"Jiang Lingxi?" Yun Ping wiped the loose powder off her hand, apologized to the woman sitting in front of the makeup mirror, and took the phone handed to her by her assistant. "It’s rare to receive a call from you."
The call was initially picked up by Yun Ping’s assistant. Knowing that Yun Ping was busy, Jiang Lingxi didn’t plan to waste time on small talk. "I have something important."
"I figured you wouldn’t contact me at this time unless it was important."
If she remembered correctly, "Yuan Zhao: The Empress" hadn’t finished filming yet.
Moreover, Jiang Lingxi was different from others.
Other people, even if they knew she didn’t like socializing, would still send a message on holidays if they got her private contact information. But this girl, she’d never seen such messages from her even once.
This sudden call made her set aside the VIP guest she was halfway through doing makeup for and choose to take the call personally.
It was certain Jiang Lingxi wouldn’t call for no reason.
"Is Yun Chan your sister?"
Yun Ping was taken aback, then quickly thought of something, frowned, and didn’t deny it. "Yes, Yun Chan is my biological sister. But we’ve never publicly spoken about this relationship, and we don’t look alike. How did you... Wait, did Wei Xiao tell you?"
"Yeah, I couldn’t reach Yun Chan, so I went to Director Wei. He told me."
"Go ahead, what’s it about?"
"Do you have a nephew?"
Yun Ping, who thought she’d hear Jiang Lingxi trying to use her to connect with her sister, said, "...Nephew?"
"Yes, or let me ask differently, does Yun Chan have a son?"
After she said this, there was a prolonged silence on the other end.
So long that Jiang Lingxi, seeing the call still hadn’t disconnected, became even more certain of her speculation.
If there wasn’t, it would be easy to deny outright. Silence suggested there was indeed a secret.
After a while, Yun Ping finally spoke, "My sister does have a child, but they don’t get along well and rarely keep in touch. They haven’t seen each other in years. But how did you find out about this?"
"I’ll send you a photo in a bit. I suspect the person in the photo is your nephew."
If it were anyone else saying this, she would have hung up immediately.
Given her sister and her nephew’s eagerness to never speak with each other again every time they met, trying to get close to her sister through her nephew was a mistake.
But now the person on the other end was Jiang Lingxi...
She hesitated for two seconds, eventually saying okay, "Send me the photo then."
It took several minutes to send the photo, and just as Yun Ping’s patience was about to run out, she finally managed to open the obviously hastily taken picture. Check latest chapters at novel(ꜰ)ire.net
After seeing the appearance of the person in the photo, and noticing the bandage wrapped around their head, Yun Ping suddenly stood up, startling everyone else in the VIP room.
"It’s fine, carry on with what you’re doing," she said, turning to walk out as she redialed the number she had just hung up on.
Jiang Lingxi saw Yun Ping’s call return, exchanged a glance with Lu Zhengzheng and Changning, and answered.
Before she could speak, Yun Ping on the other end said anxiously, "Xiaoxi, Ning Ning’s head..."
"My nephew, the one in the photo you sent me. His head is injured?"
"I’m currently filming here in Liangchuan and found him on the Gobi Desert. He had head injuries at the time and is currently in a state of amnesia, but otherwise alright. We traced it back to Yun Chan through some clues and called you to verify."
"Thank you, Xiaoxi." Yun Ping breathed a sigh of relief, "I’ll call my sister now. She should be near you, I’ll have her get there quickly."
Even though the two of them couldn’t stand each other, that was based on knowing each other was alive and well.
Now that the nephew was so gravely injured and had amnesia, she didn’t believe her sister wouldn’t be worried.
Jiang Lingxi didn’t bother asking why Yun Chan was nearby, knowing Yun Ping was in a rush to make the call, she simply hung up.
"Ning Ning?" Lu Zhengzheng looked at Changning, then at the little nuisance sitting quietly on the floor in a photographic pose, "This one’s also called Ning Ning. Wait, does this guy always cling to you because your names share ’Ning’? Even amnesiac, it feels familiar."
In the end, is it just because of the name?
Jiang Lingxi clapped her hands to draw their attention, "Currently, we can confirm, this little Ning Ning is no doubt Yun Chan’s son. Next, we just wait for them to take him back and we’re done."
"I’ll go tell Director Wei. He’s watching the developments too."
Over ten minutes later.
Wei Xiao, who just found out the young man Jiang Lingxi picked up is indeed Yun Chan’s son: "...I need to take a moment!"
After half a minute, "Wait, you said Yun Chan is personally coming to pick him up?"
Jiang Lingxi nodded, "That’s what Yun Ping said on the phone. She said Yun Chan isn’t far from here."
"Not far, huh," Wei Xiao rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes, "It seems the rumors I heard some time ago were true."
"It doesn’t matter now that I tell you," after all, the person involved would be here soon, "I heard that this year’s Yundan Autumn/Winter fashion show will be held here in Liangchuan. I thought it was a rumor at the time. If Yun Chan is also in Liangchuan, then it appears to be true."
It seems despite the bad relationship, mother and son really do share some interests.
They both like coming to the desert.
Knowing Yun Chan would arrive soon, neither Jiang Lingxi nor Wei Xiao expected her to come so quickly.
The sun had just set, and everyone was preparing for dinner.
Xu Zhao hurried over, saying two cars had arrived outside.
Jiang Lingxi and Wei Xiao, who were just about to get food with lunch boxes and chopsticks, exchanged a look.
Well, no eating for now, time to meet the guests.
They went outside and saw two cars parked there, one was an off-road vehicle, the other seemed to be a medical vehicle.
Standing next to the off-road vehicle was a woman with a strong presence, wearing a long trench coat and sunglasses. A man in a suit and a woman with gold-rimmed glasses stood behind her.
Jiang Lingxi had only seen photos of Yun Chan shown to her by Lu Zhengzheng. Although she couldn’t see the whole face now, it didn’t prevent her from determining that the woman in the trench coat was Yun Chan.
After seeing each other, both parties moved forward a few steps.
"Hello, I’m Yun Chan."
"Hello, I’m Jiang Lingxi."
They briefly shook hands and let go.
After a brief self-introduction, Yun Chan impatiently asked, "Miss Jiang, may I ask where Xiao Yi is?"
Why was there another name?
"My son, Yun Yi, his nickname is Ning Ning. When he was little, he was very energetic, so I gave him this name."
"He should be having dinner with my assistant; Ms. Yun, please follow me."
Jiang Lingxi turned around to lead the way, and Yun Chan hurriedly kept pace.
Left behind from start to finish, Wei Xiao could only nod at the remaining two people as he quickly caught up.
"I heard from Pingping that the kid was also injured?"
"Yes, when I found him, he had a large bump on the back of his head. He couldn’t remember anything, and had nothing on him to prove his identity. After surgery, we once heard him call for his mom in his sleep. We speculated his mom might be a fashion designer. During the selection process, he corrected us saying his mom’s name was Yun Shan, Shan as in fan, and that’s when we thought of Ms. Yun. Luckily, we guessed right this time."
Yun Chan’s usually stern mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
"Yun Shan was my former name, now everyone calls me Yun Chan, second tone. Only he and Pingping call me that."