Jiang Xinran was still kneeling on the ground.
Her thoughts were not much different from Yu Zhenling's.
It seems that the old man took the initiative and Jiang Xinran spoke first. She naturally felt that Jiang Xinchen kneeling in the ancestral hall would have to do with Meng Fu.
Rather than letting Mr. Jiang ask her, it would be better to explain it clearly himself.
What should be done to apologize, Yu Yong and the others have even taken it to the extreme, even taking out the painting association's lessons. If Meng Fu is not willing, it can only be said that Meng Fu is a bit too ungrateful.
Hearing Jiang Xinran's voice, Mr. Jiang, who had been talking to Tong Eryu, slowly raised his head and looked at her: "What's the penalty for kneeling? What does it have to do with Fu'er?"
He frowned and asked seriously.
He didn't immediately comfort Jiang Xinran and wake her up.
This was not what Jiang Xinran expected. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Jiang Xinran didn't know how to react for a moment. He just raised his head blankly and looked at Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang stopped looking at her and turned to Yu Zhenling: "What happened today?"
Yu Zhenling was a little confused, but she still explained it from beginning to end.
After she finished speaking, there was no change in the expression on Mr. Jiang's face. He just took a deep breath and said, "You are still her mother, leading outsiders to bully a girl like her. Is that okay?"
Yu Zhenling was speechless.
"Am I dead? Ah! Everyone thinks I don't exist, right?" Mr. Jiang roared, his heart suddenly choked, and he almost couldn't breathe.
Tong Eryu quickly supported him and patted his chest to help him calm down.
His eyes were cold and stern, and Yu Zhenling couldn't help but take a step back.
Mr. Jiang closed his eyes, his whole body was exhausted. He stood there for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked at Tong Eryu: "Please wait a moment, I will go find Xin Chen."
Tong Eryu nodded, "You go slowly, I'm not in a hurry. We can talk about it tomorrow."
With that said, he asked Jiang Quan's assistant to help the old man over.
He still felt a little guilty about the Jiang family. After breaking off the engagement, he went to Mr. Jiang today to talk about a cooperation matter.
After Mr. Jiang left, Jiang Xinran, who was kneeling on the ground, felt something was wrong. She looked at Tong Eryu suddenly: "Brother Tong, my grandfather..."
Yu Zhenling also turned to Tong Eryu, her hands hanging on both sides became a little tight.
"I have been discussing things with the old man since nine o'clock this morning." Tong Eryu looked at the two of them, paused, and then spoke: "He called Meng Fu at noon today and asked for Meng Fu's signature. In just a minute, according to what he said, Meng Fu probably didn’t say anything else.”
Because it was not a private matter, during the meal a manager mentioned that his daughter was a fan of Meng Fu. The old man excitedly called Meng Fu on the spot to ask for an autograph, so he did not avoid Tong Eryu and the manager.
Tong Eryu could also hear it clearly, and Mr. Jiang was the only one who talked about it for a minute from beginning to end.
Meng Fu definitely didn't complain to him, and he didn't show anything strange, otherwise the old man would not have discovered it.
Having said this, Tong Eryu looked at Jiang Xinran, who was kneeling, and then at Yu Zhenling, and said goodbye politely: "Aunt Yu, I'm leaving first."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Behind him, Jiang Xinran, who was kneeling straight on the ground, couldn't hold himself together.
Meng Fu didn't say anything
She had been so wronged and she really didn't tell Mr. Jiang
How can this be? !
Then what I just said...
Jiang Xinran suddenly collapsed and sat down on the ground, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and back.
She raised her head and looked at Yu Zhenling standing beside her. As expected, she stood there in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.
**
In the ancestral hall, Jiang Xinchen was still kneeling quietly on the spot. When he saw Mr. Jiang coming in, he did not dare to raise his head.
"Do you have any ideas?" The old man burned a stick of incense, spoke weakly, and looked much older.
Jiang Xinchen paused.
The old man said to himself: "When I just came back, Xinran admitted her mistake to me. I still thought it was strange. So you all joined forces to wrongly accuse her this morning?"
"Your mother said there were a lot of people there. I thought you would at least say a word for her. Do you have any?"
Mr. Jiang had never experienced that scene, and just listening to Yu Zhenling's description made his fingertips tremble.
Jiang Xinchen still couldn't say a word.
His mood was also complicated. He had always respected Jiang Xinran. She had helped him a lot since childhood and had contributed a lot to the Jiang family and the Yu family. Jiang Xinchen always respected his sister.
Later, when Meng Fu came back, he saw many fragile sides of Jiang Xinran, which made him dislike her even before he met Meng Fu.
Jiang Xinchen didn't like Meng Fu's behavior of not returning to his adoptive mother's house after returning home and his desire to enter the entertainment industry.
For a moment today, he also thought it was Meng Fu.
Thinking about it now, Jiang Xinran has the Yu family and his mother behind him, and he can cry and make trouble. Meng Fu is just like a stubborn child covered with thorns. Even if she encounters this kind of thing, she will not cry to her grandfather, she will just Looked at them coldly.
Jiang Xinchen's head was lowered.
Mr. Jiang didn't say anything. He finished offering incense and left the ancestral hall directly.
After going out, he called Jiang Quan.
Jiang Quan was still at the company: "Fu'er didn't call me today. What's wrong?"
She would hardly call him anyway.
Mr. Jiang explained a few words lightly.
Jiang Quan asked the secretary to go out. After listening, he was silent for a while: "No wonder Fu'er always asks me if I have really confirmed her paternity test."
Mr. Jiang was thinking about Meng Fu. When he heard Jiang Quan's words, he felt something was strange, but he was not in the mood to think too much at this time.
"The Yu family pays too much attention to the inheritance of lintels. It seems that the paintings sent to the Yu family last time are of no use." Mr. Jiang looked into the distance.
The Yu family has the arrogance of scholars, and Yu Yong is the vice-chairman of the Painting Association. Not only Meng Fu, but even the Jiang family now smells like copper.
There is no shortage of outstanding descendants in the Yu family. Yu Yong has always been aloof and regards painting as more important than life. Jiang Xinran is talented and has inherited his mantle. He values Jiang Xinran even more than his own son.
After Jiang Quan made the call, he sat in the office and felt bad.
He thought for a while, let his secretary come in, and gave Meng Fu some pocket money.
**
Meng Fu's side.
Zhao Fan was still thinking about the T City General Painting Association. It was a pity that Meng Fu didn't go to the Painting Association. But thinking about the annoying things in the morning, Meng Fu didn't go to the Painting Association and Zhao Fan didn't say much.
What matters right now is the qualifiers for the international stage and the troublesome live broadcast that Meng Fu received.
She didn't persuade Meng Fu, nor did she persuade Su Cheng. Su Di also settled the matter.
On the afternoon of the second day after arriving, Zhao Fan received messages from Su Cheng about the other three artists who were also live broadcasting.
Zhao Fan was stunned when he saw the names of these three people.
Meng Fu was receiving training from Tang Ze. Ever since he knew that Meng Fu was unwilling to go to Lu Haichao's place, Tang Ze would come here to explain some details to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu was drinking the water that Tang Ze's agent poured for her, and turned her head to look at Zhao Fan.
"Meng Fu is going to "A Day in the Life of a Star"?" Tang Ze's agent saw the name of the file in Zhao Fan's hand.
"A Day in the Life of a Star" has become very popular even before it started broadcasting. Tang Ze's manager also heard about it. This is considered a large-scale variety show. Meng Fu can get it. The manager couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"There are four people in this live show. Who are the other three guests?" Tang Ze was also curious.
"Those three people are two men and one woman. You also know the first one, Che Shao." Zhao Fan closed the document.
Che Shao is currently a phenomenon-level traffic figure. It is not surprising that he has obtained this resource. He has worked hard enough and is the first member of the domestic men's team to win the title of King of Dance.
Tangze nodded to his agent.
"The other one is Li Qingning." Li Qingning is a veteran artist and movie king. Although he is forty years old and has always been gentle and elegant, his popularity has always been no less popular than that of Xiao Xianrou. He is also a foreign professor hired by the School of Art of Peking University. , a professional level figure.
Tang Ze and his manager couldn't help but sigh. The program team must have spent a lot of effort to invite people here.
"The last one," Zhao Fan said, paused, "is Mr. Sheng."
"Sheng Jun actually appeared on a variety show?" Tang Ze's manager opened his mouth.
"Shengjun?" Meng Fu didn't know anyone among these people except Che Shao, so she couldn't help but look at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan glanced at her and explained: "Shengjun, she has a lot of traffic. Last year, her TV series became popular all over the country, and her national status is on the second level. She is from the capital, and her family has been scholarly for generations. She is an art student. She became a hot search topic at an art exhibition and was spotted by an agency. She is also a member of a painting association and was selected for the annual outstanding figure selection. She is also very well-known not only in the entertainment industry but also in the art circle. "