Chapter 239: Chapter 239: The Feelings Have Evolved a Tiny Bit

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In the Rong Family, Jiang Meiqi was the one who doted on Rong Weiwei the most.

Rong Nanfeng was just average, always indifferent to Rong Weiwei. To him, Rong Weiwei was just an ‘outsider’ staying at the Rong Family’s, and giving her a meal was already generous enough.

A hundred million was no small sum. Given how little Rong Nanfeng cared for his own biological daughter, how could he be willing to invest so much money in Weiwei’s film?

Jiang Meiqi clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes brimming with frustration and anger. Looking at her, with a mocking expression, she spoke deliberately, “Because I promised him that I would acknowledge that illegitimate son he fathered outside as my own! This is what he’s been fussing with me for so long, isn’t it? He just wants that illegitimate son to have a legitimate status. Now that I’ve conceded, how could he possibly refuse my conditions?”

Old Madame Jiang looked as though she’d heard something astonishing, her eyes wide in disbelief as she said to her, “Are you insane? You’re going to acknowledge that bastard child? That child is already 8 years old, he already knows who his mother is. Even if you acknowledge him, that kind of undomesticated wolf cub will only grow up to bite people.”

Jiang Meiqi, irritated, looked up and said, “What else can I do, now that Wei is in a dilemma? If I don’t help her secure this film resource, am I supposed to just watch her become the laughingstock of others?”

“But you can’t possibly…”

She scoffed coldly, “Ha, you’re not unaware of what kind of person Rong Nanfeng is. Without making compromises, how could that man possibly invest such a large sum of money in Weiwei unconditionally!”

Old Madame Jiang was left speechless by her argument, but still felt vaguely that by doing this, she was akin to inviting the wolf into the house, and it would do her no good.

But just as Jiang Meiqi had said, Rong Yan wasn’t answering the phone; this was their only option.

As she remained silent, Jiang Meiqi’s gaze gradually grew firm. Clenching her hands, she looked resolute and said, “No matter what, I will not allow Weiwei to suffer! I can’t manage anything else!”

There was a profound silence in the mansion, but all of this had nothing to do with Rong Yan, far away at Dihor Garden.

Because she knew nothing yet, having just returned from the mountain.

Perhaps because the scenery at the mountain top was too beautiful, this birthday was too unforgettable. Even after returning home, she was still immersed in a good mood.

Once home, she took the lead in pouring a glass of water and found the medicine from its usual place in the room. She walked into the study and handed the medicine to the person who had already started working.

“There, take this.”

The huge projector in the study illuminated dozens of people in a meeting room, all with eyes wide open, waiting to start the meeting.

She was used to it by now, so she placed the water and the medicine together on the tall man’s desk, “Remember to take your medicine. I won’t disturb your work any further.”

After she spoke and put down the items, she turned to leave.

“Wait a minute.”

Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly seized, and she was pulled back. The noble-looking man casually covered the laptop’s camera, and his warm, thin lips landed on hers, grinding slowly, and it was several minutes before he released her. His mood clearly very good, he let go of her hand and said, “You can go.”

“Um, okay. I’m going out now.” Rong Yan, with her heart racing and her ears burning, didn’t dare to look into his eyes and, mumbling a few words, ran out as if something was chasing her.

After she closed the door to the study, she had barely stepped out when her phone ‘dinged’ with a sound. Rong Yan took out her phone, and a short video popped up.