Chapter 18
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His tone made Qiao Lian very uncomfortable.
Paparazzi were indeed a celebrity's natural enemy, but he couldn't kill all the reporters in one fell swoop!
Qiao Lian said stiffly, "It's not yours."
Shen Liangchuan's expression turned even colder. He walked away without looking at her and said in a commanding tone, "Resign immediately!"
Qiao Lian panicked and asked, "Why?"
"Because I don't want my child's mother to be a scum who digs into other people's privacy!"
Every word was like a heavy hammer that struck Qiao Lian's heart.
She stood rooted to the ground, staring at Shen Liangchuan as he strode into the lounge. She clenched her fists tightly.
Her frail body was trembling slightly, but a bitter smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
If she had a choice, she didn't want to be a paparazzi either. She had her own dreams, but she had her own reasons.
Qiao Lian took a deep breath and walked to the door of the lounge. She overheard the conversation in the room.
Shen Liangchuan's manager, Song Cheng, said anxiously, "Brother Shen, you're at the peak of your popularity. You shouldn't bring up such a sensitive topic like a secret marriage! Now, we can't even respond. Look, if you admit to your marriage … "
"No." Shen Liangchuan's tone was firm. He wasn't afraid of announcing his marriage, but he didn't want to announce it to her. Because it would constantly remind him of how ridiculous he had been eight years ago.
Song Cheng nodded and said, "Yes, of course you can't admit it. If you do, many people will stop being your fan! I don't want you to admit it either. But you can't deny it, that would be lying! All we can do now is wait for the popularity to die down. But based on past experience, your popularity won't go down in less than half a month! Sigh, Brother Shen, what should we do? "
Shen Liangchuan replied calmly, "You're my manager, this is your problem."
Song Cheng: …
Qiao Lian, who was standing outside the door, poked her head in and saw Song Cheng standing there anxiously. Meanwhile, Shen Liangchuan was sitting on the sofa with a relaxed expression, reading his script.
He was reading very seriously. A ray of sunlight shone in through the window and onto his back. He exuded an indescribable charm.
Qiao Lian's heart skipped a beat.
The internet was clearly in an uproar, but he remained motionless, with a kind of calmness that could not be disturbed by dust.
This calmness seemed to be contagious. Song Cheng gradually felt less anxious. He lightened his footsteps and walked out.
Qiao Lian glanced at Shen Liangchuan and then stood outside with Song Cheng, closing the door behind them.
She looked down at her toes and suddenly said, "Leave the scandal to me."
Song Cheng looked at her in astonishment. "Ms. Qiao?"
Qiao Lian put on a smile and said, "I'll think of a way to bring down the heat."
Song Cheng suddenly laughed. "Why does Ms. Qiao want to help Mr. Shen?"
Why help him?
She thought for a moment and found an excuse. "Because when the time comes, I have a favor to ask of Mr. Shen."
After helping him, it should be easier to talk to him about continuing to work as a reporter.
She must have wanted to help him for this reason!
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