The two people arguing were completely unaware of their presence; their voices grew louder and their words more and more explosive.
Amidst the background noise of flying melons, the staff member playing the evil spirit in the middle of the night decided to take a temporary break. He straightened his tattered clothes and gave Wen Feiran a sincere smile with his demon makeup.
He pointed to the corridor, drew a circle with his hands, and then gave a thumbs-up.
--you.
--I've run into some gossip again.
--As expected of the Gossip King, awesome!
Wen Feiran inexplicably understood his meaning and closed her eyes in despair.
He's made something of himself now.
I can't believe I'm actually eating melons with evil spirits.
Chapter 36 The Real and Fake Young Master?
Wen Feiran refused to accept her fate and struggled desperately.
He tiptoed to the wall blocking his way and climbed up it.
Director, open your eyes and look around! How can you bear to leave me stranded like this?!
Isn't this wall movable? Let me out!!
Wen Feiran was crying his heart out inside, but the director didn't quite get his emotions. The wall remained unmoved, as if to say, "You have to listen to this to the end today."
He was utterly disillusioned with this cold and indifferent world. Turning around, he saw his gossip buddy, "Devil," waving enthusiastically at him with a very colorful expression, gesturing for him to come over and listen.
Wen Feiran didn't move forward, but the two arguing didn't lower their voices at all, so they could be heard clearly even here.
"Brother, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean to take your place. Mom and Dad said we're both their children. I just want to get along well with you."
"What are you trying to say? You're just here to join this family, not to ruin our relationship, right? I've always used your name, and everyone says I'm the young master of the Meng Family. Now that you're here, Mom and Dad only had one child, but now there are two young masters, one big and one small. Don't you think they're all laughing at us?"
Meng Zizheng's imposing manner weakened slightly. "But this is not something I can control. I'm really happy to be recognized and to have a home again. Brother, please accept me, please."
"You're dreaming! So what if we're related by blood! Even if your parents carefully chose the name Meng Jingxiu for you, I've lived with this name for over 20 years. You are Meng Zizheng now; you're the outsider!!"
Wen Feiran was completely confused, her mind filled with question marks.
Meng Zizheng and Meng Jingxiu had no interaction in front of the camera and their relationship seemed distant. Now it seems that they were deliberately avoiding each other and keeping their distance.
Hearing the arguing, he initially thought it was just the two brothers having a fight, but the more he listened, the more complicated it seemed.
How could two brothers in the world be fighting over the same identity and the same name?
What's with all this talk about blood ties? Does Meng Zizheng Meng Jingxiu doesn't? He's always been the young master of the Meng Family, and he's always used that identity since his debut; it's practically common knowledge!
His friend, a staff member dressed as a demon, stroked his chin thoughtfully. After a few seconds, his eyes lit up, and he gave a look of sudden realization.
Wen Feiran's mind was a complete blank, and she subconsciously looked at him with a pleading gaze.
The two were separated by a corridor, not daring to make a sound or reveal themselves. His gossip buddy was very enthusiastic, gesturing constantly with his hands and slowing down his mouth movements, trying to remind Wen Feiran.
But this staff member was wearing demon makeup, and even under the lights, just looking at him made me feel uneasy. His lips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears. When he opened his mouth wide, it looked like he could swallow a child whole.
Wen Feiran involuntarily took a few steps back, took a few deep breaths to compose herself, and focused her attention on watching his mouth shape.
True and false...
What's real and what's fake?
Meng Jingxiu's tone grew higher and higher, as if he were venting his resentment one-sidedly.
"I'm warning you, never reveal our identities. You're the one who truly inherited our bloodline; they built their career from scratch. You need to prove yourself, not rely on your family background to make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry, instead of having your parents clean up your messes!"
"Brother, don't get agitated, this is what I've always done."
"Don't call me brother! We were born on the same day. Are you trying to remind me that I was the one who was switched at birth? I'm superfluous in this family, destined to be kicked out!"
!!!
Wen Feiran understood immediately.
So this is a real-life version of the "real and fake young master" story.
He gasped, but then heard two other gasps beside him. Wen Feiran looked up and met the gaze of the person across from him who was watching the drama unfold.
They both had almost the same feeling; their expressions were like looking in a mirror.
--Is this something we can hear?
If they dare to say it, why shouldn't we dare to listen?
The two of them were so in sync that they understood each other perfectly and could even communicate with their eyes.
--I feel like there's more to their story.
--I think so too.
The two of them, like a small poster, tried to maximize their contact area by sticking to the wall, hoping to hear each other more clearly.
"Brother, to prove myself, I will definitely work hard. No matter how big the difficulties and troubles I encounter, I will use my own abilities to solve them, and I won't be like last time..."
"You have the nerve to say that? You knew I was having dinner with the director, so you deliberately made noise next door to distract me, right?! Thank goodness this role ended up being mine, otherwise I'd never forgive you!!"
"No, someone forced me to drink. Don't worry, brother, I didn't reveal my identity. A person's birth and family background are gifts from heaven, not truly mine. I will rely on my own strength and never bow my head no matter how many difficulties I encounter."