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Hua Tingjue opened and closed his lips a few times, forcing a smile, "You...you are not kidding, right? I remember today is not April Fool's Day."

Jiang Wangshu stretched out his hand and handed the newspaper to him without saying a word, "You can read it yourself."

Hua Tingjue gently pulled it over, and the moment he lowered his head, the most eye-catching news headline came into view. It said in big bold black letters that he was lip-syncing, and... Xie Fangzhou's apology letter to everyone.

After carefully reading the report, Hua Tingjue's pupils trembled. He was so angry that he clenched his fingers, and his knuckles bulged. He suddenly raised his head and shouted hoarsely: "I didn't lip-sync! I really didn't! I swear!"

Seeing his reckless and impulsive look, Jiang Wangshu sighed secretly, poured him a glass of water, and asked, "Do you think we suspect you are lip-syncing?"

Hua Tingjue hung his head in dejection and stopped talking.

He still finds it hard to accept the news he saw. That warm and kind friend who had been with him for almost three years actually went to "expose" him?

"Why?" Hua Tingjue shook his head and murmured in a low voice. He really didn't understand.

Jiang Wangshu and Song Yian were both silent.

Because people's hearts are unpredictable.

……

When Ning Shuyu and the others came downstairs one by one, they also learned about the news. After understanding the whole story, they sat on the sofa in a circle with solemn faces. At this moment, it was as if a bucket of ice water fell from the sky, pouring cold water on them.

Ning Shuyu frowned, "How could this happen?"

But it seemed that no one had expected such a result. Yesterday's joy and excitement were gone, and what followed was a mess.

Wen Yanlin couldn't even believe it. "Fuck, this can't be something made up by the paparazzi? How can Jue Ge lip-sync? This doesn't make sense at all."

"Yeah." The irritable Zheng Tianlang also nodded.

"Then we should clarify this as soon as possible, right?" Ning Shuyu turned his head and looked at Jiang Wangshu and said.

Jiang Wangshu shook his head, "His throat is inflamed and he can't sing at all." Just now, Jiang Wangshu asked Yu Dong to find a doctor to come to the villa to check his throat. The doctor said that the inflammation was caused by excessive use of the throat.

Xie Fangzhou added ephedra and cassia twigs to Hua Tingjue's water day and night. It seemed to treat colds and enhance immunity, but in fact it would cause dry mouth over time, which was not good for the throat.

Moreover, he knew that Hua Tingjue took the competition very seriously and would persist to the end even if his voice was not sore, so what he was waiting for was that he would sing the last song with all his strength and then his vocal cords would become hoarse. In this way, he would not be able to clarify the lip-syncing incident in a short period of time.

By the time everyone has forgotten about it, the clarification at that time is no longer important. People will only remember the grand carnival when they were eating melons, and will not care whether the subsequent clarification is made. For the public, the excitement and joy brought by the gossip at that moment is enough to surpass everything.

Gossip is a carnival for a group of people, while clarification is the loneliness of the person involved.

The reason why Jiang Wangshu didn't go to the hospital was that she was worried that Hua Tingjue's medical report would leak out. If the outside world knew that his voice was damaged, wouldn't that be equivalent to confirming Xie Fangzhou's words - he took the risk of lip-syncing because his throat was uncomfortable before the game.

It has to be said that the situation carefully designed by Xie Fangzhou put them in a dilemma.

Wen Yanlin looked towards Hua Tingjue, his voice trembling: "No... no way?"

Hua Tingjue pursed his lips and nodded.

He heard from Jiang Wangshu that Xie Fangzhou must have set a trap for him, in order to prevent him from using his real singing skills to clear up the matter. Even if his voice was not as serious as last time, the probability of achieving the effect of the finals at this moment was almost zero.

After hearing his confirmation, everyone's faces became even uglier.

Zheng Tianlang had a scoundrel look on his face, rubbing his hands together, he couldn't sit still any longer, "Isn't it just Xie Fangzhou? Can't we just use our connections to deal with him? Why go through so much trouble?"

Each one is more useless than the other, and Jiang Wangshu is too lazy to pay attention to them.

It was Song Yian who stopped the impulsive childhood friend, "Tianlang." He grabbed Zheng Tianlang's sweater and said, "Calm down."

Zheng Tianlang refused to listen, shook off Song Yian's hand, and shouted, "Calm down! It's already this time and you're still acting like a coward. I'm going to kill that Xie Fangzhou right now! Why should we be afraid of him?"

Jiang Wangshu immediately scolded him: "Wait!"

Zheng Tianlang was extremely anxious. "Jiang Wangshu, what the hell are you waiting for? It's urgent! Don't you usually care so much about Jue Ge? Why did you fail at the critical moment?"

"Slacking off?" Jiang Wangshu sneered.

Her eyes were cold, as if they could see through everything. She stared straight at Zheng Tianlang and asked sternly, "Are you planning to rely on the family power behind you to forcefully confront us by going over now? Wouldn't that be exactly what they want, and just prove their accusation that we have a strong background and are bullying others by taking advantage of our power? You will only be impatiently giving them something to hold against us!"

"Others dug a hole, and you took the initiative to wait and jump in!"

Her voice was resounding, and Zheng Tianlang was choked by Jiang Wangshu's repeated attacks. He scratched his hair angrily and irritably, and sat down. "What should we do now? Just sit there and wait for others to throw dirty water on us?"

What should I do? Jiang Wangshu also wanted to ask.

This matter came suddenly and was difficult, and she really felt troubled.

If she really wants to rely on her backstage, she is obviously not up to the challenge of the big tree of Xingchen for the time being. It's not that she is like an ant trying to shake a big tree, but Xingchen is rooted in the United States, and the power she has cultivated here is like an egg hitting a stone.

Going back to the Hua family is even more impossible. He was kicked off the list the day Hua Tingjue planned to enter the entertainment industry. Besides, Hua Tingjue probably didn't want to do that in his heart.

Going back means compromise.

……

House seemingly endless rain.

The program crew called, and the ringtone rang among the six people.

"Who's calling?"

Hua Tingjue: "Chief Director of "Cosmic Star"."

"I'll answer it." Jiang Wangshu snatched the phone and just as he got through, the other party spoke anxiously: "Tingjue, how could you cause such a trouble? Deal with it quickly!"

Jiang Wangshu asked him coldly, "Didn't you know whether he lip-synced or not?"

Director He was stunned. "Who are you? Where is Hua Tingjue?"

"I'm his supervisor. Just tell me what you have to say."

Responsible person? Director He was stunned again, but soon came to his senses, "I don't care about these, you ask him to find a way to clarify as soon as possible, otherwise we will take back his championship."

Jiang Wangshu asked questions in a rapid-fire tone, "It seems that the lip-syncing is related to you, right? If he was lip-syncing, then are you considered accomplices? Also, there were so many people and cameras at the finals, you should have recorded whether he was lip-syncing or not, right?"

In terms of reaction speed, Jiang Wangshu was definitely not inferior to others. She probably guessed that Xie Fangzhou might have consulted with the production team.

Director He felt panicky.

"Director He, my suggestion is that we should work together to solve the problem." Instead of making himself anxious, it is better to tie everyone together, Jiang Wangshu threatened.

Hearing the word "cooperation", Director He hesitated and then said firmly: "Cooperation? Our reputation has been destroyed by him. If we don't clarify, we will be sued!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone neatly.

Such eagerness seemed to confirm her guess that there was something fishy going on.

……

Until the afternoon, there was no best solution, and they had to jump into one self-proving trap after another. Jiang Wangshu's phone kept ringing, and she had to take time and energy to deal with it.

It was Qin Zhao who called. His voice sounded a little hurried. "Boss, the investment bank has given us a proposal. I've sent it to your email."

Tianhua was preparing for an IPO, originally planned to be listed in 2001, but Jiang Wangshu moved up the time because her daughter was going to be born in about a year and a half, and her focus would definitely shift by then, and she would not be able to devote herself to work and study, so she decided to speed up the process.

A few days ago, she had stayed up for several nights to squeeze out time to come to the United States to watch the finals. She thought she could return home after the game, but she didn't expect that a sudden accident would catch her off guard.

Jiang Wangshu looked tired, "Well, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, she stayed on the balcony for a long time, as if nailed by an invisible force. She gently placed her hands on the cold railing, feeling the biting cold northwest wind blowing across her cheeks like a knife.

The sound of the wind echoed in her ears, she stared quietly into the distance, her eyes a little confused, her thoughts flying in her mind.

Jiang Wangshu let out a breath, as if he was sighing.

At the same time, a figure flashed faintly behind the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window.