Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 487: I want to give Sister Nian some eye drops here at Wei Ling

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But before she had this idea, she thought about making her debut, learned about the entertainment industry, and thought about signing a contract with a company...

Among them, Huading Media is one of her top priority companies.

"Yes, Huading Media is one of the largest media companies in the country. But that's not what I want to tell you. When you look at a company, don't look at its size, look at its background!"

Wei Ling picked up the teacup and said to her calmly, "Huading Media is the holding company of Beijing TV Station. I don't need to tell you much about the status of Beijing TV Station in the domestic media, right? Wen Ruxia is Wen Ziyu's sister-in-law. Do you understand?"

Qiao Chen raised her head abruptly, and suddenly understood why Fu Ge was praising Wen Ziyu so much, and why the other party had such a profound background.

She couldn't help but be surprised. She didn't expect that there was such a person around her. She nodded hurriedly: "Aunt, I understand. I will get along well with him."

After she finished speaking, she immediately remembered what Wen Ziyu said at the dinner table today, and it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

It’s freezing cold!

She remembered that Wen Ziyu said he fell in love with Qiao Nian at first sight, and also said that Qiao Nian scored full marks in the joint entrance examination and was sure to be admitted to Tsinghua University...

Qiao Chen felt as if someone was strangling her neck. Her surprise turned into shock. Her face turned pale and her eyes began to flicker.

She thought again of the phone call her father had made to her three hours ago, and raised her eyes to look at Wei Ling who was sitting there, drinking tea elegantly.

Qiao Chen's expression changed. After thinking for a moment, he clenched his palms and suddenly said, "Aunt, my dad just called me and mentioned something during the chat..."

Wei Ling put down the teacup, looked at her leisurely, and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

After spending a month with her, Qiao Chen had probably figured out her temper, so he didn't beat around the bush and told her what he knew.

Of course, she is not Qiao Weimin, and she is not so kind as to help a relative who is so closely related to their family, not to mention that Chen Yuan has a good relationship with Qiao Nian.

She said this just to flatter Qiao Nian in front of Wei Ling.

"That Chen Yuan is getting more and more unlearned. He dropped out of school and became a gangster. This time, his old habits must have come back. He got into trouble and was taken to the police station. But his mother found my father and insisted that her son was wrongly accused and was not that kind of person. My father didn't believe her and didn't intervene, but his mother knew Qiao Nian and had a good relationship with him. I don't know if Qiao Nian would care..."

When Wei Ling heard Wei Qi's name, and then heard that Chen Yuan was caught for smuggling contraband and that he said it was wrongly accused, her eyebrows began to twitch.

Without waiting for Qiao Chen to finish her sarcasm, she placed the cup heavily on the table and asked, "Are you talking about flying leaves?"

She didn't care about that thing called "Yuan" that Qiao Chen mentioned. Those people were as tiny as floating in the air in her eyes. What she cared about was that Wei Qi actually touched banned drugs. If he took that stuff too much, not only would he be unable to quit, it would also harm his body.

She had no mood to drink tea, so she found her cell phone and quickly called her disappointing brother.

“Beep…” No one answered.

Wei Ling stood up and walked away, her brows furrowed into knots. Why didn’t you answer the phone

There was a flash of anger in her eyes, and she endured it and called Wei Qi again...

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Outside an upscale club around the city, a man who had been partying all night had just finished his second round. He had drunk a lot of alcohol and reeked of it, and he was stink-smelling and unsteady as he walked.

He was surrounded by a group of lackeys who were bragging about his billiard skills in the club.

(End of this chapter)