Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"It's just a joke. Let's eat. The child doesn't know anything. Don't be angry with her." Jiang Jiang scooped two spoonfuls of the meat soup from the minced meat and celery into the bowl, mixed it with the rice, and put it into her mouth in big mouthfuls.

It smelled so good, I couldn't resist.

Xiao Qingcheng added, "Mom is bad, auntie won't be angry with the Lun family."

"Hahaha, that's right." Gaolingzhihua agreed with a smile.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly. Kid, don't ask so many questions." Jiang Jiang scooped a spoonful of seafood porridge into Xiao Qingcheng's bowl, signaling Xiao Qingcheng to eat her fill.

"Hehe, Mom is so bad." She turned her head and asked You Tongjing to help her wipe her hands, "Uncle, your hands are dirty."

You Tongjing understood what she meant and took a wet towel to help her wipe her hands.

After dinner, the three of them cleaned up the table and left.

You Kaixi took Gaolingzhihua back to rest and prepare for the shooting task in the second half of the night.

You Tongjing went back to the company to work overtime.

Lu Fei, she is like a flower blooming on a high mountain, cold and proud.

However, after today's meal, she felt restless and no longer wanted to continue walking.

It turned out that the man she fell in love with at first sight was the uncle of Senior Yu Kaixi. She was so lucky today.

She met the man she had always wanted to meet.

I rejected Yu Kaixi's invitation to go for a walk and returned to the hotel on my own.

Calm down and carefully sort out the complex relationship between them.

There was a lot of talk on the Internet that Song Zhilan had adopted a daughter, but she always thought it was just nonsense.

Unexpectedly, I saw it with my own eyes today and it turned out to be true.

There is indeed a little girl in Senior Song’s home who calls her mother affectionately.

But what about those two men?

The children call them all uncle.

This really confused her. If they had no connection with each other, why would they gather at Senior Song Zhilan's house to have dinner together?

But if there really is a relationship, what kind of relationship would it be?

Are we just good friends?

According to reliable sources in the circle, the financial backer behind Senior Song Zhilan is Senior You Kaixi.

So, what about Yu Kaixi's uncle?

What kind of connection does he have with Senior Song Zhilan? Is he also one of the sponsors?

No, Senior Song Zhilan has already retired from the entertainment industry and no longer needs a sponsor.

My thoughts return to the starting point.

Countless questions flooded her mind, making her more confused.

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You Kaixi: Uncle, is the girl I brought today pretty? Is she prettier than Song Zhilan, that pretty vase?

You Tongjing: What do you want to say?

You Kaixi: Uncle, just tell me, is she pretty?

You Tongjing: I didn't pay much attention, what happened to her?

You Kaixi: Such a beautiful girl is more than a match for my uncle. Would you like to consider her?

You Tongjing: ...Did you eat too much salt? Today's food is not salty! Are you confused? Brat, do you want me to call two doctors to treat your brain?

You Kaixi: Tsk! My uncle really doesn’t understand romance!

A few minutes later, You Kaixi sent another message: Uncle, won’t you really consider it?

You Tongjing replied with a "get lost" and blocked him.

Yu Kaixi sat on the edge of the bed, water droplets from his shower sliding down his collarbone into his bathrobe. He stared at the exclamation mark on the screen in a daze, somewhat puzzled.

After thinking about it, he felt that his uncle might be shy and embarrassed to say it.

The assistant was helping him blow dry his hair and making coffee.

Ever since Miss Camellia was no longer around, none of the coffee he had been drinking lately had been to his taste.

But for the sake of work, he still drank it.

I often have stomach upset.

It must be because they didn't pay enough attention when making coffee for him.

He turned off the phone screen, picked up the script beside him, and started memorizing his lines.

He had a long list of lines to say in the second half of the night.