heâs a bit sensitive, so take extra care with him. My sister found out about him falling off the stage today; sheâs a bit upset, though fortunately nothing major happened."
Hearing that Ling Yan had also seen todayâs live broadcast, Mo Wanwan felt a pang of apprehension and cautiously asked.
"Itâs natural for Sister Yan to be angry, did she say anything?"
"Iâve already explained things to my sister, she still has a good impression of you."
Mo Wanwan was slightly relieved.
The current head of the Ling Family is Ling Yan. Only by being accepted by Ling Yan can she openly be with Ling Han. And this timeâs parent-child show, it was not easy for Ling Han to persuade Ling Yan to let their son experience life on the show. She, of course, wants to take this opportunity to gain goodwill from the Ling Family.
"You donât need to worry so much, our family is not some feudal household, moreover, I have my own career now, enough to protect you well."
"I donât need you to protect me, you always treat me like a child, Iâm not the same as I was when I was small."
Ling Han smiled indulgently.
"Yes, stick with it a little longer, Iâll come to see you when youâre almost done there."
"Keep a low profile, I donât want everyone to know about us yet."
"Got it, as we agreed, weâll go public when you win Best Actress."
Finally, Mo Wanwan hung up the phone sweetly and then entered the live room using a secondary account to check the popularity and comments in each live room. Unexpectedly, Jiang Lai was not only ranked first, but her popularity was significantly higher than Wanwanâs, who was second. Clicking into the comment section, it was overwhelmingly positive, with almost no negative comments.
Does the internet really have no memory? Have they forgotten what Jiang Lai did before?
On impulse, she logged into her secondary account and went to the programâs plaza, and saw that among the top ten posts, about four were about Jiang Lai. Apparently, she gained a lot of fans in these few short days of live recording, and they didnât seem to be bought by the company.
With a heart full of unwillingness, she put down her phone. Anyway, Ling Han said he would help her, so she didnât need to worry. Jiang Lai, a hypocrite, will eventually be exposed.
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Early the next morning, Jiang Lai pulled a still very sleepy Yangyang out of bed.
"Iâm so sleepy! I want to sleep!"
"What did you promise me?"
Jiang Laiâs face hardened, and Yangyang immediately recalled the promise he made yesterday. As the big hero and man he was, of course, he wouldnât go back on his word, so he obediently got up.
The smell in the pigsty had already dissipated, and Jiang Lai had taken down the stage lights the night before and installed them in there, so now it was brightly lit inside. The two little piglets were chased into the grass nest outside to sleep. After breakfast, Jiang Lai conveniently cut some pig grass outside to feed the pigs, her actions so proficient that everyone thought she belonged in the village.
[Is there anything Jiang Lai doesnât know?]
[At her age, she knows what pig grass is; even my mom doesnât know]
[The little piglets are eating happily]
[Jiang Lai: Since Iâm raising one, I might as well raise three]
[Why do I feel like sheâs treating her son like a pig, too? Yangyang actually finished such a big bowl of noodles]
Of course, Yangyang was picky, wouldnât eat this or that, but hunger was relentless. Ever since following Jiang Lai, he hadnât had a bite of snacks, apart from three square meals; eating one extra would mean one less proper meal. After a few days of practice, Yangyang no longer complained about food and was so hungry at meal times he could lick the bowl clean without wasting anything.
Breakfast had to be finished within fifteen minutes; if time was up and he wasnât full, Jiang Lai directly dumped the contents of the bowl to the pigs. Therefore, Yangyang was particularly focused when eating, kicking the pigs under the table with his feet while eating.
After breakfast, Yangyang took out a small backpack, which contained everything but study materials.
Fortunately, Jiang Lai had prepared notebooks and pens ahead of time.
After quickly giving him a few problems, Jiang Lai also sat down, taking out the tablet she borrowed from the program team.
"You do your homework, mommy will do some too."
"Do you have homework too?"
"Of course, now stop dawdling, we have to hurry, we only have an hour before we must meet Tangguo and the others."
Eight-thirty was the gathering time, so Jiang Lai had to use this period to tutor Yangyang.
The camera focused on the few math, Chinese, and English problems in front of Yangyang, all at the first-grade level, very simple and perfectly suited for Yangyangâs age.
[Wow, has Jiang Lai specifically studied early childhood education?]
[Itâs really hard to find questions for kids. Iâm an elementary school teacher, and I rack my brain every day]
[Did you guys really not know Jiang Lai graduated from a teacher training college?]
[Wow, didnât see that coming, I thought she graduated from an art school]
[Same here, turns out Iâm in the same major]
[Am I the only one curious about what Jiang Lai is writing? She looks so focused]
The camera didnât aim at Jiang Lai, so everyone could only occasionally see her serious profile for a few seconds.
[But sheâs already graduated, why is she still studying?]
[Sheâs acting over the top, also I think making children study on a show is just for appearances]