C184 Lucky

Jiang Peiru, who was on the other end of the phone, was silent. What Qin Lang was doing now touched her deeply. In the past, she had faced all kinds of criticism and even paid the price. Even though there were still all kinds of discussions, she did not regret it.

Now, especially in show business, if a woman married a rich man, older than she was, she would be labeled a money grubber, just as she had been.

Her husband was indeed thirty years older than she was, and she had fallen in love with the man. She thought she had a father complex, because she had grown up dependent on her family. The man who had been her boss at first, who had taken care of her from time to time, had made her fall in love with him without hesitation. She had been afraid of gossip, too, but little by little he had come to understand that happiness was in his hands, and that she wanted to be with someone she liked, even if she had to give up her career.

In fact, the current Qin Lang was just like her in the past. There were some decisions that outsiders might not be able to understand, but only she knew whether they were right or wrong.

Her husband had been dead for many years, especially since she had inherited his fortune, and the world still cursed and did not understand her, but she did not regret her decision. Her husband was no longer with her, and she could not spend the rest of her life with him, but she did not regret it.

She was a woman who could have sold what her husband had left her and lived a comfortable life, but she could not bear to see the work he had worked so hard for go to waste in her hands. Her husband was dead, but she could let her husband's work go on, follow in his footsteps as if the man she loved were still with her.

As a woman, she simply loved her husband.

As for Qin Lang, although he was just a young boy who had yet to get married, he had the responsibility of a father to her.

"Peiru?" Qin Lang called out a few times on the phone before Jiang Peiru came back to her senses.

"Alright, have you earned enough money for the company in the past few years? You can work hard to make up for what you've lost, and the company won't turn its back on its artistes. It'll try to steer public opinion in a positive direction, but your reputation will be affected, and a lot of your work may have to be suspended. In fact, this is a good thing. I'm afraid there's something going on behind the scenes. I'm just waiting for you to come out and deny it. Then, I'll use your busy work as an excuse to fight you for custody of Yu. So take this opportunity to have a good rest, pick up the child often, and take him out on weekends to have fun. Don't let the police catch you red-handed. We'll talk about work after this matter is settled."

"Thank you, Peiru. I'm sorry I brought trouble to you and the company." Qin Lang was also quite helpless. Things were always difficult to take care of. He could protect Yu, but he brought trouble to the company.

"Don't talk to me about this anymore. With my relationship with your sister, I have long since treated Yu as my son. It's not because of anything else, but because of my relationship with your sister. It's because of the meals I freeloaded at your house when I was young. You love Yu so much, so no matter what I say, I can't let all your hard work over the years go to waste. Other people want to cut down your money tree, but I can't bear to do so. So don't think that you owe the company or me. You make a lot of money for the company when you're doing well, and it's only right that the company help you when you're in trouble. All in all, you have to remember that you have to withstand the storms in this circle. When you are in the limelight, you have to be respected by tens of thousands of people. When you are in a low point, you have to endure loneliness. " Jiang Peiru had once been in this industry as a singer. After becoming the owner of the Golden Year, she had seen many artists choose to quit at the lowest point, wasting their years of hard work. She knew that Qin Lang had a bright future ahead of him, and she did not want him to give up his bright future because of this matter.

"I understand, Peiru." Qin Lang was still extremely grateful to Jiang Peiru. It seemed that he would have to work hard to repay her in the future.

After ending the call with Jiang Peiru, Qin Lang looked at Qiao Lin helplessly, "It seems that I will have to rely on you for the rest of my life."

Qiao Lin looked nervous, "What's wrong? Is the company going to hide you?"

"That's not it, but I won't need to hide for a while. It's probably similar to hiding. The impact of this might cause me to be jobless for a long time."

"It's fine." Qiao Lin stepped forward and put his arm around Qin Lang's shoulder, "Dad Qiao Lin will take care of you and your son. This way, the two of us can go and pick up Yu together. He should be very happy."

Qin Lang nodded his head. This could be considered as a blessing in misfortune. At the very least, it minimized the damage inflicted on Yu. It was also a blessing that Qiao Lin did not leave him when he was at his lowest point.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he should put an end to this matter with Yan Ming.

Things went just as he had expected. Over the next few days, Qin Lang kept receiving calls from Xu Zhou to report the situation to him. Many of the endorsements in his hands wanted to stop working with him. Many of the movies and TV series that had not been scheduled to be shot yet were worried that his popularity would decline due to this incident and affect the viewership, so they decided to change their spokesperson.

Tens of millions of fans on Weibo had fallen by nearly a million in just a few days.

However, the comments about him online were not one-sided. On the day of the incident, the company reposted Qin Lang's Weibo, expressing their support for his responsible father.

Although the rumors about Qin Lang having a son and having an unmarried child had disillusioned many fans and caused them to lose fans, the image of a good father who valued his son had been established, and it did not cause his image to fall too much.

Some baby products such as baby powder and diapers even came to him to ask him to be their spokesperson.

Qiao Lin could only sigh as he looked at the trial products sent by the various brands that filled up half of the living room. A lean camel was still bigger than a horse. Qin Lang, who was at his lowest point, was doing better than many people in the showbiz industry.

After all, Qin Lang did not rely on the hidden rules of society like the rumors said. He did not rely on rich and powerful women to rise to the top. After all, he had the strength to back up his words. How could he be nailed to death in one go?

Qiao Lin took out a disposable diaper from the pile of things and waved it around Qin Lang's body, "What should we do with these things? You and I won't be able to use them, and some of them are no longer suitable for someone of Yu's age. We can't just leave them at home, right?"

Qin Lang sat down at the coffee table with his laptop in his arms, "In order to support my family and relieve the burden on Qiao Lin's father, I have decided to sell these things online."

Thus, a few days later, there was another piece of news on the internet: At the lowest point of his career, Qin Lang had started a microbusiness in order to support his family. He was selling trial products given to him by advertisers, and they were quite cheap.