The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite-Chapter 567 - 304

It’s no exaggeration to say that her performance back then was beyond me by miles. If not for the coincidence of being grouped with her and getting carried along by her momentum, I might not have made it through that audition.

The next step was the pre-shooting training, and she was more diligent than any of us, having started learning sign language in advance. The conditions in the mountains were really tough, but she never complained.

Every day, she worked with absolute professionalism and seriousness, and she was cheerful in her time off, often encouraging me and discussing acting techniques with me.

I don’t know if you’ve ever had someone you really admire, but I certainly admired her.

Since then, we had become partners in dining and chatting.

Back then, I thought to myself that a girl who loved to laugh surely would have good luck.

But who knew she would soon offend some petty people in the crew for speaking up for local extras, get slandered by these people, and suffer from rumors spread about her online.

Every day, as soon as I opened social media, I could see countless people cursing her, and I was anxious on her behalf.

She had just entered the circle, was she going to be driven out just like that? If those people really tarnished her reputation, would she be able to land any roles in the future?

Some of the foul language was so distressing that even as a man, it pained me. Could a girl as cheerful and kind-hearted as her really withstand it?

The answer was ’yes’! She not only withstood it all but also went further and further down this path with her acting skills and hard work, step by step, never compromising her principles or bowing her head to anyone.

Reading up to here, some might start ’hating’ on us again, saying I’m always ’licking’ her, singing her praises.

But what are you professional haters? You are nothing. You don’t even know the half of our story, yet you start fabricating things out of thin air.

After shooting "Lost Voice," I struggled to get decent scripts. During that period, things were really tough for me, not only because of work but also because of family troubles.

My parents, due to a lack of precaution, had been swindled out of all their savings. Moreover, they got involved in a legal dispute. They lost all their money and had to pay a huge compensation to others, aging ten years overnight.

When my parents turned to me, I was also stretched thin. Even after taking out all my savings, I couldn’t cover one-tenth of the hole they were in.

Later, Wenyan asked me out for a meal. I think she had just finished recording "Jungle Diary" at that time, and she was already very popular.

But no matter how famous she became, when back in A City, she would still ask me, an old friend, to dine out, always saying I was the first true friend she made in this circle. And wasn’t it the same for me?

I went to the dinner, and I didn’t bring up my family’s situation voluntarily. But I was in such a bad state those few days that she noticed something was wrong at first glance.

After I told her about my family’s situation, she instantly offered to lend me money. I said, "Wenyan, that’s not a small amount. If you lend it to me now, I can’t say when I’ll be able to repay it. If I can’t get any roles, it could take ten, twenty years, or even a lifetime to pay you back."

I will never forget the look she gave me at that moment.

She really is a very emotional and kind-hearted person. Maybe it was because I was crying my eyes out then, but tears were shimmering in her eyes too as she looked at me.

Ha, she told me at that time, "Why do you look like a drowned rat, giving up just like that? It’s just money. I’ll lend it to you. It’s only money. Go make it! You’re just in your early twenties. You may have another 80 years to live. I refuse to believe that if you spend those 80 years just focusing on making money, you can’t be successful. Even collecting scrap, you could build a villa!"

That day, she became the hero of my life.

I used the money she lent me to settle the lawsuit for my parents.

When my parents learned that a girl had helped me, they insisted that I must be grateful and repay the favor. Knowing that she was being slandered online, they felt incredibly sorry for her and even encouraged me to pursue her.

At that time, I told them, chasing her would be too superficial. Our friendship cannot be confined by the conventional relationship between a man and a woman.

So one rumor going around online is quite laughable: it says that she and I are from the same orphanage and I am secretly scheming for her adoptive parents’ wealth. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

The person who conjured up this rumor—what, can’t you even afford a meal, eating watery stuff until your brain is soaked? Or is it that you’ve had too many wild herbs and now there’s grass growing in your brain?

It’s just ridiculous!

First of all, not to mention whether I want to slap you or not, my parents would definitely want to drown you in their spit first.

So, for those with ulterior motives, stop forcing a romance on my dear Wenyan and me, and don’t start shipping us just because we’re within two meters of each other. If you’re malnourished, go home and fry an egg, which is both cheap and nutritious, and suits your budget.

Last but not least, a shoutout to Wenyan, my big Yan. They can’t bring you down because you are the best. In this lifetime, you will always be my best friend!’

...Indeed, this was an essay full of genuine feelings, and Wenyan knew it when she saw Wang Che passionately open the mic to scold the haters.

She immediately replied to @Wang Che: Little Chezi ah Little Chezi, it’s time to bring out this photo. Image JPG

Netizens who rushed to the comments section immediately opened the photo Wenyan had posted.

It was a picture of Wang Che crying his eyes out, with the background being a private room in a certain restaurant.

’Hahaha, is this the day when big Yan said that Little Chezi cried like a drowned dog?’

’Definitely, it’s when Cheche was crying rivers.’

’Little Chezi is the drowned dog, and big Yan is the real dog. She released such an embarrassing photo; this is true friendship, I bow down to it first.’

’Is big Yan sure she’s not here to shade Little Chezi?’

Wang Che @Wenyan: You actually took a picture of me?!!! Why didn’t you tell me at the time?

Wenyan @Wang Che: I have a group photo too.

Netizen @Wenyan: ’Ahhh hurry up and release it, don’t make me beg you big Yan, I want to see what Little Chezi looked like on that day when his hero was brimming with tears.’

’+ identity number’

’It’s the first time I see a guy describe his female friend as his hero, ahhh so jealous, I also want such a good friend.’

’Don’t make me kneel down already, Yan sister, please show me your group photo.’

For a while, there were too many people asking Wenyan for the group photo.

Even Wang Che himself spoke up in the comments section.

Wang Che @Wenyan: Let’s take a look then, but promise me to find one where I don’t look so ugly. After all, I’m also walking the path of good looks.

Wenyan @Wang Che: Are you sure? I’m afraid my good looks on this path could crush you into dust.

Netizen @Wenyan: ’I’m totally looking forward to it now, want to see it even more. Can’t take it anymore, my heart is itching.’

’Begging you, I’ve already had insomnia for three days straight, if I can’t wait until tonight for the group photo of Little Chezi and his hero, I’ll have insomnia again.’

In the end, Wenyan satisfied the netizens’ wishes and released the group photo of her and Wang Che from that day.

In the photo, Wang Che’s eyes were red from crying, and he looked as if he was falling apart.

Wenyan had one hand on his shoulder, and her gaze at him shimmered with flecks of light, like a mix of pity and comfort.

Wang Che @Wenyan: This one is okay. Wait, if it’s our group selfie, how come I didn’t notice at all when you took it with your phone?

’Hahaha, Little Chezi, surely you were just too heartbroken then.’

Wang Che @Netizens: That can’t be, I mean, I was heartbroken, but I wasn’t blind.