Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 550 - 32: After Divorce, the Cannon Fodder Joins a R

The evening performance ended, marking the conclusion of the second episode’s recording.

Early the next morning, all the guests left by boat.

Just as they reached the port, a crisp voice ca from behind.

"Sister!"

Everyone turned around to see a skinny little girl running over with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

"Sister Jiang Lai!"

The little girl ran to Jiang Lai’s side and handed her the wildflowers she was holding.

"I just picked these for you."

Jiang Lai accepted the flowers and gently rubbed her head.

"Thank you."

"Sister Jiang Lai, will you co back to visit?"

"If I’m not busy with work, I might co, but this place is too far from where I live, so it might be many years before I visit again."

[Why does Jiang Lai have to be so cold-blooded? The little girl was clearly smiling so happily.]

[Heh, can’t even pretend a bit, huh?]

[What do you guys know? Promising the little girl and then not coming back, is that kindness?]

[Jiang Lai is very honest. This island is so remote, who would casually travel such a long distance to visit a place with such poor transportation?]

The little girl’s eyes were filled with disappointnt.

The guests nearby also looked sowhat sympathetic.

Zhou Luo stepped forward to comfort her.

"Now that transportation is convenient, Sister Jiang Lai will definitely co back to see you more often."

"I won’t."

Jiang Lai looked at the little girl.

"I have a lot of things to do and can’t co here often, but you can co find to play."

The little girl looked downcast, clutching her small dark hands.

"It’s too far, I won’t find it."

"When you learn more, the road will feel closer. Study hard and get into a good university. Then, you can co to Beijing and I’ll welco you anyti."

[Jiang Lai is truly warm-hearted, seriously making a promise to a little girl.]

[Indeed, if the children on the island don’t study well, they might stay here their whole lives.]

[This is truly responsible behavior, not just putting on a show for the cara.]

[Ah, Jiang Lai is really amazing, a truly sincere girl.]

Zhou Luo heard Jiang Lai’s words and silently turned his face to look at her.

In his eyes, there was an undeniable brightness.

Jiang Lai had really changed a lot.

Finally, Jiang Lai took out a small pendant from her bag and handed it to her.

It was sothing the original owner had casually bought at the airport, simply because it looked pretty.

Made of slightly finer glass, it refracted dazzling light under the sun.

The little girl couldn’t put it down.

"When you get into university, by then, these little things will just seem ordinary to you, got it?"

The girl’s dark eyes lit up as she nodded.

Finally, Jiang Lai watched her leave.

After boarding the boat, the director returned all the communication devices, including phones, to the guests.

The first call after opening her phone was from Sister Fang.

"I’m waiting for you at the port, co quickly, there’s a good director here waiting to et you."

The nanny van was parked by the roadside; Sister Fang rolled down the window and waved to Jiang Lai.

"Jiang Lai, wait a mont."

Liang Qizhou’s car also stopped nearby.

He was walking toward Jiang Lai at that mont.

"Who did you vote for in last night’s heart-stirring vote?"

Jiang Lai smiled.

"You’ll find out when the show airs."

"I voted for you."

Liang Qizhou’s straightforward words made even Sister Fang, standing by, widen her eyes.

What exactly was this young film emperor saying?

Was he confessing to her artist?

In such a direct way?

No, no, no, Jiang Lai worked so hard to get out of one pit, she can’t fall into another one.

There are no good n in the entertainnt industry, Sister Fang ca to this conclusion from years of industry experience.

She stared at Jiang Lai, not daring to speak, feeling a bit nervous.

Liang Qizhou waited quietly, neither impatient nor restless, as was his usual style, always so calm and composed.

"Because I voted for you, I’m curious who you voted for."

"You won’t get the answer you want from , so who I voted for doesn’t matter."

After speaking, Jiang Lai nodded to Liang Qizhou, signaling her departure.

After getting in the car, Sister Fang, sitting in the back seat with Jiang Lai, looked at her with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

"Jiang Lai, did you know that your fanbase across the internet has increased by nearly 10 million?"

On various platforms, her fan count skyrocketed.

Every day, countless private ssages co in, calling her wife, and so even going overboard by calling her husband.

Jiang Lai scrolled through her phone and nodded.

"More or less, oh right, contact that fisherman just now and send him so money, enough for the child’s university graduation."

Upon hearing this, Sister Fang paused for a few seconds before asking.

"I’ll find a dia reporter and give an extra million."

"No need to find them, and no need for a million, 300,000 will do."

"Then why are you doing this... you’re not just trying to be charitable, are you?"

Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Do I look like the kind of person with low moral awareness?"

Sister Fang let out a cold laugh.

"Couldn’t tell, but it seems your moral awareness has improved since leaving the jerk."

Though she said this, she quickly noted it down in her mo.

300,000 isn’t much.

Jiang Lai’s price for a casual business event now is ten tis that amount.

"Oh, by the way, the charity red carpet dress has already been borrowed. Tonight, go ho and rest well. Tomorrow, I’ll co to take you for a fitting."

Jiang Lai leaned against the window with her eyes closed, not saying a word.

"So now, are you going back to the apartnt?"

"No, find a hotel instead."

The apartnt was right next to the company, staying there would be a bit of a hassle.

Jiang Lai was a bit tired and didn’t want to deal with these troubleso matters.

After washing up at the hotel, she ca out and turned on her phone, seeing three missed calls and two WeChat ssages on it.

Scumdog: [Answer the phone]

Scumdog: [Answer, I want to talk to you]

Sent by Murong Yan.

Just as Jiang Lai was looking, the fourth call ca through.

Upon answering, the voice on the other end was slightly hoarse, with a hint of drunkenness, clearly having had a drink.

"Why aren’t you ho, where are you?"

Inside the apartnt, Murong Yan was sitting on the sofa, holding a wine glass, his gaze cold.

Jiang Lai spoke calmly.

"What does it matter where I am, who are you, do you have the right to know?"

Clutching the glass tightly, Murong Yan pressed his lips together, his breath suppressed.

"Jiang Lai, don’t forget, I’m still your boss."

"Hmm, so being the boss gives you the right to inquire into an employee’s personal life? I have things to do, bye."

Why waste so many words with him.

During those two days of recording the show, seeing him every day, she was already fed up.

Looking closely, his features weren’t as refined as Liang Qizhou’s, nor was his physique as good as Zhou Luo’s.

He had so money, but nothing special.

To Jiang Lai who had been a domineering president before, Murong Yan was worthless.

A good night’s sleep.

Early the next morning, Sister Fang arrived on ti to knock on the door, calling her to try on clothes.

"This ti, the new season dress borrowed from the Xiang Family, only three globally. After our company signed it, no agent could snatch it from , am I impressive?"

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Impressive."