Xia Wei Liang scrolled through Weibo and then, turning back, sent a fist-bump emoji in the Tie family group chat with her phone.
Cheng Ge: [Liang’er, your Cheng Ge is getting old. My tolerance is a bit low. Next time you have something like this, give me three days’ notice!]
Sister Hua: [I have to say, my sister is too clever! If it were me, with a film emperor and a TV emperor, I’d just take them both!]
Rui Rui: [Sis! Don't worry about the film emperor. I'll fulfill your filial duty for you!]
Finally, Director Song was also pinged by them. [What's going on? What film emperor and TV emperor? Can someone explain it to me?]
Cheng Ge: [Director Song, it's getting late. You should go to sleep.]
Sister Hua: [Don’t stay up late with us young people.]
Director Song: […Good night.]
Xia Wei Liang chuckled and sent a large red packet. [Thank you, my Tie family!]
On the other end, Xi En saw Xia Wei Liang's reply and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "She's actually quite clever."
Chacha was almost speechless. "Brother En, the company called just now, asking what's going on and why you're clashing with the film emperor."
Xi En closed his eyes, his light brown eyes behind his glasses glancing at her. "They're overthinking it. My interaction with Xia Wei Liang is purely normal; it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Alas, Brother En, Xiao Yi's background is unfathomably deep. We shouldn't provoke him. After all, you move in different circles than him. There's really no need…"
Xi En's expression turned frosty. He looked up at her. "Is this your first day working with me?"
Knowing she had said the wrong thing, Chacha fell silent.
Xi En didn't say much more, his gaze returning to his phone, and he replied to Xia Wei Liang: [@Xia Wei Liang That's truly a shame.]
This farce finally came to an end.
The next day, some people reviewed it, directly stating that it was two top stars from the film, television, and variety circles...
Xia Wei Liang naturally picked up a tissue and wiped the little girl's mouth. "Teacher Xi, please don't mind. My assistant has something to do at the company today and no one to bring her. I don't feel at ease leaving her with others."
Xi En observed her quietly, smiling. "I don't mind."
"That's good." Turning back, she sat up straight. "Then let's begin."
Xi En looked at her again. The girl hadn't mentioned anything about yesterday's events. Was her composure too deep, or did she simply not care about those things, as they were not significant enough to affect her?
He lowered his eyes. "Okay, let's begin."
An hour later.
Xi En signaled that they could take a break. To be honest, Xia Wei Liang had done a lot of homework yesterday, and her comprehension was quite good. The result was rather surprising.
While he might have looked down on her, he would never be stingy with his talent and knowledge, and he never slacked off when teaching.
Xia Wei Liang went to make tea. Xi En faced Jinzi. He saw the doll in her hand. Although it was old, there were signs of mending, and she had even made a new dress for it. However, the needlework…
"Who mended it for you?" he asked.
Little Jinzi looked down at the doll, then up at Xia Wei Liang. After hesitating, she tried to speak, "Wei Liang."
Xi En also looked up at the person in the kitchen. "Her?"
If this was an act, then she was certainly a good actress in life.
He knew this little girl was brought back from a disaster area by Xia Wei Liang and adopted.
Xi En was skeptical about this. After all, there were too many people in the world who deserved sympathy and help. She didn't meet the qualifications for adoption, yet she insisted on doing so, likely out of a moment's impulse.
If she were to abandon her in the future, had she considered what would happen to this child? For her, the blow would be devastating!
It was like a variety show that had aired before, where children from poor and rich families swapped lives to experience each other's situations. The rich child merely came to know the hardships of life. And then what? They returned to their comfortable environment.
But what about the child from the poor family?
Knowing that the world was inherently divided by class, knowing that people's destinies were set from the moment they were born and could not be easily rewritten, what awaited him?
He looked at Little Jinzi at that moment, dressed in a beautiful dress, sitting obediently, like a packaged commodity, a tool used to gain attention.
At that moment, he disliked Xia Wei Liang even more, and his gaze toward her became colder.