At that time, he was almost eight years old. In the orphanage, he was already considered a big child. That day, Yan Qingchi felt wronged, sad, and angry. He thought that it would be great if the principal's mother could hear what they said with him, or if he could let the principal's mother hear what they said.
It would be great if there was something that could record what others said. That way, he could play what they said when they said that he was not lying. That way, others would believe him.
It was not until later when he was adopted by his foster parents that he learned that mobile phones had recording functions. However, it was sometimes inconvenient to record with mobile phones, so he bought a recording pen later.
These things were already in the past. Yan Qingchi would not be too emotional when he thought about it now.
His two good friends later came to him to apologize when he left. However, at that time, they had already spread the rumor to the whole class. Yan Qingchi did not forgive them. He was not the kind of person who would easily forgive major mistakes since he was young. He even said to them angrily, "Even if you say that I'm a thief, I have my own parents and I have my own home. But you don't have it yet. Hahaha! "
He turned around and ran into his foster father's car. He waved goodbye to his younger siblings and left the orphanage.
However, he could not tell Jiang Mochen these things. This was not the experience of the Yan Qingchi he transmigrated to. This was his own experience, so he could not tell Jiang Mochen.
Yan Qingchi hesitated whether he should tell Jiang Mochen the truth. He could tell him that he was not from this world. He could not tell Jiang Mochen that the world they lived in was a novel. He could just say that it was a parallel space. However, would Jiang Mochen believe him? Would he panic?
Probably not, he thought. Jiang Mochen could even accept that he could have children. This kind of thing should be easier to accept than a man having children. Perhaps if he told Jiang Mochen that he was not from this world, Jiang Mochen would think that everything was solved. He would think that it was because he was not from this world that he could have children.
When Yan Qingchi thought of this, she didn't know what expression she should show. However, even if he wanted to tell Jiang Mochen about it, now was definitely not the time. He hoped that he could tell Jiang Mochen about it face to face, rather than through a phone. They could see each other, but they couldn't touch each other.
"I'll tell you later." Yan Qingchi smiled. "Wait until …" He thought for a moment. "Wait until I think it's the right time."
Jiang Mochen had always gone along with him, so he nodded and didn't think too much about it. "Are you going to tell Director Fu about this?"
Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you think I should tell her? I'm afraid that if I tell Director Fu and say, 'Director Fu, that bastard Mo Jianying wants to sleep with me', Director Fu will be scared to death. "
Jiang Mochen thought for a moment. "You can wait and see what he's going to do next. According to what he said to you before, you don't need to tell Director Fu. Mo Jianying will criticize you online first. When the time comes and you argue with him, you won't be able to get away with it. Director Fu will also know about it."
"Then she will probably be very upset. She lost a real villain in her own production team, and now she's hiding a hypocrite."
Jiang Mochen sighed. "To be honest, Mo Jianying is really good at hiding his true colors. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that he was such a person. Moreover, his image is really good. Luckily, you recorded the conversation. Otherwise, if the two of you were to meet, I would naturally believe you unconditionally. However, other people would definitely choose to believe him based on their own subconscious impressions. So, Director Fu, you don't have to blame yourself for this. Wasn't everyone kept in the dark before this? "
Yan Qingchi nodded. "Speaking of which, I still don't understand. He obviously knows that we know each other and even thinks that I like you. Then, isn't he afraid that I'll reject him and tell you? If I fight with him, my image won't be as good as his and everyone won't stand on my side. But you're different. Your image is so good. If you stand up for me, you can still defeat him. "
"What does he think you are?"
"I like …" Yan Qingchi only realized halfway through her sentence that this profiteer was still trying to trick her at a time like this! What a big profiteer!
"Jiang Mochen, you better be serious!" Yan Qingchi couldn't wait to knock a hole in his head and pour out the dirty water inside. "What about you? I want to hit you right now!"
Jiang Mochen thought that he would finally hear the words "I like you" this time, but in the end, it didn't happen. He smiled and comforted his angry lover. "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I really couldn't hold it in. You know, after bickering with you so much, my thinking has improved tremendously. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to react so quickly."
"Shut up. You're still trying to reason with me."
Jiang Mochen immediately said obediently, "I didn't reason with you. I didn't reason with you. I was wrong. Let's get back to the topic."
He looked at Yan Qingchi on the other side of the video and explained gently, "It's actually very simple. The two of us haven't made our relationship public, so he won't think that we're already married. At most, he'll think that we're in an ambiguous period. When couples in an ambiguous period encounter this kind of thing, some people will be too embarrassed to tell the person they like, while some will think that it's their own business and has nothing to do with the other party, so they will subconsciously choose to hide it. He probably thinks that you won't tell me. And as I said before, he has a good image. So, he just needs to change the story a little, and you'll be unscrupulous and want to climb into his bed for fame and fortune. This is very suitable to drive a wedge between us, isn't it? "
Yan Qingchi was shocked when she heard this. "Is he going to tell you that I want to climb into his bed?"
"He probably won't tell me, but he should have prepared for it. If you don't say anything, then he won't let anyone else know about it. If you tell me and I argue with him, he'll accuse me and say that you seduced him for fame and fortune. But of course, "Jiang Mochen smiled," these things are useless between the two of us. What script do you want? Which director do you want to work with? Why do you need to climb into someone else's bed?
Yan Qingchi clicked her tongue and said, "You're really a classic."
Jiang Mochen didn't understand why he suddenly used such a metaphor. Puzzled, he asked, "Is it meaningful and profound?"
"No, it's the paper that's turning yellow day by day!"
Jiang Mochen couldn't help but laugh. "My wife is so cultured."
Yan Qingchi smiled. He suddenly remembered the tone in which Mo Jianying had spoken to him and the series of developments. He frowned and said, "Do you think he'll really fight with me online?"
"Do you hope so?" Jiang Mochen asked him back.
Yan Qingchi nodded. He looked at Jiang Mochen and said seriously, "I hope so." He said, "I can't just let this go. I'm fine today, I'm not afraid of him. Even if I offend him, my resources won't be affected because I have you backing me up. But there are always other small celebrities who don't have any power or influence. How can they compete with him? So I have to announce his true colors and let everyone see his disgusting face clearly. "
Jiang Mochen felt that he was really good. He looked at Yan Qingchi and nodded gently. "Okay, you'll get what you want. If he doesn't take the initiative to talk about you online, I'll find a way to make him say it. You don't have to do anything first. Wait for him to attack you first. Then you can say something and directly slap his face. "
"Okay."
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