Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 414 Zeng, the Dog (5K)

Mu Qingyang, feeling deeply hurt, looked a little off.

She was thinking about what kind of awful life she had been living all these years!

Han Yu had already made the bed, climbed down the ladder, reached out and wiped away her tears, and said with a helpless smile, "Why are you crying?"

Mu Qingyang was taken aback; he realized that tears were streaming down his face without him even noticing.

"It's nothing, I just thought of something sad," Mu Qingyang replied softly.

"It's alright," Han Yu said, patting her head to comfort her.

Mu Qingyang nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you for making my bed!"

Han Yu asked, "So what do you plan to call me from now on? Hehe..."

Mu Qingyang didn't expect Zeng Wenjie's family to be so keen on going straight to the point. He had intended to let the awkward situation slide, but the other party actually asked directly!

For a moment, it was difficult to find a way to answer.

Han Yu said, "Take your time to think about it. I'll wash your dirty clothes for you."

Mu Qingyang hadn't had time to wash the clothes she'd changed out of yesterday, so she left them on the table. Han Yu picked them up and headed for the balcony.

"No, I can wash it myself!" Mu Qingyang hurriedly stopped her.

"It's okay, I know you're very hardworking and not a lazy girl. But I also want to take care of you more!" Han Yu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyang was stunned.

Then, she smiled happily and said, "Then I'll call you Mom from now on, but you're not allowed to dislike me."

Han Yu laughed and said, "You think I'd wash your clothes if I didn't like you? What are you thinking, daughter?"

"Mom~" Mu Qingyang called out.

"Ah."

"Mom!" she called again.

"here I am!"

"mom!"

"Uh-huh!"

"mom!"

Mu Qingyang shouted several times in a row, so happy that he spun around on the spot.

She truly felt the care and love from her elders in every way during the Spring Festival at Zeng Wenjie's home, and Han Yu's gentleness was quite similar to that of her late mother.

She has already come to regard Zeng Wenjie's family as her own.

After calling him that so many times, Mu Qingyang no longer felt ashamed of the name. On the contrary, he felt happy and sweet inside when he called it.

Han Yu helped her wash her clothes and hung them up to dry, saying, "When Wenjie's game is finished, you can teach me how to play it. I want to see what that kid is up to!"

Mu Qingyang nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay!"

The well-behaved and beautiful Mu Qingyang made Han Yu like her more and more. She really didn't know how her son, who had spent so much effort pursuing Yang Jingqi, managed to win over such a fairy-like girl.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Han Yu asked, looking left and right.

She was a woman from a rural background, but because her father was a college graduate, she was well-educated and reasonable, yet she did not lack the earnestness and simplicity of a woman.

At home, she's always busy; if something is dirty or messy, she'll take the initiative to clean it up.

Mu Qingyang hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no!"

Han Yu smiled and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now, okay? I'll take the sheets and duvet cover back and wash them for you in the washing machine, then bring them back to you."

Mu Qingyang said, "Okay, don't work too hard!"

Han Yu said, "What's so hard about using a washing machine?"

Mu Qingyang picked up the sheets and duvet cover that had been changed and said, "I'll take you downstairs."

Han Yu said, "It's not far, you can rest in your dorm!"

Mu Qingyang said, "I'm not tired, I don't need to rest. I'll take you down."

She saw Han Yu off at the dormitory building and stuffed the used bedding into the trunk of the jeep.

"We're going back now. We'll cook at home in a couple of days and call you then," Han Yu said.

“Okay, Mom!” Mu Qingyang replied obediently.

Zeng Xiangdong was smoking in his car when he heard this and turned around to look at the two of them in surprise.

Mu Qingyang waved happily and watched the vehicle drive away.

Old Zeng looked at his wife and asked in surprise, "What did Xiao Mu just call you?"

Han Yu then said, "Call me Mom, is there a problem?"

Zeng Xiangdong's lips twitched, and he said, "Did you give them the 'change of address fee'?"

Han Yu said, both amused and exasperated, "She's not even married into the family yet, why should we give her a 'change of address' fee?"

Zeng Xiangdong couldn't help but ask, "Then why does she call you 'Mom'?"

Han Yu thought for a moment and said, "I was making the bed for her at the time, and she was watching from below. I guess she was a little touched! After all, your bra also mentioned that her family situation is rather special."

"bra?"

"You don't know your son's nickname?" Han Yu immediately burst into laughter, feeling that the nickname was truly an insult to culture.

"Damn it... which little brat came up with such an awful nickname?!" Zeng Xiangdong cursed out.

Han Yu laughed and said, "Anyway, it's either Hu Guohua or Shi Jing, it can only be the two of them."

Zeng Xiangdong shook his head helplessly, then said with a hint of envy, "She calls you Mom, so she'll probably call me Dad too, right?"

Han Yu paused for a moment, then smiled thoughtfully and said, "It's probably a bit difficult. Her relationship with her father isn't good, so she'll most likely be resistant to that title."

"Sigh, I really don't know what her father was thinking. He has such a good daughter, and he's ruined their relationship like this. If she were my daughter, I would cherish her every day. Even if she poured the gold I refined into a gutter, I would still praise her for being hardworking," Zeng Xiangdong sighed.

Han Yu clapped her hands and laughed, saying, "Xiao Mu is really too well-behaved. When she suddenly called me that just now, I felt like my heart was melting."

Zeng Xiangdong said, "It's good that your bra has become successful, otherwise I don't know how you would have been able to keep this girl."

"Your bra!"

"your home!"

"your home!"

"your home!"

“Mine is Mu Qingyang, yours is a bra, hahaha…” Han Yu covered her mouth and laughed uncontrollably.

Zeng Xiangdong was immediately annoyed and said, "No mother is like you, disliking her own son."

Han Yu said, "If we complain about him more, Xiao Mu will feel more sorry for him, which is good."

After seeing Zeng Xiangdong and Han Yu off, Mu Qingyang did not go to the entrepreneurship base to play "Hero Kill" with her classmates. Although the game was quite addictive, and she liked to play Zhuge Liang, when she was lucky enough to draw a secret card, she could play cards non-stop, which was incredibly fun.

She didn't even want to watch anime or go for a walk with Zeng Wenjie anymore; she just wanted to hurry back to her dorm room and lie down on her brand-new, fragrant, and warm bed!
So she ran back to her dormitory on the fifth floor in a flash, took off her shoes, and got into bed.

After lying down on the bed, I smelled the scent of sunshine.

After the sheets and duvet covers are made, washed, and dried, they will have a dry, pleasant fragrance that makes people feel exceptionally comfortable.

This kind of romance is unique to Easterners. In Europe and America, there is no habit of air drying; they basically use dryers.

"So comfortable!"

The cotton wadding, freshly fluffed, was elastic and fluffy, making it very comfortable to lie on. The quilt also felt fluffy and warm. Mu Qingyang felt that he could sleep on this bed for twenty-four hours!
She lay in bed and flipped through the copy of "Resurrection" she had received that day.

There are even some notes left by the previous owner, with some paragraphs marked and written with reading notes.

This gave Mu Qingyang a sense of accomplishment, as if she had glimpsed the inner world of someone else, just like Zeng Wenjie hadn't known that she knew Russian.

After lying in bed for a while, she got out of bed and turned on her laptop.

Find the mother's profile picture and open the chat window.

“I’m doing very well and I feel happier and happier. Just now, I called Zeng Wenjie’s mother ‘Mom.’ She is really gentle, just like you. She carefully made my bed and even washed the clothes I changed out of yesterday.”

She also said she knew I wasn't a lazy girl, but just wanted to take better care of me.

“I like her very much, and I am willing to call her Zeng Wenjie.”

"But my absolute favorite person is still you, so please don't be jealous of me." Mu Qingyang sent the most memorable thing of the day.

If you scroll up through the chat history, you'll find that she's mostly sharing her happiness and interesting experiences, no longer as depressed, negative, or frustrated as before.

Aren't you coming to play cards?

Mu Qingyang received a message from Zeng Wenjie.

"I want to go to bed early on the new bed today, it feels so comfortable."

Mu Qingyang thought for a moment and replied.

"Wow, I feel more comfortable in my arms. Wouldn't it be better to watch anime while I'm holding you?"

"I don't want to go out. Let me just lie quietly in my dorm!"

"Not unhappy?"

I'm incredibly happy right now!

"Then why won't you share it with me?"

I'll share it with you tomorrow!

After learning that Mu Qingyang was in a normal emotional state, Zeng Wenjie felt relieved about her situation.

I was thinking that since she was wearing black stockings today, we could watch a couple more episodes of Dragon Ball Z together.

Zeng Wenjie used his computer in the office for a while, replied to several messages, and chatted with Yan Xinyi and Qin Yixuan, who happened to be online.

Senior student Xiao Qin was very enthusiastic, but Zeng Wenjie's reply was somewhat inappropriate.

It's not that I don't want to talk to you, it's just that I'm too tired.

"I've been very busy with work lately, and there are so many meetings that I'm completely exhausted."

"I'm in my dorm room right now, about to take a shower."

"Oh, I'm going to take a shower. Talk to you later."

He had experienced what it was like to be a cold and aloof goddess, and that was the attitude he had to use to deal with Qin Yixuan, lest she revert to her old ways and become arrogant because of his favor.

You have to tough her out a bit, then give her a sweet treat, and she'll obediently submit.

Chatting with Yan Xinyi was relatively simple; we exchanged greetings and talked about our work.

"The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television has decided to conduct an exclusive interview with you, and I am trying to secure the opportunity to host this interview," Yan Xinyi said directly.

“Sister Yan, do you still need to try? I think you have a great image and temperament,” Zeng Wenjie replied.

“This kind of exclusive interview attracts a lot of attention; many hosts are vying for it. And you're not unaware of your close ties with the authorities! Your public statements are very well-received by higher-ups. If this interview goes well, it could even be featured on ‘Focus Interview’ after ‘News Broadcast’!” Yan Xinyi replied.

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback when he saw the text. Luckily, he had asked Feng Xiao to write the draft first, and he was already memorizing it.

"For an exclusive interview, it's easier to conduct the interview with someone you know, right?" Yan Xinyi asked, a very tactful hint.

"Haha, maybe that's true!" Zeng Wenjie pretended to be stupid.

Before Yan Xinyi could reply, Zeng Wenjie immediately typed: "I've been busy all day and I'm a little tired, so I'll rest first. Let's keep in touch later!"

Yan Xinyi was taken aback when she saw these words.

Normally, men who chat with her would love to talk for a hundred more minutes, but Zeng Wenjie was different. She would deliberately interrupt the conversation and say that she was going to rest.

Moreover, she had already given such an obvious hint, yet the other party pretended not to understand?
She certainly didn't think Zeng Wenjie was emotionally unintelligent and couldn't understand things, because someone with low emotional intelligence couldn't have achieved what he has today.

After returning to his dorm room, Zeng Wenjie called Mu Qingyang and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Lie down," Mu Qingyang said lazily.

“I have something to tell you. The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television is arranging an exclusive interview for me, and they want me to bring five guests. I was thinking, why don’t you go and fill in the numbers?” Zeng Wenjie asked.

"I...I don't really want to go?" Mu Qingyang said cautiously, afraid that Zeng Wenjie would get angry.

Zeng Wenjie smiled helplessly after hearing this and said, "I knew you would answer like that."

Mu Qingyang chuckled and said, "Besides, I'm not very good at talking, so you should find someone else!"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Alright then, I'll call Shi Hao over."

"Uh?"

Mu Qingyang was stunned, somewhat taken aback.

Zeng Wenjie immediately started laughing strangely, saying, "Don't you feel great having our chairman praising me in front of the camera?"

Mu Qingyang felt a chill run down his spine; something felt off.
"Principal Gao, Shi Hao, and then Qianzhu, who helped me start from scratch, and Brother Ye too. He'll definitely be timid and hesitant in front of the camera, not daring to say anything out of line," Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

Mu Qingyang exclaimed in shock, "No, you really want to invite Chairman Shi Hao as a guest?"

Zeng Wenjie sneered, "I even wanted to invite Yao Tao!"

"..."

Mu Qingyang felt a chill when he thought of Yao Tao, who had kicked a snowman in a fire hydrant and broken its leg. However, when he thought of Yao Tao praising Zeng Wenjie in front of the camera, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yao Tao deserved it. Who told him to kick over the snowman he and Zeng Wenjie had built together? Humph!

"Brother Ye probably won't agree. All he wants to do is criticize you. Asking him to be a guest would be worse than killing him," Mu Qingyang reminded him.

“That makes sense…” Zeng Wenjie said thoughtfully.

Ye Qiansheng didn't care about the limelight. Given his carefree attitude, it was impossible for him to go against his conscience and support Zeng Wenjie, this unscrupulous capitalist, just to get on the news from the State Administration of Radio and Television.

Mu Qingyang said, "Please invite President Zheng! President Zheng appreciates you and is a senior executive at Tencent. This interview will also help promote your game, 'Hero Kill'! Tencent will be very happy to see this and will use their company resources to help promote it. It's a win-win situation, maximizing benefits!"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Wenjie immediately understood and said, "That's right, President Zheng, we have to make arrangements. You're practically my strategist; you've reminded me."

Mu Qingyang hummed smugly, lying on the comfortable bed, feeling very happy as he listened to the praise.

"Then those five guests are settled for now. If Brother Ye doesn't agree, we'll choose others," Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.

"We definitely can't let Shi Jing go."

"Haha, wouldn't it be more entertaining to send him?"

"You'll be making me apologize on the spot!"

"It's okay, I'll just treat him to snow cigarettes every day!"

Mu Qingyang asked, "When will the interview from the General Administration be coming?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "I don't know yet, but I've already received the interview transcript and prepared my answers. They need to go through the review process before scheduling a time."

Mu Qingyang hummed in agreement and said, "My boyfriend is really amazing. He used to work at the provincial TV station, and now he's even moved up to the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television! Will we see you on international news next year?"

"That's too unrealistic, after all, I'm still just a child..." Zeng Wenjie said ambiguously.

"Get out, get out, get out..." Mu Qingyang spat out several times shyly before hanging up the phone.

She blushed, her heart raced, and she felt a tickling sensation in her chest.

Zeng Wenjie is acting strangely; he's always thinking about being a child. It's outrageous!

But recalling the conversation just now, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh. Zeng Wenjie was such a scoundrel; no wonder everyone around him called him a dog!
Zeng Wenjie was chuckling strangely, wondering if Shi Hao would be completely dumbfounded if he received an invitation to be a guest.

But Shi Hao certainly wouldn't refuse, after all, it was a great opportunity to appear on the State Administration of Radio and Television's news, what an honor!

Actually, inviting Shi Hao as a guest wasn't just a joke; after all, he's the student council president of the School of Wind and Rain, and that title does have an effect.

However, just thinking about having Shih Hao suppress his urge to say nice things about him in front of the camera is hilarious!

Regarding the interview host option, Zeng Wenjie could talk to Zhuang Aimin and ask him to communicate with the State Administration of Radio and Television to arrange for someone who is more familiar with "village BA" to do it.

In this way, he would have room to maneuver.

After all, the team that visited "Village BA" consisted of only a small number of people.

If Qin Yixuan performs well, she could be given a reward; even without a co-host, she could be arranged as a guest.

After all, Senior Sister Qin witnessed the rise of his brand Marlenia and even served as a product model for a period of time, so she has a lot of influence.

Lying in bed, Zeng Wenjie yawned; today was a rare day of leisure.

Having completed his task on "The Voice of China," he felt a great sense of relief. Otherwise, he would have been worried about making a fool of himself in the semi-finals and ruining his public image.

"From now on, I won't get involved in 'The Voice of China' anymore. Let them hold their own meetings. I've already arranged all the segments anyway. I'll just say I'm preparing for a new music variety show, and Lao He probably won't bother me."

Zeng Wenjie decided to slack off, since he had a lot of things to do and was constantly attending meetings, which was too tiring and time-consuming.

He thought he would go and see Zeng Mi tomorrow.

I wonder what kind of mental state this woman, as delicate as a lilac, was in behind bars?
(End of this chapter)