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

The taxi drove back to Jiang Heng's house, and Jiang Heng invited the two sisters to sit in there for a while.

"No, I want to go home." Jiang Chuwei felt tired and declined Jiang Heng.

"Come up there." Wang Huiye advised. She always felt that Jiang Heng still had something to say.

In desperation, Jiang Chuwei followed him upstairs.

Opening the door, a scent of aroma wafted out.

A tall, sturdy man wearing an apron brought out a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork.

"Chu Wei, Huiye, hello. I'm Jiang Heng's colleague. My surname is Zhang. You can just call me Uncle Zhang! I heard that you two are coming over, so I took two classes off to cook lunch for you. Rice." The man put down the plate and quickly poured water for the two of them.

Jiang Chuwei looked at the big shirt on the balcony and suddenly understood something.

"Chu Wei, what a joke, Uncle Zhang is showing off a little hand in front of you. When your father and I went to the chef school to find your teacher, your teacher said that the fish-flavored shredded pork you made was the best in the class!"

"Lao Zhang!" Jiang Heng quickly stopped Lao Zhang and winked, "You remember it wrong."

Lao Zhang frowned: "Jiang Heng, haven't you told Chu Wei?"

"What did you say?" Jiang Chuwei asked curiously. She really didn't know that Jiang Heng had gone to see her teacher.

Jiang Heng was a little angry and signaled Lao Zhang to stop talking.

But Lao Zhang refused: "Your scholarship was actually given by your father. He asked the teacher to pretend it was a scholarship. He didn't want you and your mother to know."

"Dad, is it true?" Jiang Chuwei asked.

Jiang Heng nodded: "I owe you a lot, and I will try my best to compensate you in the future."

Jiang Chu closed her eyes slightly and shed a few tears. Wang Huiye pulled some tissues from the table and wiped her tears.

Jiang Chuwei turned on the faucet. Cry if you want.

Jiang Heng took out a bankbook from the closet in the house and handed it to Jiang Chuwei: "I have saved 8 yuan in the past few years. I originally thought about saving more to use it as a dowry for you when you get married. . Now think about it, you are now a star and need to buy some good clothes, so why not give them to you now."

"Dad, I'm not short of money..."

"Chu Wei, take it. Only if you hold it can your father be willing to buy new clothes. I haven't seen him buy new clothes in the past few years. He talks about saving money every day." Lao Zhang exposed Jiang. Constant money saving experience.

"Take it." Jiang Heng thrust the passbook into Jiang Chuwei's hand, "The password is your birthday."

"I don't expect you to forgive me, I just hope that if you perform on Father's Day next time, you can avoid being written malicious news." Jiang Heng said frankly, "I don't want this to be your fault." An obstacle. I don’t want you to have painful memories whenever you mention your father.”

"Ex-uncle..." Wang Huiye suddenly spoke, leaving Jiang Chu slightly stunned.

"Huiye, tell me."

"Chu Wei has been forced to accept, forced to accept birth, forced to accept your divorce from my aunt, forced to accept my aunt's decadence, forced to accept that you don't love her, forced to accept your mother's gossip , was forced to accept the fact that his biological father passed away..." Wang Huiye choked up.

"You are too selfish. Now that we have decided to let Chu Wei grow up happily until she is 18, no one is willing to persist until she is 18. I have seen her about to be depressed. How could she bear it when she was 15 years old? Ah!" Wang Huiye took Jiang Chuwei's arm, "Don't expect that Chu Wei can forgive you immediately."

Jiang Chuwei grabbed Wang Huiye's arm, and she said: "Dad, I have always been willing to call you dad because I recognize your kindness to me in the past 15 years. I take those things to heart. But there are some things that may be really difficult for me. It will be digested in a while. I will never forgive your mother. She called me a bastard and my mother a slutty woman. I will never see her again."

Jiang Chuwei picked up the chopsticks and pinched some fish-flavored shredded pork: "It's a bit salty, Uncle Zhang. My dad has high blood pressure."

"Oh, okay." Lao Zhang picked it up and took a bite. "I have a heavy mouth, so I'll put less salt next time."

"Take good care of my dad, please." Jiang Chuwei looked at Lao Zhang with an affirmative look.

Jiang Chuwei and Wang Huiye walked out with a bankbook in their hands.

"What's going on? What should I do with the 80,000 yuan?" Wang Huiye asked, "Pay me back?"

"Put it all in for stock trading." Jiang Chu pointed his finger at Wang Huiye's forehead, "I will repay the money I borrow from you when I say, never repay it early, otherwise the interest will be forfeited."

"Jiang Chuwei, Jiang Chuwei!" Wang Huiye realized something was wrong, "I should call you Chu Wei, you have such a dark heart!"

Jiang Chuwei was a little hesitant when Wang Huiye said this. Should he change his surname?

"You can call me whatever you want. My heart is the softest, my heart is soft."

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

To be honest, Jiang Chuwei didn't really want to change her name. She didn't change her name to "Zhang Chuwei" when Zhang Heng and Zhang Hongmei divorced. Close friends and fans often call her "Chu Wei" or "Wei Wei". She only calls her "Jiang Chuwei" in formal occasions such as self-introduction or foreign affairs.

Moreover, from the perspective of the brilliance of the name, Jiang Chuwei is more memorable and unique, and just calling him "Chu Wei" suddenly weakens the recognition.