I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

Wang Huiye held Jiang Chuwei in her arms. Wang Huiye, who was 1 meters tall, straightened her body so that Jiang Chuwei could cry in her arms.

"Okay, Ertu, don't cry." Wang Huiye had never experienced anything like this before, and she was confused after hearing this.

What is this? The former uncle is a fake uncle, and the real uncle has passed away long ago?

Jiang Chuwei shouldn't be called Jiang Chuwei, but Chu Wei?

Was the woman that the old uncle cheated on with him hired by him?

Why don't you be so bloody?

He still had to hide it from his aunt and couldn't tell her that Jiang Chuwei already knew about it.

Hey, Wang Huiye has one head and two heads.

There is no way, the person Jiang Chuwei trusts the most is Wang Huiye. Whatever happens to her, she will complain to Wang Huiye.

This time Wang Huiye was really stumped. To forgive or not to forgive?

Forgive me, after all, Jiang Heng really indirectly killed Jiang Chuwei's biological father, and also allowed Jiang Chuwei to witness Jiang Heng's "cheating" when she was 15 years old, which affected her life trajectory.

Don't forgive me. If Jiang Heng hadn't married his aunt, Jiang Chuwei would not be in this world.

Forget it, Wang Huiye couldn't comfort Jiang Chuwei, so she could only hold her in her arms and let her cry.

After crying, Wang Huiye took Jiang Chuwei, who was wearing a mask, to the mall, washed her face and wiped her cheeks with a tissue.

"Okay, don't cry. What if there is still an illegitimate meal and I record it for you and say that you are trapped in love and cry back and forth in broad daylight?"

Jiang Chuwei originally wanted to cry, but she held it back.

"You know how to comfort people." Jiang Chuwei picked up a tissue and wiped his eyes, then took out the foundation from his bag to touch up his makeup.

"As expected of an idol." Wang Huiye praised.

Wang Huiye sent Jiang Chuwei home. Zhang Hongmei still went to play cards. Jiang Chuwei picked up the photo frame alone and looked at the photo behind the frame.

Indeed, Jiang Chuwei had long felt that he was different from Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng has single eyelids, a somewhat flat nose, not very neat teeth, and a bit of a chinless appearance. His height is pretty good, 175cm.

Jiang Chu has slightly double eyelids, a high nose bridge, a superior jawline, neat teeth, and is almost as tall as Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng's mother had read Sanyin before because the more he looked at Jiang Chuwei, the less he looked like a member of the old Jiang family. He secretly told others that Jiang Chuwei was a bastard.

Chu Jie in the photo is tall and handsome, with a high nose bridge, double eyelids, and a clean shaven beard. It can be seen from the photo that he is a sunny boy.

It's a pity that God is jealous of Yingcai, and his life is fixed at the age of 24.

Jiang Chuwei took the photo on his phone and then silently put the photo frame back.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Hongmei came back, smelling of cigarette smoke.

"I brought you pig head meat and flatbread."

"I don't like pig head meat!"

"Eat it or not! Your mother won 50 today and bought it specially for you, but you don't appreciate it!"

"Then you can win every day? You always lose hundreds or even thousands a month. How can we have so much money!"

Zhang Hongmei slapped the table and said angrily: "Aren't you a star anymore? Why can't I spend hundreds of yuan every month for entertainment?"

"Have you ever seen a star whose monthly salary does not exceed 2500? When my performance is not good, I can only earn . Every month you only ask me for money. Do you care about whether I can have enough to eat?" Jiang Chuwei was also angry. Yes, she confronted Zhang Hongmei.

"Your company includes food and accommodation! What else do you need to spend? Also, don't your fans often give you gifts? If you sell them, wouldn't you make money!" Zhang Hongmei's thinking is really surprising. Puzzling.

Jiang Chu sighed slightly, then locked the door of the room, leaving Zhang Hongmei to gossip outside.

Selling gifts from fans? Zhang Hongmei really dares to say that. Even if Jiang Chuwei had no money, he would not do such a thing. Selling gifts is equivalent to throwing away the love of fans. How can you prove that you cherish your fans? How can you have the nerve to say that you love everyone equally?

It seems that Zhang Hongmei must not let Zhang Hongmei know about the stock. If she knew it, I'm afraid she would have to take away the money in some other way.

Early the next morning, Jiang Chuwei pretended to go to the city with Wang Huiye and left home.

Jiang Heng took leave today, took a car and took Jiang Chuwei and Wang Huiye to Chu Jie's tomb.

The cemetery is in a village. Chu Jie's tomb is next to his parents' tomb.

Jiang Chuwei knelt on the ground with a plop and whispered: "Grandpa, grandma, dad, Chu Wei is late."

Jiang Heng also knelt on the ground. He even kowtowed several times: "Chu Jie, I'm sorry. Uncle and aunt, I'm sorry."

Wang Huiye could only stand aside awkwardly, holding the flowers bought by Jiang Chuwei in her hands.

Jiang Chuwei stood up, took the flowers, unpacked them, divided them into three, and presented them to the three of them respectively.

"I will come to see you often in the future." Jiang Chuwei bowed deeply, "I'm living a good life now, don't worry."

Wang Huiye patted Jiang Chuwei's back and said comfortingly: "Their spirits in heaven will definitely be very pleased."