Jiang Mingxi is not a fragile person.
The instant his wrist throbbed with pain from Jiang Ke's vicious words, he pressed his wrist and tried to banish the insults from his mind.
But inexplicably--
I miss my mom. I really want to find her.
In a dimly lit, narrow alley, a little boy leaned against a mottled wall and wailed loudly.
He was next to him.
Sitting there was an older brother who was considerably older than him.
He cried sadly, resting his head on his older brother's arm.
The older brother leaned against the wall, his face expressionless, his empty eyes staring at the dark sky above the wall. "I don't know if I miss my mom, but I want to ask her if she really doesn't like me."
The little boy was too young; he cried so hard he could hardly breathe. He didn't answer the older boy, but just kept wiping away his tears, saying, "When will my mom come to find me? Everyone else has a mom, and I want a mom so much too."
The older brother turned to look at him, raised his arm and hugged his thin body. "If you can't find your mother, I'll be your mother. I'll treat you well."
Unlike how my mother treated me.
The absurd, unfamiliar, yet familiar scene suddenly appeared clearly in Jiang Mingxi's mind, circle by circle.
He was that little boy who cried his eyes out.
Is the older brother next to him, who's supposed to be his mother, Song Lan?
Why?
How could such a strange scene exist?
He clearly remembered that before he transmigrated into the book, he had a high school classmate named Song Lan.
After transmigrating into the book, the original owner of the body in the book and Song Lan had absolutely no interaction.
Where did this image come from?
Song Lan assumed Jiang Mingxi was provoked by Jiang Ke's words. She wrapped Jiang Mingxi's naked body in the blanket and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't listen to Jiang Ke. He just said that on purpose."
Jiang Mingxi's dazed gaze gradually focused as she looked at Song Lan.
It was exactly the same face that had just appeared in my mind.
No.
The face in my mind is younger.
Jiang Mingxi reached out from under the covers to touch Song Lan's face. "Have we really never met before?"
Song Lan was taken aback for a moment, then, remembering Jiang Mingxi's drunken words, she coaxed him, "I've met you before. Didn't you transmigrate from a book? Before you transmigrated, I was your high school classmate, and you liked me a lot."
Jiang Mingxi:...
His eye twitched. "Are you stupid? You're a character from a book."
Song Lan teased him, "You can come into the book, but I can't come out of it?"
Jiang Mingxi:...
Depend on.
Unable to refute?
no.
He just blurted out that he transmigrated into a book?
As Song Lan watched the sadness on Jiang Mingxi's face gradually fade, he touched Jiang Mingxi's face with his fingers, his heart aching. Who at Mingde High School looked like him and was also named Song Lan?
Once this matter is resolved tonight, he will definitely investigate it thoroughly.
Ideally, this person would be greasy, overweight, and losing hair!
The company where Ji Hanyu works.
Meeting room.
Company CEO Xu Zhiqiang glared angrily at Jiang Ke, "Within five minutes, Mr. Jiang had better call Song Lan and give him the result he wants, otherwise..."
Jiang Ke's anger intensified. "Are you threatening me?"
Xu Zhiqiang sneered, "You dragged my company into this first. If Song Lan really targets my company's artists, can you afford to compensate me for the losses?"
Jiang Ke said with certainty, "Impossible! The person Song Lan cares about most in his life is his mother. Jiang Mingxi is connected to the murderer who killed his mother, so he definitely won't protect Jiang Mingxi. The two of them are definitely arguing right now."
Xu Zhiqiang picked up a glass of ice-cold tea and splashed it on Jiang Ke's face.
Jiang Ke was suddenly splashed with water, and was immediately filled with shame and anger. "Are you crazy!"
Xu Zhiqiang sneered, "Arguing? Did Song Lan respond to a single word of your nonsense on the phone just now?"
Xu Zhiqiang was filled with regret.
If Ji Hanyu really drags down the entire company's artists...
He shouldn't have taken any chances.
He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.
Xu Zhiqiang said, "Five minutes. If you can't give Song Lan a satisfactory answer within five minutes, I'll leave Jiang Mingle inside, wishing for death."
Jiang Ke's angry expression froze, then he roared at Xu Zhiqiang like a madman, "You dare touch Lele and see what happens!"
Xu Zhiqiang leaned back in his chair. "I not only dare to touch him, I dare to make him scream. I could even make a video for you to see. What? Don't believe me? I can give you a little preview right now."
As Xu Zhiqiang was speaking, he reached for his phone.
Jiang Ke shuddered, "No!"
Xu Zhiqiang sneered, "If you drag my company down, I'll make Jiang Mingle atone for you. Although he's not as good-looking as Jiang Mingxi, even if he's treated like a plaything, there will definitely be people willing to have some fun with him."
The vicious words stabbed at Jiang Ke's nerves.
He came to make Song Lan despise and hate Jiang Mingxi.
They've come to rescue Lele.
What's wrong with Song Lan?!
He's already been so blunt, why is he still protecting Jiang Mingxi?
Gritting his teeth, Jiang Ke said, " Song Lan is completely infatuated with Jiang Mingxi and has lost her mind, but that doesn't mean the rest of the Song Family can tolerate it. I'll call Song Bai right now..."
Xu Zhiqiang slammed his hand on the table.
Company security guards immediately stepped forward and pinned Jiang Ke down.
Jiang Ke glared angrily at Xu Zhiqiang, Xu Zhiqiang said coldly, "You'd better clean up this mess with Song Lan within five minutes, then get out of my company. After that, you're free to call whoever you want."
"But I'm telling you straight, I'm not protecting Ji Hanyu anymore. I can't afford to offend Song Lan, and I don't want to ruin my own company."
"If you don't handle Song Lan's situation properly, I'll deal with Jiang Mingle."
"You decide for yourself."
Jiang Ke said angrily, "You can't do this, I have a way..."
Xu Zhiqiang completely ignored Jiang Ke's arguments, picked up his phone and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, he smiled at Jiang Ke and said, "Get me someone, Jiang Mingle..."
"I'll hit him." Jiang Ke shivered violently.
The call was answered in less than two seconds.
Jiang Ke gripped his phone, unwilling to give up, " Song Lan, if you keep protecting Jiang Mingxi, your mother will never like you a single thing."
Song Lan turned on her phone's speakerphone, placed it on the bedside table, and handed the warmed milk to Jiang Mingxi.
The voice was cold and clear. "If President Jiang isn't prepared to give an explanation, then let's not waste each other's time."
Xu Zhiqiang sat in his chair, kicked Jiang Ke hard in the shin, then smiled obsequiously at Song Lan on the phone, "He's ready."
Jiang Ke stumbled from the kick, barely managing to steady himself by grabbing the table.
Humiliation shot straight to the top of his head, but just as Xu Zhiqiang finished speaking with Song Lan, he shook his own phone.
On the phone was a photo of Jiang Mingle.
Jiang Ke gritted his teeth, his eyes contorted with rage, but he had no choice but to speak.