Chapter 42.1: Puppy Shang, You Brought This On Yourself (1)

Shang Jing steadied himself by wrapping his arms around He Jiang’s neck tightly. As He Jiang made his way up the stairs, their bodies rubbed together. Shang Jing, who was not used to this type of intimate act, blushed.

“Alright, alright! You’ve proven your point, you are the strongest!”

Before he knew it, they had already reached the third floor. He struggled out of He Jiang’s arms and chided, “How indecent! If you really have the guts, why don’t you fight him in the medical knowledge field?”

He Jiang: “You can look forward to that.”

The flexibility of a film emperor was not something one should underestimate.

A certain film emperor: I’ll take on the role of an Orthopedist in a movie and make sure I’m in a higher rank than that Xiao Zhou.

Shang Jing who was now sitting on the piano bench finally came to the realization, He Jiang was being jealous.

“You have so many scandals surrounding you. What makes you think you have the right to be jealous?”

He Jiang: “Are you referring to that host… What’s his name again?”

Shang Jing: “Sun Ning.”

He Jiang: “This motherfucker just posted an apology on his Weibo.”

As someone who debuted as an internet celebrity, it was not surprising Sun Ning would go to all lengths to gain clout, even if it meant lying about things. There was no point in lowering one’s standards to hold a grudge against someone like that.

It just so happened that Sun Ning’s contract as a host was expiring and He Jiang decided to recommend another junior to the production team. And it also just so happened that this matter triggered Sun Ning and he spared no time to post an apology video that very night. In the video, the host could be seen kneeling and apologising to He Jiang for lying about his relationship with him and telling his followers not to misunderstand.

Shang Jing: “That’s not the only scandal you were embroiled in.”

He opened his bookmarked tabs and read out the tabloid headlines loudly, “He Jiang engaged in intimate acts with the female lead on set, shared a fan.”

He Jiang: “The production team was being stingy. They only provided one fan unit on such a hot day.”

Shang Jing: “He Jiang chats happily with film empress during the award ceremony, a match made in heaven…”

He Jiang: “The media is full of rubbish. Her husband is a distant relative of mine.”

Shang Jing: “He Jiang taught our Nation’s Fairy to play PUBG, seventeen consecutive kills, double victory… Hmph!”

How could you teach someone else when you can’t even teach your own wife properly?! Jerk!

In actuality, Shang Jing could not care less about the tabloids he listed. After all, there was no lack of examples about the media making a mountain out of a molehill. Needless to mention there was a trend for authors of such news articles to publish explosive headlines to attract attention. More often than not, one would realise the couple in question were just normal colleagues after reading the full article.

But how could He Jiang teach someone else how to play PUBG?! And to think the other party’s skill level was already above his from the start?!

He Jiang: “It’s true something like that happened.”

Shang Jing’s eyes widened with shock. To vent his displeasure, he hammered the piano keys a few times.

He Jiang explained, “At that time, PUBG just released a new couple outfit and you were adamant on getting it. To do so, we had to invite 49 people to register an account and get them to play a match. You only invited 9 people and the remaining 40 people were invited by me.”

“Does that mean I can single out the culprit from your film sets?”

“Only seventeen kills. That says something about my lack of skills then.”

Shang Jing who has no recollection of the match: “Is that so?”

Not only did he not read the article in full, he had no way of telling whether He Jiang was speaking the truth or not, especially since he had lost his memories. Anyway, He Jiang’s reasons always sounded so convincing.

He Jiang’s scandals were countless and anyone could tell it was a far-cry from the spotless reputation he had three years ago. And that was only because his studio had given up on pursuing clout-chasers who kept within an acceptable boundary.

But never once did the paparazi photograph He Jiang in any real scandal. As such, the only thing they could do was to spice up the articles with explosive words.

He Jiang: “I’ll get Lin Lin to work on my publicity. Next time when you search my name with any search engine, the only associate you can find will be your name, is it ok?”

Shang Jing: “That won’t be necessary…”

It must cost a bomb to do that.

He Jiang: “It’s very necessary. Treat it as a gift from me to you. In return, shouldn’t you ask Uncle Bo not to invite Xiao Zhou to the gathering tomorrow?”

Shang Jing picked up his handphone. “Fine.”

In his peripheral vision, he saw Shang Jing’s eyes curl up into crescent shapes. It was obvious he had already started fantacizing about the truckloads of congratulatory money he would receive.

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As he looked on, an urge rose in him, causing his conscience to falter.

If Shang Jing still did not regain his memories by our wedding night, can I claim him too?