Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter
Chapter 164 - r 164: SugarChapter 164: Chapter 164: Sugar
The paternity test was the most convincing.
After that, Cheng Qingyun started to send a message to Cao Yuezhi, asking her not to expose the news of Gu Manxi’s pregnancy for the time being and to think of a way to get Gu Chu’s hair.
“Oh right, I still have to think of a way to continue pretending to be sick,” Cheng Qingyun muttered to herself. It was as if she did not know how crazy she was right now. Her mouth was mumbling and her hair was messy.
Doctor Li could not bear to see her like this. The sympathy, guilt, and love in his eyes grew stronger. He patiently advised her and left the ward with a heavy heart.
Little did he know that just as he left, the “crazy” Cheng Qingyun’s eyes suddenly became clear. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. There was no trace of bipolar disorder at all.
Her ability to pretend to be sick was so good that even the doctor was fooled.
She knew that this young and promising hospital director loved her, and she could do a lot with this love.
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In Hengdian film and television base, Gu Chu was going to stay here for three days.
She was going to watch Manxi and Jiang Cheng film, supervise Cao Yuezhi to make sure she didn’t cause trouble, and she still had to prepare for her ten-plus seconds of filming.
Finally, it was Gu Chu’s turn to film.
The makeup artist used her outstanding skills to turn Gu Chu from a clean little girl into a dirty and pitiful war orphan. She was wearing tattered clothes and holding a small wooden puppet with blood in her hands. Her hair was messy and her face was dirty.
She looked like a poor little beggar on the roadside.
Gu Manxi was indeed her mother. When she saw her child dressed like this, she could not help but laugh out loud. She took out her phone and took dozens of photos, sharing them with Zhao Yan and Lin Xiaozhou. After thinking about it, she also sent a photo to Song Chen.
Song Chen instantly replied on Wechat.
[ Song Chen ]: “My Daughter is so cute. Look at her little face. It’s as black as a preserved egg.”
[ Gu Manxi ]: “Are you free today?” He replied so quickly…
[ Song Chen ]: “I’m in a meeting.”
Gu Manxi was speechless. You’re in a meeting and you’re still using your phone?
[ Song Chen ] : “I just drank a sugar-free drink in the meeting room. Do you know why I drink sugar-free drinks?”
Gu Manxi frowned.
[ Gu Manxi ]: “Why?”
[ Song Chen ]: “Because you’re sweet enough.”
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She didn’t know what to say at that moment. She was just speechless.
After their reunion, Song Chen had become completely different from Gu Manxi’s impression of the domineering president. The noble, cold, arrogant, and cool aura on him slowly faded away, revealing… somebody with husky energy.
As long as Song Chen was free, he would run to Hengdian. Even if he couldn’t come, he would never forget to send his greetings on WeChat every day
[ Gu Manxi ]: “Chuchu has to film now. Later.”
[ Song Chen ]: “Okay, I sent someone to deliver the lychees yesterday. Remember not to eat too much. You don’t want to hurt your stomach.”
Hengdian was hot in the summer, so Song Chen sent Lu Shanhe and the entire production team a cart of fresh lychees.
He actually only wanted to give Gu Manxi the lychees, but if he went looking for her so explicitly, it would attract a lot of attention and criticism. Therefore, the “generous” Song Chen gave the entire production team the lychees just so that Gu Manxi could taste them.
Many staff members whispered in private. Who said that President Song and Director Lu’s relationship was like fire and water? Yesterday he delivered lychees, last week he gave watermelons, and the week before that he sent over cherries. You call this a “bad relationship”? They literally looked like they were in love!
“Cough cough– President Song, do you think this project can be approved?” In the office, the project director coughed slightly. Song Chen, who was addicted to his phone, finally came back to his senses.