Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Chapter 120 Fake

"I did not lie to you."

I only remember telling the story, but I forgot how to make people believe it.

Huo Wang rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

“You didn’t tell me how you traveled through time, but you did tell me that you did. And there’s someone who can prove it.”

Although he disliked that person very much, Huo Wang still thought of him at this moment.

After all, they are the only two special people in this world.

They are so special that it seems like they share the same destiny.

"Who is it?"

Jiang Zhuhua wanted to see who could possibly cooperate in telling such an absurd lie.

"The villain from the original book traveled back to his childhood."

Huo Wang spoke very frankly.

"A book within a book."

Jiang Zhuhua leaned against the headboard, looking like he was watching her continue weaving her story.

"You're not wrong to say that." That seems to be the logic.

"Do you know about the grandfather paradox? It's not directly related, but it's somewhat related. If two identical people are born in the same world, do you think one of them might disappear?"

Jiang Zhuhua found it amusing and treated it as just a story.

"You said that person is Jiang Ji, my son. And the future villain. But he looks so innocent and naive. How does he look like a villain?"

Although he was reluctant to acknowledge this son, Jiang Zhuhua still planned to try to break through in this direction.

Although the story sounds exciting and dramatic, it gets a bit boring after a while.

"You'll see when you meet him in the future. He's just like a villain, no one is more like a villain than him."

Huo Wang still remembered how that person would pull out a dagger at the slightest provocation. Wasn't he a villain? Or even a lawless outlaw?

"Alright, then call him over to meet me."

Jiang Zhuhua seemed completely indifferent. Feeling a little dizzy, he lay back down.

I never imagined I would be working so hard to prove myself.

Huo Wang went out to contact Pei Hui, but couldn't get through after several calls. He wondered if something had happened.

He was the one who rescued people at the time, so logically he shouldn't have had much of a problem. Could it be that this matter at the company is related to him?

Or is it related to certain shady industries?

Huo Wang had no idea, so he could only make one phone call after another in an attempt to contact the other party, since he had no other way to do so except by phone.

This absurd idea almost made him laugh in this situation. They had only met once, and getting a phone call was already a blessing.

"Who?"

Most people start a phone call with "hello," but Pei Hui's first question when he receives a call is, "Who is this?"

"Huo Wang. Jiang Zhuhua has woken up, but he has amnesia."

Huo Wang recounted the events as briefly as possible and expressed his hope that the other party would come over.

"it is good."

Pei Hui looked at the little information he had found out and turned around in his chair.

The events were quite mysterious, and when Pei Hui sat beside the hospital bed, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

When he faced Jiang Zhuhua before, he always felt like he was facing an elder, because the other party gave him a very calm feeling, which brought him a strange sense of security, regardless of anything else.

It doesn't even have to do with romantic love.

But facing Jiang Zhuhua now, seeing the undisguised look in his eyes and the unbridled curiosity in him, he wished he could swallow all his words, let them rot before swallowing them down.

Pei Hui found it amusing that he could actually stutter. If his former subordinates knew, they would laugh themselves to death.

Thinking of this, his eyes involuntarily dimmed. He no longer had any subordinates; he himself had become a homeless dog.

Are these two people the same person?

Jiang Zhuhua treated Jiang Ji in the ward cubicle. The little boy had been worried for the past few days, but he finally felt at ease and fell asleep soon after.

"It doesn't look like it."

Jiang Zhuhua muttered to himself. One of them had a chubby face and looked like he had no guile, while the other was very tall but so thin he looked like he could fly.

They weren't very tall either. Once Huo Wang and Pei Hui stood a little closer, the difference in their height became apparent.

It's several centimeters shorter.

Perhaps because she is so thin, her first impression is that she is tall.

"What's the difference?"

Pei Hui placed the folder on the bedside table, crossed his legs, and poured himself a glass of water from the thermos on the bedside table.

"You're too thin."

Jiang Zhuhua spoke frankly, saying he really couldn't see any similarities between the two. Moreover, they gave off completely different vibes.

"He's just too fat."

Pei Hui corrected him.

"Alright. He told me a very fantastical story, and now it's your turn to tell it, right? Young man, please tell your story."

Jiang Zhuhua listened to the story with an attitude of simply listening, clearly not taking these matters to heart.

Pei Hui didn't care about these things. If it were in the past, he wouldn't have believed it at all if someone told him such a thing.

The story is told in a jumbled mess, with Pei Hui concealing some of the foolish things he did. Aside from that, he didn't hide much else.

After all, who would believe such a thing except the person involved?

"Did you rehearse your lines beforehand?"

The general outline of the story is roughly the same, only some details differ. Jiang Zhuhua still doesn't quite believe it, and even finds it inexplicable.

"Once you feel better, go out and take a look, and you'll know."

Pei Hui knew this would be the outcome. He turned and picked up the things on the table.

Did he tell you what happened?

When Pei Hui spoke about this matter, he made no attempt to hide it from others, openly displaying his suspicions.

He came today for a different purpose. He didn't know exactly how much Huo Wang liked Jiang Zhuhua. But he could tell just how much someone coveted another's wealth.

Especially now, in times of crisis, anyone with ulterior motives will easily give themselves away.

"I already said. Do I really own my own company? Don't lie to me."

What boyfriend? What child? We can put those aside for now. Jiang Zhuhua clearly showed a greater interest in money.

The expression on his face was impossible to hide; his eyes were bright and revealed his desire for money.

"Really. How much did he tell you?"

Pei Hui asked questions while looking at the messages, then took out a pen from the gap in the folder and started writing and drawing inside.

"What entertainment company and that restaurant? How strange, can these things coexist? Inviting actors to eat at their own restaurant."

Jiang Zhuhua wanted to scratch his head, but then he stopped because of his injury.

"It seems he's told you most of what he knows. Now I'll tell you something you don't know."

Pei Hui had already finished making the notes in his hand.

Huo Wang doesn't know a lot; some of the intricacies of a company are difficult to fully understand without personal involvement.