Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Even Chen Qiong, who had worked with him for many years as his agent, suspected that Tangtang was his illegitimate daughter at a glance.
His rivals and anti-fans would surely suspect the same.
Chen Qiong said, “Why don’t you give Tangtang to me. You can head back first—”
Mo Heng glanced at Tangtang, who lay sleepy and defenseless in his arms, slowly dozing off…
Since he’d decided to rear this homeless little mermaid for the time being, Mo Heng couldn’t allow anything to happen to her.
Attempting to hide her would only attract the attention of the public. If someone with bad intentions found out about her, things wouldn’t look too good.
In any case, Mo Heng had to keep this child by his side.
Why not—
Have Tangtang make an official appearance before the public!
“Sister Qiong, has the cast been selected yet for the variety show you picked out last month?”
Chen Qiong couldn’t believe her ears. “You want to participate in the parent and child program?”
Mo Heng had made his debut in an idol group at 10 years old. He went solo at 16 and subsequently tackled the movie and television industry. In one fell swoop, he became a young hotshot, and all the shows he was cast in were idol dramas. Although his fan base was huge, people inevitably criticized him, saying he lacked talent.
Apart from filming, Mo Heng kept a low profile and didn’t reveal much of his private life. He rarely socialized, which made it very difficult for his rivals to dig up dirt on him. They could only try to ruin his reputation by criticizing his bad attitude, haughty demeanor, and low EQ.
Nothing much had happened in the past two years, and currently, Mo Heng was a top TV star. It was hard to say how many people were envious of him, or how many people secretly wanted to drag him down.
On Chen Qiong’s end, it was impossible for her not to make preparations in advance. She accepted a few variety show opportunities for Mo Heng in order to give him a chance to display his gentle, compassionate side. This would be a direct counter to the anti-fans.
Coincidentally, last month, a TV station had stretched out an olive branch in the form of a parent and child variety show, and it was this opportunity that Mo Heng had brought up while he and Chen Qiong were discussing how best to reveal Tang Tang’s existence.
However, when Chen Qiong had mentioned the variety show to Mo Heng, he had instantly rejected the offer.
Firstly, Mo Heng’s goal was to become an actor. He didn’t want to go with the flow and act in the same roles forever, solidifying his on-screen persona.
Secondly, to participate in the parent and child variety show, the only way Mo Heng could fulfill the criteria was if he brought along his nephew, who was a devil incarnate.
Thinking of his previous interactions with that child, Mo Heng felt that he would rather go film in a desert.
So Chen Qiong had had no other choice but to tactfully decline the TV station’s offer. However, it wasn’t a definite rejection. She merely stated that Mo Heng’s current work schedule was a little too packed, causing him to feel fatigued. Once he was well-rested, he might change his mind.
This was simply an excuse Chen Qiong had made up. Who would have guessed that it would become true in the blink of an eye.
Chen Qiong, who would shatter her own heart for the sake of Mo Heng’s career, was incredibly happy that Mo Heng was going to go on the show. She joyfully whipped out her phone. “I’ll give the production crew a call right now.”
Unexpectedly, the moment Chen Qiong turned around, she heard Mo Heng make a request. “First, get the hotel to send a few sets of clothes for Tangtang. They need to be luxurious and soft!”
*
A thousand miles away, in Yuncheng.
The towering Gu Cooperation’s technology research center.
Outside a mysterious operating room, there was the sound of urgent footsteps.
There was a young boy inside the operating room, working on a dissection. When the youngster heard the approaching footsteps, he immediately paused, his hand hanging in midair—
Finally here?
He had already waited for many days—
Afraid that his anticipation would be for naught, the youngster, Gu Tingwei, pursed his lips and continued his work.
The sharp blade of his scalpel reflected cold light into his pitch-black eyes, accentuating the stillness and silence hidden beneath his pair of protective goggles. He had a calm, steady composure not typical of someone his age.
He nimbly retracted the blade, then started suturing, as though the living creature on the table was a prop doll.
Just when he had snipped the suture using a pair of scissors, the doors of the laboratory were suddenly pushed open, and a young boy appeared, panting. “Young Master, we’ve collected the sound waves that you requested.”