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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“You need it urgently? Is it because you have secretly taken photos and invaded someone else’s privacy again?”

nHis tone made Qiao Lian extremely uncomfortable.

nPaparazzi are the natural enemies of artists, but he shouldn’t lump together all reporters like that.

nQiao Lian’s voice was stiff, “Not yours.”

nShen Liangchuan’s eyes became colder as he walked forward, not even sparing a glance at her. He spoke condescendingly, “Quit immediately!”

nQiao Lian panicked, “Why?”

n“I don’t want my child’s mother to be a scum who invades the privacy of others.”

nThe words slammed hard onto Qiao Lian’s heart as if it was a hammer.

nShe was stunned on the spot and watched Shen Liangchuan walk into the lounge as she clenched her fists tightly.

nHer thin body was trembling slightly as her lips suddenly curved into a bitter smile.

nIf she had had the choice, she wouldn’t have become a paparazzi. She had her own dreams, but she also had compelling reasons that deterred her from chasing them.

nQiao Lian took a deep breath and started walking. When she reached the door of the lounge, she heard the conversation inside.

nShen Liangchuan’s manager, Song Cheng, spoke with a tinge of urgency, “Brother Shen, your popularity is currently booming, you shouldn’t be involved in the sensitive topic of having a hidden marriage. Now, we are totally unable to respond. You see, if we confess to your marriage—”

n“No,” Shen Liangchuan’s words sounded determined. He wasn’t afraid of publicizing his marriage, but he didn’t want it to be with her, since it would constantly remind him of how ridiculous he had been eight years ago.

nSong Cheng agreed, nodding his head, “Yes, we can’t confess to it. If you did, there would be too many people who would quit being your fans. However, we can’t deny it either, as that would be lying! Now, we can only wait for the news to die down. Yet due to how influential you are, I can tell from previous experience that this will take some time! Aish, Brother Shen, what should we do?”

nShen Liangchuan replied plainly, “You are my manager, you should be the one worrying about it.”

nSong Cheng: …

nQiao Lian, who was standing outside the door, looked in. She saw Song Cheng, who was filled with anxiety, next to Shen Liangchuan who was relaxedly sitting on the sofa and reading his script.

nHe looked very serious. A ray of sunlight came in through the window and shone on him. He emitted an indescribable, attractive aura.

nQiao Lian’s heart rate slowed down.

nThe news was furiously bubbling online, but he was standing his ground steadily and seemed unaffected. It felt like he had a sense of undisturbable peace.

nThat calmness seemed infectious. It made Song Cheng calm down from his anxiety, and he walked relaxedly out of the lounge.

nQiao Lian took a look at Shen Liangchuan and, as she was standing outside with Song Cheng, she closed the door.

nQiao Lian looked down at her toes and suddenly spoke, “Hand the problem of the rumors over to me, I will settle it.”

nSong Cheng stared at her with confusion, “Ms. Qiao?”

nQiao Lian was smiling, “Let me find a way to settle down the news.”

nAll of a sudden, Song Cheng laughed, “Why does Ms. Qiao want to help Mr. Shen?”

nWhy did she want to help him?

nQiao Lian gave it a thought and found an excuse, “It is in order to have an excuse to ask Mr. Shen for help in the near future.”

nAfter helping him, it should be easier to negotiate with him, to allow her to continue her job as a reporter.

nShe must have thought of helping him because of that!

nSong Cheng thought so before he left to continue his job and Qiao Lian, who had nothing to do, loitered around the lounge. All of a sudden, her cell phone rang. She subconsciously picked it up, only to realize that it was Shen Liangchuan’s cell phone!

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