Variety shows are crazy but don't cause internal conflict; I'm proud to drive others crazy

Chapter 230: What's up? Go ahead and kill me if you dare?

"Impossible! Ji Cheng couldn't be dead! My boyfriend and I have been back together for a while now, and he's been perfectly fine!"

Song Wanwan didn't believe it at all.

She glared at the director with dissatisfaction and said, "Director, are you kidding me? Show me that news article you mentioned, and show me that picture of the dead Ji Cheng too!"

"Oh dear, their family is very famous in Hong Kong. Just search for them online; it's easy to find news about the Ji family."

The director said earnestly, "Wanwan, your boyfriend is definitely not the grandson of the Ji family, a wealthy family in Hong Kong. He might be from Hong Kong and have the same name. Be careful! You are the eldest daughter of the Song family. Maybe he's using a fake identity to get close to you in order to swindle money from the Song family!"

Look at you, investing so much money to promote his company, only to find out it's from dubious sources. If something goes wrong with the company, it'll be a real problem!

The director didn't know that Song Wanwan wasn't a member of the Song family; she thought that Song Wanwan had paid the sponsorship fees for Ji Cheng.

Song Wanwan was a little absent-minded, still not quite processing what the director had said.

She quickly searched online for news related to the Ji family and found the things the director had mentioned.

There are photos of Ji Cheng online, and he does indeed look exactly like the Ji Cheng that Song Wanwan met. Song Wanwan had also previously seen Ji Cheng's ID card and passport, and the identity information on them was correct.

Upon seeing the news content described online, Song Wanwan thought of Ji Cheng's face, and imagined it would fall off!

Could it be that his face isn't his own?

So who exactly is he?!

A chill ran down Song Wanwan's spine.

Seeing that she didn't react for a long time, the director went to find other people first and returned the face mask to Song Wanwan.

As soon as he walked over, He Rou said, "Director, is Wanwan thinking of sponsoring you? She used that face mask on me yesterday, and it was really good. You could try taking on this sponsorship."

Jiang Nanxi stared at her face for a moment, then asked curiously, "Did you use it on your face last night?"

"correct."

He Rou glanced at Song Shiting beside her, smiled and said, "Wanwan is Shiting's sister. Anything she gives me must be good, so of course I used it immediately."

I had two pimples on my face, but they cleared up completely after using the mask. I feel like my skin tone is a shade lighter this morning, and my bare face looks even better.

But in Jiang Nanxi's eyes, He Rou, a living person, carried a corpse-like aura.

She couldn't help but say, "You've become so pale, you're practically dead! Stop using that face mask, or you'll really look like a dead person."

Jiang Nanxi's words sounded a bit sarcastic at first glance, and He Rou's expression immediately changed.

He Rou said with dissatisfaction, "How can you talk like that? Just because Wanwan gave me this face mask, you have to nitpick? I know you and Wanwan don't get along, but there's no need to be so petty!"

After He Rou finished speaking, she looked at Song Shiting beside her and said, "Wanwan is indeed worthy of being the Song family's daughter. She has the same superb business acumen as Mr. Song."

Mr. Song, is the cosmetics company behind this face mask still Wanwan Investment? She has excellent taste; I believe this face mask will definitely become a hit in the beauty industry this year after its launch.

Upon hearing the words "the Song family's daughter," Song Shiting's face darkened immediately, and he said bluntly, "With her IQ, what kind of business acumen could she possibly have? You're overthinking it."

That's quite a blunt statement.

If an ordinary celebrity said something like that to another guest on a variety show, they would probably be torn apart by netizens.

He Rou didn't expect him to say that about his younger sister, Song Wanwan. She wondered if the two siblings had a bad relationship.
She thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Song, Wanwan is a member of the Song family, so her intelligence must be quite high. Perhaps you are being too demanding of her."

Song Shiting: "Hehe."

Song Shiting's cold laugh immediately choked He Rou's remaining words.

But then she thought that she was Song Shiting's date, and if this variety show could resolve the conflict between the siblings, it might make Song Shiting look at her differently. At this moment, Song Wanwan walked over absentmindedly and sat down in the seat on the other side of He Rou.

He Rou saw this and assumed that she was upset because of Song Shiting's evaluation, so she comforted her.

"Wanwan, don't be discouraged. No matter how much others don't believe in your face mask, I will support you. I believe this face mask will definitely sell."

"thank you."

After thinking for a moment, Song Wanwan handed the box of face masks to He Rou, "Then I'll give you these too. Can you do a live stream tonight to help me promote them?"

"Of course you can!"

He Rou took her arm and said, "The moment I saw you, I felt an instant connection with you and wanted to be your best friend. I definitely have to help you with this!"
Besides, this face mask is already great, so letting more people know about it is a good thing!

Jiang Nanxi sat across the table and saw the two holding hands intimately. She said with amusement, "This face mask must be made with corpse oil. Since you two are so close, remember to buy two adjacent burial plots. When you die, you can still come out together as ghosts and hold hands."

He Rou's smile froze on her face.

Song Wanwan remained silent, while He Rou said unhappily, "Can you stop being such a spoilsport? All you do is curse this person or that person. Are you so jealous of other people's good fortune?"

"How could a face mask be made with corpse oil? Where would corpse oil come from? You lie without thinking, just spouting nonsense!"

Jiang Nanxi grinned, "Friends who frequently commit murder should know that killing is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult. Seventy percent of the body is water. If you squeeze the corpse dry to render oil, it will be several times lighter, making it easier to dispose of several bodies at once."

Liu Qingyan nodded, "That's right. The suggestion here is to plant endangered plants on top of the body after burying it. That way, no one will dare to dig up this land, because digging up endangered plants is illegal."

Jiang Nanxi looked at him with satisfaction, "Yanzi, it seems you've been diligently learning the little tricks I taught you for killing. Today, I'll teach you another tip: how to dispose of the squeezed corpse oil."

Liu Qingyan: "How should we handle this?"

Jiang Nanxi: "Add corpse oil to cosmetics and sell them to people with low IQs. When their faces turn deathly pale, they will think that the face mask has miraculous effects."

If you tell them they're dying, that this is "dead skin white," they'll think you're jealous of their fair and beautiful skin.

Everyone turned to look at He Rou.

He Rou then realized that Jiang Nanxi and Liu Qingyan were mocking her.

Under everyone's gaze, her face flushed, and she said angrily, "Jiang Nanxi, I think you're just jealous that Wanwan made such a good face mask!"

Jiang Nanxi: "See? People like them won't suspect anything; they'll just say I'm jealous of her."

He Rou: "I'm saying you're jealous of Wanwan!"

Jiang Nanxi: "I dare not say that I am jealous of her, but I insist that I am jealous of Song Wanwan. What a green tea b*tch."

He Rou: "What do you mean I dare not say you're jealous of me? I never intended to say that! And who did you call old?!"

Jiang Nanxi: "You're practically halfway into your coffin, aren't you old yet?"

"I'll have lividity on my face tomorrow. Even the old ladies at my orphanage don't have that stuff."

He Rou: "This is a personal attack and spreading rumors! How can you be so vicious? I haven't even said anything to you!"

Jiang Nanxi: "Yeah, that's right, old milk tea. How about it? Or you can just kill me."

He Rou: ? ? ?
Who the hell are you calling "old milk tea"?!

He Rou was so angry that she wanted to flip the table, but then she noticed that Song Shiting suddenly glanced at her.

Song Shiting spoke slowly, and his words changed her expression.