Son, “Mom” Will Back You

The smile on Mei Jiating froze on her when she opened up the door, stepped inside, and looked up.

There was a couch on the other side of the room and a man in casual shirt and pants with his head lowered looked up when he heard the noise.

Their eyes met.

The man did not look surprised at all. Next to the gold chain that waved in the air, his cold lips curved upward a little.

"… …"

Mei Jiating's hand froze on the door handle and she felt an inexplicable chill down her spine.

A dubious voice came from behind her at the same time. "Miss Mei?"

"… …"

Mei Jiating lowered her head and shuffled inside of the room.

Gu Nian followed her in and was also taken aback a little. "Mr. Luo Xiu, how come you are here? When… did you get here?"

She turned and looked behind herself.

The rest area located in the back of the dressing room and one must pass through the dressing room to get in here. She was sitting on the makeup chair the entire time and never saw Luo Xiu walking passed her.

Unless… …

"When you were napping on the chair. There were lots of people at the studio and it was very noisy. So I came here to hide out." Luo Xiu explained to her with a smile.

Uh.

She hoped she didn't drool when she slept. She didn't want her mighty image in her precious son's mind to be ruined just like that.

Gu Nian walked inside with a guilty conscience before another serious question occurred to her. Luo Xiu was the other party in what she was going to talk to Mei Jiating next. She did not intend for him to be a part of the conversation.

What should she do?

Luo Xiu had already put down the magazine in his hand and stood up from the couch. His neat pants were straight and he walked over to in front of Gu Nian. "You don't want me here for what you need to talk about next?"

Gu Nian hesitated a little and finally couldn't bring herself to "kick" her precious son out. She had no choice but to be frank with him. "What we are going to talk about have to do with Mr. Luo Xiu as well. You can stay if you like."

Luo Xiu acted like he was surprised. "What is it that you going to talk about?"

Gu Nian turned to look at Mei Jiating.

The woman had, at some point in time, scooted over next to the wall and stayed as far away from the couch as possible. Her head was lowered and she remained silent. She was very different from how she looked earlier when she was confident and chill.

Gu Nian didn't think much about it. She just assumed that Mei Jiating felt guilty about what she had done in front of both parties that were involved in the rumor.

Gu Nian sighed inwardly and her eyes drooped. "She was the one who started the rumor."

"What rumor?" asked Luo Xiu.

Gu Nian was taken aback.

She had no choice but turned and stood in between Luo Xiu and Mei Jiating after a few seconds and mouthed to Luo Xiu: [What we talked about before.]

Luo Xiu nodded. "Is that so?"

"… …"

Gu Nian looked at her precious son's indifferent reaction, feeling defeated…

How is it possible to have someone like her precious son who was pure and flawless and transparent like a little white flower in the entertainment circle? With his personality, when he became famed, he just might be bullied to death.

The more she thought about it, the more worried the old mother became.

Alright, if her precious son couldn't do it. She'd have to do it herself.

Gu Nian turned around and her look turned solemn. "Miss Mei, I trust that you know what I want to talk to you about."

Mei Jiating did not look too happy. Her hands twisted together and she said nothing.

Gu Nian walked over to her, "The rumor that you had started had spread throughout the entire production team in just a few short days. I have no idea how you were able to make it spread so fast…"

"I didn't." Mei Jiating quickly looked up to clarify. "I, I was just drunk that one night and it slipped out of me. I regretted about it immediately the next day! I'd take it back if only I could. Why would I help the rumor along more?"

"Fine. I will take your words for it for now. The damage had already been done and there is no point is discussing about the process."

"Then what is it that you want to talk to me about?"