What's going on?
[Do the people in this primitive tribe know Jiang Mingxi?]
[His Xiaoxi? What's his relationship with Jiang Mingxi? Why is he mentioning his Xiaoxi?]
[My God, Jiang Mingxi is so disgusting! She even slept with people from primitive tribes? Poor Song Lan, she's been cuckolded.]
[Just say Jiang Mingxi is despicable, and her fans are still trying to argue.]
The live chat was filled with insults.
Jiang Mingxi stared at the person opposite her in astonishment.
I frantically searched for the original book's memories and the original owner's memories, but to no avail.
no.
Who is this?!
To Jiang Mingxi's surprise, Song Lan frowned, stepped in front of Jiang Mingxi, and asked the person opposite her with polite but distant manner, "Who are you?"
His tone was, as always, aloof and cold.
He acted as if that idiot from before had nothing to do with him.
The man from the primitive tribe looked displeased. "This has nothing to do with you. I want to embrace the Xiaoxi."
After saying that, he smiled and looked at Jiang Mingxi, " Xiaoxi, don't you recognize me? I'm Lao Gong!"
[...]
[Holy crap, is this Jiang Mingxi's husband?]
[Damn, I knew this show was worth watching! Holy crap, every episode was explosive!]
[I told you, Jiang Mingxi definitely has something going on!]
Not only did the comments section explode instantly, but the director staring at the monitor was also completely stunned.
What?
on site.
Song Lan's face almost turned icy cold, and a murderous intent suddenly flashed in her eyes. She was about to ask who sent her.
Behind him, Jiang Mingxi sprang to her feet. "No, who are you? Don't talk nonsense! Do I know you? Are you my husband? I'm dating him right now, don't mess with me!"
Jiang Mingxi pointed at Song Lan.
The man opposite her immediately looked at Song Lan with a judgmental gaze, his eyes sweeping over her body.
Song Lan raised her chin and returned the gaze.
The man curled his lip. "Your taste in men isn't very good either, just like the taste you had when you saved that person. They're both terrible. He's not as good as me, but if you like him, I can accept him."
[...]
[This is amazing! Absolutely amazing!]
[This husband probably thinks this is a concubine Jiang Mingxi brought him— Jiang Mingxi's wife, Song Lan's concubine? After all, this is a primitive tribe.]
[The whole scene was surreal; if Zhao Jiayuan and his group weren't from a normal tribe, I would have suspected it was a fake primitive tribe.]
Song Lan's eyes held a sharp, icy edge that could kill.
Accept him?
After the man finished commenting on Song Lan, his gaze returned to Jiang Mingxi.
With eyes and a face full of warmth, she said, " Xiaoxi, you said you'd come find me, and you really did! You kept your promise!"
He stepped forward and tried to take Jiang Mingxi's hand. "I'll take you to my house. My parents have been wanting to meet you for a long time! Of course, if you bring him along, I'll allow him to meet my parents too."
Jiang Mingxi's head was about to explode.
"Wait!" Just as Song Lan blocked the man and the man charged at Jiang Mingxi, the two men almost coming to blows, Jiang Mingxi covered her head and shouted, "Excuse me, my brain's been foggy lately, you know what foggy brain is, it just doesn't work very well. Can you explain in detail how we met?"
The man's face immediately fell, clutching his chest in anguish, " Xiaoxi, you've forgotten me? Have you forgotten Lao Gong by the Hai River?"
Jiang Mingxi:...
Comments:...
Even Song Lan's eye twitched.
Hai River Lakeside is Hai River Lakeside, why do I need a husband too!
The man sighed deeply, patting his chest. "It was a bright and sunny afternoon, with snowflakes falling heavily."
[...]
Jiang Mingxi:...
Song Lan:...
The man gazed at the sky with deep affection, "Just like the sun today, the sky is full of dark clouds. You're riding your little scooter, and so am I. We're playing together by the Hai River Lake."
Suddenly, a child ran over from the side.
He pushed an old man into the Hai River.
"On that sunny afternoon, the old man fell in with a thud, his Big Head smashing into the ice and creating a hole. He fell headfirst into the hole."
"Wow, that's a really Big Head!"
[...]
[Hahahaha! No wonder they're from a primitive tribe, they really know how to describe things!]
[Grandpa: Thank you so much!]
[The fantasy continues, filled with maniacal laughter and bewilderment. What will happen next?]
[Anyway, there won't be Survival Challenge.]
The director, who had just turned on the live comments and was about to take a look:...
I turned it off!
not good!
It's a bad review!
The man from the primitive tribe sighed deeply, "Back then, you jumped down like a dog, and I, like another dog, kicked you down as you jumped. Don't you remember?"
Jiang Mingxi:...
Song Lan:...
Comments:...
"If I hadn't kicked you down in time, you wouldn't have been able to save that old man. Have you forgotten? I'm your benefactor!"
Jiang Mingxi:...
Just as Song Lan was about to twitch her eye, she suddenly felt that this scene seemed somewhat familiar.
It's so similar to when Zhang Lin saved his grandfather.
At the time, there were also two children playing on scooters.
However, the two children were riding too fast and knocked his grandfather into the river. Zhang Lin happened to be passing by and saved his grandfather.
Just as Song Lan's thoughts were drifting...
The man from the primitive tribe paused, then his tone suddenly became indignant, "But people in big cities are too treacherous. You were about to rescue that old man when a man came over and kicked you aside, letting another person jump down to save him."
I'm so angry!
"You were the one who saved the old man, and I was the one who kicked you down, but they don't even appreciate our life-saving kindness. They treated the other guy who jumped in, whose clothes were just wet, and who was pulled out as their savior and sent him to the hospital."
"Don't you remember? The two of us wailing and cursing by the Hai River Lake, the tragic scene of the old man dying tomorrow—don't you remember?"
Jiang Mingxi:...
I think I vaguely remember.
Song Lan's heart skipped a beat. She felt this was too much of a coincidence and couldn't help but ask, "When you rescued people, was it in Yun City?"
The tribal man immediately looked at Song Lan, "How did you know?"
Song Lan's heart raced, and she subconsciously clenched her fist.
When my grandfather was rescued, he was unconscious. The bodyguard testified that it was Zhang Lin who jumped down to save him.
Isn't that right?
Isn't it Zhang Lin?
Is it... Jiang Mingxi?
Her throat tightened, Song Lan suppressed her emotions, "Is it Yun City, by the Hai River next to the North-South Avenue?"
The tribal man slapped his thigh and angrily rebuked Jiang Mingxi, " Xiaoxi, you clearly remember our secret, and you even told this wild man! Why are you pretending to have amnesia and not remembering me? And you even said you had a brain fog!"
Jiang Mingxi:...
Good heavens!
Wow!
Was the person who saved Song Lan's grandfather back then the original owner of this body?