My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 238. Pretending to be innocent? Who doesn't know how rotten her private life is?

Chapter 238. Pretending to be innocent? Who doesn't know how rotten her private life is?

Walking down the street, Xiao Qingqing suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with longing: "Daddy, Le'er really wants a brother."

Tan Haoyu paused for a moment, then looked down at her: "Why?"

Xiao Qingqing said earnestly, "It's so boring playing with Xiaohua every day. I want an older brother to play with me."

Tan Haoyu had a sudden thought: perhaps it really was possible to adopt a child so he could grow up with Xiao Qingqing.

“Okay, Dad will consider it,” he said softly.

Little Qingqing shook her head: "Dad, actually Le'er wants a lot of brothers and sisters, but only needs one dad."

Tan Haoyu burst into laughter, amused by her: "You little rascal, you're so greedy."

Xiao Qingqing nodded seriously: "Because Le'er likes to play with a lot of friends."

That night, Tan Haoyu gently coaxed Xiao Qingqing to sleep. A faint sleep-inducing fragrance filled the room, and Xiao Qingqing's breathing gradually became steady.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his daughter's sleeping face, a hint of tenderness and determination flashing in his eyes.

"Le'er, Daddy will never let you get hurt again," he said softly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

His thoughts drifted back to three years ago, to that heart-wrenching night. The pain of losing Zhu Ziqing still haunted him.

"If only I had been more careful back then..." he murmured, a hint of regret in his eyes.

In the end, he made up his mind to send Xiao Qingqing to the kindergarten in Pengcheng Military Region.

"The military region's security measures are better than any elite kindergarten," he thought to himself. "I can't lose her again."

Looking at Qingqing's sleeping face, he couldn't help but softly call out, "Qingqing..."

As if he were missing another "Da Qingqing", a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

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As a world-class fashion event, the influence of this year's Beaute fashion show is self-evident.

For models and designers, this is not only a stage to showcase their talents, but also an excellent opportunity to enhance their status in the industry.

In the fashion industry, designers often hold a higher status than models.

The winners are highly regarded and become the focus of attention in the industry.

Zhang Mengmeng's life hasn't changed much because of winning the award. Her business is still managed by her father, Zhu Shigou, and she herself lives a comfortable and carefree life.

That day, Zhu Shigou walked into her studio with a hint of excitement on his face: "Mengmeng, I've gotten you an interview for a fashion program on Pengcheng TV."

Zhang Mengmeng looked up, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Dad, I don't want to be on TV. What's the point of this kind of interview?"

Zhu Shigou, however, insisted: "This is a good opportunity for you to gain exposure in Shenzhen. Besides, it's also a recognition of your award."

Zhang Mengmeng frowned, but seeing her father's expectant eyes, she finally nodded: "Okay, but if I'm not happy, I'll leave immediately."

Zhu Shigou smiled and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't make you uncomfortable."

The production team arranged a professional makeup artist for Zhang Mengmeng, and she was a little uncomfortable with the heavy makeup.

"Is this really okay?" she asked, looking at herself in the mirror with a hint of helplessness.

The makeup artist smiled and said, "This is for the TV effect. Don't worry, you look beautiful."

The program began, and the host warmly welcomed Zhang Mengmeng: "Welcome, Ms. Zhang Mengmeng! Congratulations on winning the Best Newcomer Award at the Beaute Fashion Show!"

Zhang Mengmeng smiled slightly: "Thank you, it's my honor."

The host quickly got to the point: "Ms. Zhang, what are your plans for your future work?"

Zhang Mengmeng answered earnestly, "I hope to open my own studio in Shenzhen and continue my design dreams."

However, the topic quickly shifted to personal feelings.

"Ms. Zhang, what are your expectations for your future partner?" the host asked with a smile.

Zhang Mengmeng paused for a moment, a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Well... I think fate is the most important thing."

The host persisted: "So, do you value a man's appearance or inner qualities more? And how important are talent and wealth?"

Zhang Mengmeng's expression darkened slightly, and her tone became cold: "I think fate is the most important thing; the other person's status and position are not important."

A hint of doubt flashed through her mind—although she said it that way, she knew that her background and career would still have some impact in reality.

Seeing Zhang Mengmeng's displeasure, the host reluctantly steered the conversation back to work: "So what are your thoughts on the future of fashion design?"

Zhang Mengmeng immediately became serious and began to talk about design issues, but the host was clearly not very interested and just nodded perfunctorily.

At the end of the program, Zhang Mengmeng politely stood up and said, "Thank you everyone."

The host responded coldly, "You're welcome." As soon as the camera was turned off, she left with a dark expression.

Zhang Mengmeng watched her retreating figure and smiled slightly: "What an unpleasant experience."

She then returned to the locker room alone.

Zhang Mengmeng was removing her makeup in the dressing room, her movements gentle and practiced. She had just come from an interview program, and her feelings were somewhat complicated.

There were a few staff members in the changing room, chatting quietly as they packed their things.

"Have you heard? Zhang Mengmeng is so arrogant. So what if she won a newcomer award? She wasn't cooperative at all during the interview," a staff member complained.

Another chimed in, "Yeah, still pretending to be innocent. Who doesn't know how awful her private life is?"

The third staff member chimed in, "Exactly, it's unbearable that someone like this is so famous."

Hearing these gossips, Zhang Mengmeng sighed inwardly.

She knew these words were said intentionally to her, with the aim of provoking her, making her angry, and thus creating rumors that she was being arrogant.

She shook her head helplessly and continued removing her makeup, thinking to herself, "If I don't cooperate with those boring gossip questions, I'm accused of being arrogant. This world is really unreasonable."

She worried that such rumors would hinder her future development, and secretly decided: "I will never participate in this kind of program again, and I will just focus on my own work."

Zhang Mengmeng removed her makeup, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave the dressing room.

She pushed open the door and was surprised to see a group of people surrounding a tall, handsome man as he walked towards the studio.

The crowd treated the man with utmost respect, making way for him and whispering among themselves, "President Tan is here..."

Zhang Mengmeng's gaze fell on the man, who was wearing a well-tailored suit and had a cold and domineering demeanor. It was Tan Haoyu.

Tan Haoyu's gaze inadvertently swept over Zhang Mengmeng, but he quickly looked away without lingering.

Zhang Mengmeng was slightly taken aback, then lowered her head, walked through the crowd, and continued walking out.