Chapter 704

Her tactic was truly low and disgusting, but it was effective.

In such moments, many people often refrain from truly fighting due to face, just assuming the other person stood in the wrong spot unintentionally.

Zhu Pingxia was certain that Shen Li wouldn't dare to fight her for it on stage. Besides, the assistant had also said that even if someone discovered later that she had taken Shen Li's spot, she could easily say the assistant remembered wrong and push all the blame onto the assistant.

Zhu Pingxia's face showed increasingly unconcealable smugness, but she didn't expect that in the next second, a hand would suddenly reach out from the gap between her and Song Yuner, and with a slight force, pull Zhu Pingxia aside, making her move two steps.

Zhu Pingxia turned her head in shock, meeting Shen Li's face, which was still maintaining a smile, but the voice that reached her ears was somewhat cold: "Find your own spot."

Without waiting for Zhu Pingxia to react, Shen Li, relying on her slender figure, squeezed herself directly into the gap that wasn't spacious to begin with.

Song Yuner smiled, tilted her head to look at her, and whispered: "Well done!"

Shen Li continued to smile. If it were before, she definitely would have endured it and let it go.

But now, she would absolutely not wrong herself; this was what she had promised her sister!

The people on the left had no choice but to shift one after another. Zhu Pingxia was both ashamed and annoyed, the smile on her face changing from smug to awkward. She really hadn't expected Shen Li to actually dare to push her away!

This scene was naturally broadcast live as well. Shen Ci, holding her phone and seeing her younger sister's tough side with her own eyes, couldn't help but smile with relief.

Only in the next second did she realize there was still serious business; she had to get to the bottom of A-Li's matter.

At this time, Shen Jingjing was busy at the company, unaware of everything that had just happened.

The office door was knocked on, and Shen Jingjing looked up.

"Sister Jingjing."

The receptionist, Xiao Li, pushed the door open and entered, holding a bouquet of flowers: "Your flowers."

Shen Jingjing was surprised: "Who sent them?"

Xiao Li glanced at the card on top and replied: "Mr. Fei sent them."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingjing held her forehead, took a deep breath, and then nodded: "Put them on the table."

After Xiao Li put the flowers down, she retreated.

Shen Jingjing stared at the flowers for a moment, then picked up the phone on the table, preparing to make a call to Fei Yunzong to tell him not to do this kind of thing in the future.

But before the call could be dialed, a WeChat video call suddenly popped up.

It was the old lady at home!

Seeing this, Shen Jingjing hung up directly and then switched to calling back.

"Jingjing, why aren't you answering my video call?"

As soon as the call connected, the old lady's displeased voice came through.

Shen Jingjing used the same excuse as before: "The phone camera is broken, I haven't fixed it yet."

"Oh my, if the camera is broken, just change your phone. This is such a waste of time."

And Shen Jingjing was deliberately not answering the old lady's video calls. She didn't answer at home, and she certainly wouldn't answer at the company.

If the old lady found out she was living in a villa and running a company now, the trouble that would follow could be imagined.

For the sake of money, she could arrange a blind date with an old man for her; Shen Jingjing knew her mother best.

"Mom, do you have something to say? I'm at work here." Shen Jingjing asked.

The last time the two spoke was during the New Year. As a daughter, she still had to call her mother to wish her a Happy New Year and send a red envelope, but she didn't send much, just five cents, the same as previous years, with no changes.

"Work? What kind of work are you doing?"

"Cleaning."

"Cleaning?" The old lady exclaimed: "Oh my, why are you still doing cleaning? Isn't A-Li a big star now? Doesn't she give you the money she earns?"

Hearing this, Shen Jingjing's heart skipped a beat.

She had tried to hide it in every way, but as expected, she couldn't hide it; as A-Li became more and more famous, her exposure also became higher and higher.

Even though the old lady had never seen A-Li since she was a child, there were always people who could recognize her through the photos she had posted on her social media earlier.

Shen Jingjing said calmly: "What she gives me is what she gives me, but I can't just do nothing. Mom, do you have something to say or not? If not, I'm going to get back to work, I have a pile of things to do."

"I do have something." The old lady said hurriedly, and without hesitation or any embarrassment, she said bluntly: "Your younger brother wants to partner with someone to open a factory, take some money from your side."

Look at how she said that; she didn't even say "borrow," just "take some."

"What is he trying to stir up again?" Shen Jingjing said impatiently: "How many holes have you filled for him? Wasn't that supermarket doing pretty well before? Can't you just live a peaceful life?"

"Why are you saying all this? Can't your own biological brother talk to you?" The old lady protected her son and said with dissatisfaction: "The child you're raising now has made something of herself. I heard from Xiao Chao that stars nowadays can earn hundreds or thousands of dollars for filming one episode of a TV series. What's wrong with you giving your brother some?"

"Don't tell me you don't have any. You picked up a daughter and raised her for twenty years, pulling her up through all that hardship. If she earns money, who does she give it to if not you?"

Hearing this made Shen Jingjing feel a wave of irritation.

She immediately reminded her with displeasure: "Mom, I'll say it again, A-Li is my daughter, she is my biological child. From now on, whoever says another word about her being picked up by me, I'll get angry with them."

"Also, A-Li was raised by me, raised by me alone. It has nothing to do with you or my younger brother. Why should she give the money she earned to my brother?"

"Oh my, you've grown a temper, haven't you!" The old lady on the other end of the phone jumped high: "Don't tell me all this useless stuff. Now your brother needs money, just tell me if you're giving it or not!"

Shen Jingjing held her forehead and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Anger is anger, but she knew the old lady's temper. If she didn't give anything at all, she would definitely make a scene and turn everything upside down.

She wasn't afraid of anything else, only that A-Li's background would be exposed by the old lady.

For so many years, the reason she never took A-Li back to her hometown was because there were too many people and too many gossiping tongues, and she was afraid A-Li would find out the truth.

Because A-Li was indeed not born to her, but was someone she had picked up in a park on a cold autumn day in Shengang back then.

"How much does he need?" Shen Jingjing asked coldly.

The old lady, however, opened her mouth like a lion: "300!"

"How much?" Shen Jingjing was so angry she laughed: "Just tell him to go rob a bank!"

"Is 300 a lot? Can't a star earn that easily?"

"I said it, A-Li's money has nothing to do with you guys. What I'm giving him is my own money, just 50 yuan, take it or leave it!"

Upon hearing this, the old lady stretched out five fingers toward her younger son on the side and mouthed: "Fifty."

Seeing this, Shen Chengcheng shook his head repeatedly: "That's too little, Mom, eighty! Tell my sister eighty!"

"Eighty!" The old lady said immediately: "You give eighty, we'll find a way for the rest."

"Fifty, take it or leave it. If you don't want it, you get nothing. I'm hanging up."

"Sigh, sigh, sigh, we'll take it, we'll take it. Fifty is fine." The old lady was so angry her teeth itched: "You really have become distant after not coming back for so many years, even your brother you..."

Shen Jingjing couldn't be bothered to listen to the old lady's nonsense and interrupted her directly: "Tell Chengcheng to write me an IOU and take a photo of it for me. No IOU, no money."

The old lady choked: "You..."

Shen Jingjing had already hung up the phone directly.