Chapter Ninety-Seven: Withdrawing from the Recording and Leaving the Stage

Shen Qian had already told them that Jiang Sui had inherited a vast fortune from her father.

In truth, this was entirely within his expectations.

Jiang Sui’s father was no ordinary man; his background and standing could even be called formidable in the business world.

Even the Shen family could not compare to him.

That was why he had been puzzled by Jiang Sui’s belief that her mother had married him for money.

Had Jiang Sui’s father never told her what the Jiang family did?

But since Jiang Sui’s father had not told her, he said nothing either.

There must have been a reason her father kept it from her.

“But… but my Sui Sui still lived so many years without a mother. It’s only natural that she hates me. Xiangdong, seeing what she did to Xuanxuan, I truly feel I’m not worthy to be her mother…” Lin Hui cried as though her heart were being torn apart.

Shen Xiangdong also sighed.

“Sometimes people are only fighting for pride. There is no deep hatred between you and your daughter; it all began with a misunderstanding, and Sui Sui had a temper no one could bend in the past. Now things are different… From now on, you still have plenty of time to make it up to her. I will also treat her as my own daughter.”

Lin Hui nodded, then immediately pulled out her phone.

Shen Xiangdong blinked. “What are you doing?”

Lin Hui looked as though she had been injected with endless energy. “I’m going to keep fighting for my daughter! I’m going to curse those black-hearted trolls to death!”

Shen Xiangdong: “...”

No—where was his gentle and lovely Lin Hui?

At the interview set, tears had already filled many faces in the silence.

Li Lan was someone with an especially strong capacity for empathy, and after hearing what Xuanxuan had said, her eyes were thoroughly wet as well.

She sniffled, wiped the corners of her eyes with her finger, and did her best to maintain her composure.

She immediately took out a pack of tissues she carried with her and handed it to Xiao Nan.

Xiao Nan understood at once, taking the tissues and walking toward Xuanxuan. He pulled one out and carefully, tenderly wiped away Xuanxuan’s tears.

“Don’t cry, Xuanxuan,” the little boy said with a voice full of aching gentleness. “You still have Mommy Jiang Sui.”

Xiao Nan was the son of a film queen. He had inherited Li Lan’s beauty and genes; though still young, it was already clear that he was a very proper and handsome child.

It was just that, on the show, he had always been overshadowed by Ji Chuan.

Xiao Nan was usually well-behaved, so he did not stand out, and as a result he had far fewer fans than Xuanxuan and Ji Chuan.

But Jiang Sui had always known that Xiao Nan was the kind of good child Xuanxuan should be spending time with.

Xiao Nan had excellent upbringing: he was neither arrogant nor impatient, and he treated others with humility and courtesy.

So Jiang Sui often had Xuanxuan go play with Xiao Nan, to keep her away from Ji Chuan.

“Thank you, Brother Xiao Nan.” Xuanxuan bit her lip, still choked with tears.

The Xuanxuan who had always protected herself like a hedgehog, bristling with sharpness, had completely lowered her guard after meeting Jiang Sui.

Now she was so pitiable it broke the heart.

As for the interview after that, Jiang Sui simply took Xuanxuan and left.

They did not continue filming.

Yet after this interruption, no matter how much the rest of the interview tried to highlight Bai Xixue or give Ji Chuan screen time, one line from Xuanxuan kept echoing in everyone’s minds: “I don’t have a mom or dad anymore…”

And there was also the image of Jiang Sui fiercely defending her daughter as she left with a cold face.

This was the first time a guest had walked off a program, and not a single person thought it was inappropriate.

Even when Jiang Sui and Xuanxuan previously walked off that parent-child livestream variety show, it had drawn plenty of abuse.

But this time, not a single person spoke against it.