Things evolved quickly.
As soon as the gossip magazine came out, Zhao Zitong smelled something fishy was about to happen.
Sure enough, fate will always reveal its hideous face. The peaceful days are always just a false appearance. If there is no chaos, it is not ashamed to call it life.
So what if I was reborn? God, who likes to play tricks on people, is still the same!
Fight back, you must fight back!
We should not only fight back against Zhao Wenqiang who slandered us behind the scenes, but also fight back against the widespread violence of public opinion.
Zhao Zitong smiled bitterly. There was no Internet in that era, but in terms of lethality, Hong Kong's gossip magazines were no less powerful than the keyboard warriors of later generations.
But the current situation is really passive. What could make the public believe it more than the biological father directly revealing the information
What's more, many of these things are true, except for the matter about Zhuo Zhenfeng's father.
But she clearly remembers that during the competition, she attracted a lot of attention as the favorite to win.
Zhao Wenqiang was very active in matchmaking, and his dressing room was filled with flowers.
Zhuo Liqun is also known as the "Miss Hong Kong Killer", but it is not certain that he really pursued me.
And she knew that Zhuo Zhenfeng's biggest concern was that his first love's mother was with his father.
Ironically, this time the mother of his first love directly became his current girlfriend.
Zhao Zitong fell into deep thought, and suddenly a crying voice interrupted her:
"Zitong, what's going on? Why is your dad still alive? Didn't you say he was dead?"
Truth will eventually come to light, and Sun Shaofen, who was flustered and anxious, joined the battle.
The other mother was so angry that her lungs were about to explode!
Damn Miss Hong Kong, these women in the entertainment industry, there’s really no end to them!
"What's wrong with you? Don't you think you haven't hurt your son enough?"
Wang Wenhui threw the gossip magazine on the table and shouted at Zhuo Liqun:
"There's a limit to playing with women, right? Do you want your son to never come home, never come to Hong Kong?"
"Is there something wrong with your eyes? Didn't you read what the magazine said? I was in front and your son was behind. He was the one who grabbed it, not me!"
Zhuo Liqun was upset by the scolding from his wife.
They have lost their feelings for each other a long time ago, and are tied together only for the sake of common interests and family honor.
Besides, it is more difficult to prevent a man with a net worth of more than one billion from going out to play with women than to let him earn another tens of billions.
He thought that over the years, Wang Wenhui had reached a consensus with him that she should just be Mrs. Zhuo and he could act however he wanted outside, as long as it did not threaten her identity as Mrs. Zhuo, she would let him do whatever he wanted.
Why is it that as soon as my son comes back, he keeps nagging all day long? It really annoys me.
"My son, my son, isn't that your son? Whatever you do, can you please consider your son and me?"
Yes, Wang Wenhui can tolerate it, but her son is her bottom line and her Achilles' heel. If her husband continues to act like this, she will fight to the death for her son.
"For this year's competition, I sent a lot of flowers to the TV station. The third place winner is very good-looking, so I'm sure she received my flowers."
Zhuo Liqun pushed the magazine aside, lit a cigar, and chuckled:
"Not only this year's top three, but also last year's, the year before last, the year before last, and even several years ago. As long as I, Zhuo Liqun, want it, it's not a problem."
"It is him who is Emperor Tang Minghuang now, not me."
"You should ask Zhenfeng, since you know that dad's hobby is so specific, why did he choose to look for it in this circle?"
Wang Wenhui knew that he had his own twisted logic, and after so many years, she also knew that she was powerless to stop him.
It's sad to think about it.
They had clearly started a business together, but after giving birth to a child, she faded out of the company's management, and from then on she went from being Mr. Wang to Mrs. Zhuo.
Mrs. Zhuo! Mrs. Zhuo! Mrs. Zhuo!
Haha, she really hates this title now!
"Son, what are you thinking? Didn't I tell you at the party that what I hate most are women in the entertainment industry? But you insist on doing the opposite!"
Wang Wenhui was so angry that her heart ached.
Zhuo Zhenfeng was silent, his face looked very ugly, and it was impossible to tell what emotion he was feeling. His hand, which was holding the magazine cover, had veins bulging.
The two people on the cover had smiling faces, but they were made more and more wrinkled by his grasp, and their expressions were distorted along with the wrinkles.
"Your father admitted it. He said he did give flowers to this woman. Moreover, this woman's father once came to him and told him that his daughter wanted to marry him."
A trace of sadness flashed across Zhuo Zhenfeng's eyes, but then he returned to normal and remained silent, but the magazine in his hand was almost torn into a hole by him.
"Obviously, this woman wants more, so she came to you." Wang Wenhui stroked her aching chest:
"I don't care what your father does, but I must care about you. Break up right now! Put a notice in the newspaper to clarify the relationship and say that it was this woman who seduced you."
Seeing that her son continued to remain silent, Wang Wenhui said fiercely: "If you don't do it, then let me do it."
As soon as she saw the face on the cover, Wang Wenhui couldn't help feeling disgusted.
If she were to take action, it wouldn't be as simple as publishing an advertisement to clarify the matter.
"Mom, don't touch her." Zhuo Zhenfeng finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but his tone was firm and his eyes were sharp, which made Wang Wenhui feel uneasy.
"I will take care of this matter."
After saying this, Zhuo Zhenfeng left like the wind.
I stood downstairs of her house, but I didn't have the courage to go up.
The scene from many years ago came to his mind again, and he broke out in a cold sweat even on such a hot day. He had never been so scared before.
Afraid that the answer was not what he wanted.
I am afraid that the heart that I have finally opened will be closed again.
Afraid of happiness, you will never have it again.
How could it be so unforgettable when it was only a few months
Because we desire happiness so much, we cherish the hard-earned heartbeat so much.
For many nights, he stood on the streets of London, holding a black umbrella and standing alone on the street, thinking over and over again, and tasting the loneliness in a foreign country over and over again.
You stand on the bridge to enjoy the scenery, and the people who are enjoying the scenery are looking at you from upstairs.
Zhao Zitong was standing on the balcony and had already seen his figure. He was so conspicuous that even passers-by would stop to look at him.
What's more, it's myself.
She wondered: What was he thinking about? What was he hesitating about? What was he struggling with
Of course she knew his pain and knew that it was difficult for him to untie the knot in his heart.
Isn't it the same for me