Let her be arrogant

Chapter 36 Cover-up
  Sheng Lanqing was groggy, and the alcohol had not yet decomposed in her light sleep, which made her eager to hide her inner feelings.

The dim light from the mobile phone screen shone on her face, her lips pursed tightly.

Even when alone, he refuses to show his weak emotions in unfamiliar surroundings.

[Xi Yu, I heard that you are getting married... Congratulations, finally someone can tolerate your bad temper. 】

[I'm treating you well. At this time, I'm still thinking of attending your wedding, and I've prepared a big red envelope for you. 】

She conveniently transferred the amount of "88888" and made a note of happy wedding.

[Once a teacher, always a father. You are my reborn parents. All these numbers are the disciple’s love for the master. 】

[From now on, I will honor my mistress as you. I wish you a happy marriage and a happy marriage in three years. 】

……

A lot of nonsense messages were sent to Xi Yu, but Xi Yu still didn't reply.

Sheng Lanqing was not surprised, thinking that he should be accompanying his fiancée who was about to officially get married.

There was already a glimmer of light in the sky.

Snowflake screamed "meow meow meow" and ran towards her, and was picked up in her arms.

She rubbed Xuehua's head, feeling a little sad.

I just pulled the tiger skin of Zhang Xiyu's lover during the day, and heard that he had a fiancée in the middle of the night. As expected, there is no shortcut.

But fortunately, the troupe will resume performances in the near future and will still tour in several cities across the country.

No matter how embarrassed I felt, it would dissipate after I was busy for a while.

Sheng Lanqing ravaged the cat in the living room for several hours. Finally, at dawn, he packed up the cat and his luggage and took them away.

"Sister Qing, you are finally here."

An Nuan wandered back and forth in front of the hotel for more than an hour. When she saw Sheng Lanqing, she felt like she had seen a savior.

"There are reporters over at the theater waiting to interview you."

An Nuan looked proud.

Kun Opera has not been mentioned often in recent years, but due to Sheng Lanqing's good looks, it has become popular on the Internet.

The only negative impact is that Sheng Lanqing himself is often followed and bombarded with unknown phone calls and text messages.

"Let's go."

Sheng Lanqing got into the car, closed her eyes and rested in the back seat. When she arrived at the theater, someone greeted her warmly.

"Sister Qing, come here."

The door of the reception room was opened by a special person, and several journalists with long guns and short guns were sitting inside. The dean was sitting aside to accompany the guests.

There was a reporter from the TV station that I had agreed with before, and an entertainment reporter was also prominently included.

Sheng Lanqing frowned, having a bad premonition.

"Hello, I am Sheng Lanqing."

She nodded to the reporter opposite and sat down.

The dean smiled kindly, raised his hand and solemnly introduced: "Lan Qing is a new generation of Hua Dan in the Kun Opera world today, and her basic skills are very solid. When I first learned Kun Opera, I often practiced until two or three in the morning, and the next day It was around six o’clock in the morning and I got up again.”

The TV reporter adjusted his glasses and asked with admiration: "Ms. Sheng, from the perspective of most people nowadays, the cost of learning Kunqu Opera is quite high, but the income is far lower than that of the ordinary entertainment industry. What do you rely on? What kind of belief do you hold on to today?"

This question is not difficult to answer, just tell the truth.

However, before Sheng Lanqing opened her mouth to answer, she clearly heard a very light sneer.

She looked over and saw the reporter carrying the entertainment logo camera.

He looked at her without fear, without any shame at being caught, and his eyes were full of contempt for her.

Shanhe Entertainment...

Sheng Lanqing read it silently and remembered the name quietly. The old dean is about to retire. He has been obsessed with the field of art all his life, and he knows nothing about these intrigues that are beyond the scope of his understanding.

When they saw it was a reporter, they brought them all to her, but little did they know that some people were just wolves in sheep's clothing.

"Kun Opera is my country's intangible cultural heritage. From form to substance, the lyrics are completely comparable to 'Tang Poetry, Song Ci and Yuan Opera'. The tune known as Shuimo Diao is even more musical and artistic..."

Sheng Lanqing's eyebrows were soft, and her whole body was calm and unfazed.

She changed the subject and continued: "And I am honored to be able to pass by the fragrance of this orchid. The audience praised not me, but the reflection of the orchid that I showed."

"You are so humble, I still want to ask for advice..."

After one hour of interview time, the reporters and staff of the TV station all said goodbye and left. The old dean went out to see him off.

The entertainment reporter of Shanhe Entertainment was still sitting upright on the ground, and the malicious intent in his smile became more and more obvious.

"Miss Sheng, I wonder what you think about Mr. Xi's marriage news?"

The camera next to him flashed dimly, obviously recording in real time.

"Normal people would say congratulations when they hear a stranger getting married."

Sheng Lanqing smiled lightly, raised her eyebrows and replied.

"But as far as I know, your relationship with Mr. Xi is not ordinary."

Yu Ji asked reluctantly.

"Then tell me," Sheng Lanqing said with some humor, "What is my relationship with him?"

Yu Ji was speechless for a moment.

Just because he dared to jump up and down in front of Sheng Lanqing didn't mean he had the courage to gossip about Xi Yu directly in public.

This camera has been live streaming since it was turned on.

After two questions, Sheng Lanqing answered them flawlessly.

The entertainment reporter became a little anxious and directly dropped a bombshell: "Is Mr. Xi your ideal marriage partner? Do you feel sorry for Mr. Xi's early marriage?"

"My ideal marriage partner..."

Sheng Lanqing deliberately prolonged his voice, and as expected, he saw the entertainment reporter's expectant eyes.

"Of course it can't be someone like Mr. Xi. He is the dream lover of thousands of girls, but in my eyes, he is not as valuable as a roasted sweet potato. So I don't feel sorry for his young marriage at all. , but I really hope to attend his wedding..."

"After all, Mr. Xi is a rich man no matter what. At such a wedding of the century, I might also be able to meet my ideal type."

"I prefer a homely person who is beautiful, virtuous, good at cooking, and has the temperament of a husband."

"I'm a big womanist and can't tolerate a grain of salt in my eyes. So he must abide by his masculine ethics and not be happy with other women, otherwise I will divorce him."

"My husband must be well-behaved and obedient, and put me first in everything. He must tell me a bedtime story every night before going to bed, and give me at least three good morning kisses in the morning..."

Yu Ji was dumbfounded and almost forgot the purpose of his coming.

He subconsciously asked: "Why three?"

Sheng Lanqing said unceremoniously: "Because in this family, I have the final say. If I say at least three, then he can't be two point nine."

"It is true that Mr. Xi does not meet your criteria for choosing a mate at all."

The entertainment reporter agreed and nodded repeatedly.

Anyway, he achieved half of his purpose and failed to ruin Sheng Lanqing's reputation in his private life.

But judging from her criteria for choosing a spouse, success has brought her one step closer to marrying into a wealthy family.

Which wealthy family boss can tolerate his son finding a living ancestor to come back to him?

With a "pop", the chopsticks in Xi Yu's hand were broken, and she stared at the woman on the screen with a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)