After the Fake Young Lady Stole Everything from Me, I Became the World's Sweetheart

Chapter 297: Chapter Two-Hundred and Ninety-Seven: Returning Home

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Lu Hui immediately perked up and stood up to leave. Yun Nan called out to her, “Lu Hui, I don’t want a tasteless feature where we follow the artistes around, filming their private lives. I want a high-quality documentary. The audience can doubt the artistes, but they have to be able to understand them through our film to the point of becoming them!”

“Got it, boss!” Lu Hui excitedly replied.

Yun Nan leaned back on her chair and gave a soft sigh. ‘Yun Entertainment won’t last long if they keep pandering to the public. Yun Liu’s too shortsighted, looking only for quick successes and instant benefits. She’ll probably lead Yun Entertainment to ruin sooner or later,’ she thought. ‘However, that’s Yun

Zhan@s Droblem: there’s nothing I can do!’

Yun Liu looked at the data report her assistant, Xiao Yun, gave her in delight. “This is great! This way, we can overpower Yun Nan!” Yun Liu excitedly said to Tan Ning.

Tan Ning frowned and hesitantly stated, “But I don’t think this method is sustainable or beneficial for the company in the long run.”

Yun Liu dismissively remarked, “I understand your concerns, but the best way for these newcomers to make a name for themselves is to increase their online traffic. We can attract more traffic and fans if we package them up as idols, and then we can cash in on the traffic. Isn’t that a faster way of making money than filming movies?”

Tan Ning remained silent. Yun Liu proudly commented, “Look, those big film and entertainment companies are all doing the same thing we are. Small-scale companies like ours can make a profit by following suit. We’ll have both fame and fortune! What’s not to like about it?”

Tan Ning gave her a perfunctory grunt of agreement and changed the topic. “Madam Liang’s event has been arranged. According to reliable sources, Liang Han will return to the family mansion to attend it. Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.”

“Don’t worry, Madam Liang is quite nice to me now. She likes me even more than my two aunts,” Yun Liu replied self-assuredly.

Tan Ning heaved a sigh of relief, thinking, ‘It’s best if Yun Liu can get close to the Liangs. Then, she won’t have to worry about getting online traffic and exposure anymore.’

Meanwhile, at the Liang Mansion, Madam Liang—Kong Zhen—was holding a thick stack of photos and carefully looking over and evaluating them with the head housekeeper, Auntie Gui. Liang Han strode in but turned around to walk out without hesitation when he saw those photos.

“Stop right there!” Kong Zhen yelled as she gestured for Auntie Gui to stop Liang Han.

Aunt Gui smilingly walked over to Liang Han, who was standing stock still.

“Young Master, you finally came home! Madam missed you so much!”

Straight away, Liang Han cupped Aunt Gui’s face and whined, “Only Mom missed me? You didn’t miss me, Auntie Gui? That really hurts. Since Auntie Gui doesn’t miss me, I’d better leave. I can see that I’m not wanted in this house!”

Tempered by her experience as the family’s housekeeper over the years, Auntie

Gui wasn’t at all susceptible to Liang Han’s little tricks. “Isn’t having the Madam miss you enough for you, Young Master?” she inquired. “Madam is going to be so heartbroken to hear that. I reckon she’ll be so sad that she can’t stay in this house anymore.”

Kong Zhen didn’t hesitate at all; she immediately slapped her thighs and howled, “Oh, dear Heavens, woe is me! Boo-hoo! My own son doesn’t care about me! What’s a mother to do?”

Liang Han facepalmed and rushed over to Kong Zhen. “Mom! My dear, sweet mom! Can we please stop acting? Your acting skills haven’t improved, but I see you’ve learned to rhyme your lines. I just got back; let me catch my breath, will you? Auntie Gui, can you get me something to drink? I’m dying of thirst!”

Kong Zhen reached out her hand and forcefully poked at Liang Han’s forehead.

“I might as well let you die of thirst, brat. You ungrateful thing, you!”

Liang Han accepted the abuse and replied, “Alright, okay, let me die of thirst. I’m a brat! I’m an ingrate; I fed my conscience to the dogs!”

Kong Zhen rolled her eyes at her son and harrumphed. Liang Han knew he couldn’t escape this and went with the flow. He sat on the chair beside his mother and watched Kong Zhen happily push the photos to him. She’d done this countless times before, and even her lines were the same as always: she enthusiastically said, “Take a look, son. These are a new batch of photos of girls that I’ve collected! ”

Liang Han wasn’t interested and uttered, “Mom! Can we change the topic?”

Kong Zhen agreed readily: “Alright, let’s talk about when you’ll give me a grandson.”

Liang Han covered his face with his hands. “Give me a break, Mom. If you keep on about this, I might just go and spend the rest of my life with Ye Kun.”

Kong Zhen froze for a moment before coming close to cautiously ask, “Son, is this you coming out?”

Liang Han looked at his mother in horror. Kong Zhen leaned back and said with some helplessness, regret, and sadness, “It’s fine if you want to come out of the closet. I can at least rest assured since your partner’s Ye Kun.. I just want to know, are you the catcher or the pitcher?”