How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 415 The Most Disliked Actress's Mother in the Entertainment Industry (27)
"What?! Your words are so cheesy!"

Zhai Ling awkwardly pushed Zhu Wen's hand away, turning her head to hide her red, rabbit-like eyes.

Zhu Wen saw through her little tricks, but said nothing. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and began preparing breakfast.

Less than half a minute later, Zhai Ling came over:
"I'll help you out..."

Zhu Wenchao smiled at her:
"Okay."

He then openly directed Zhai Ling to do things.

Zhai Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of being angry about Zhu Wen's arrangement, she was actually enjoying it.

Zhu Wen watched her movements and found that Zhai Ling was surprisingly skilled at this kind of kitchen work.

Zhu Wen was puzzled. She thought that Zhai Ling had become famous early and always had an agent and assistant with her when she went out, so she probably never did any housework and shouldn't know anything about kitchen work.

Why does her skill look so natural, like she's done it a thousand times?
Zhu Wen was puzzled, so he asked the question.

Zhai Ling was diligently washing vegetables, and upon hearing this, she didn't even look up.

"I did it a lot when I was a child, so maybe it became muscle memory."

Zhu Wen paused for a moment:
"When you go to your uncle and aunt's house, will you also have to cook?"

Zhai Ling's attention wasn't on that, and she casually replied:

"I had to do chores at my grandparents' house too! But I was too young back then and always messed things up, so my grandparents would get angry and scold me, then tell me to go outside and play! Hehe! It didn't work at my uncle and aunt's house. When guests came, they didn't like me being in the living room. I was very perceptive! So I would pretend to go to the kitchen and slowly do some chores. After a while, I got the hang of it..."

After washing the vegetables, Zhai Ling's mind cleared up.

Wait, what did she just say?

Zhai Ling opened her mouth, her eyes filled with frustration:

"I...I just..."

She didn't want to say these things!
Zhu Wen's face tightened, and he remained silent for a long time.

Zhai Ling cautiously approached her:
"Are you angry?"

Zhu Wen glanced at her hands, which were clenched tightly around the hem of her clothes, and sighed:
"I'm angry because of the Zhai family, not because of you. What are you afraid of?"

Zhai Ling hadn't expected Zhu Wen to say that, and she stammered:

"I thought you would think I was stupid, that I didn't know how to fight back."

Because even she herself disliked herself.

During her teenage years, Zhai Ling had innocent and carefree fantasies. She would often imagine her mother pushing open the door, giving her uncle and aunt a good scolding, and then rescuing her from the tedious kitchen. She would then take her to live in a castle, wear princess dresses, and live happily every day without having to do anything.

But when she woke up, she was still faced with endless kitchen chores. Later, even housework naturally fell on her shoulders. Otherwise, what right did she have to stay at her relatives' house?

At first, she complained and felt indignant, but as time went on, she came to understand that her uncle and aunt were just relatives and had no obligation to adopt her.

Her presence was just an unnecessary nuisance to them, and nobody likes trouble.

But she had nowhere else to go but those places.

Therefore, she could only try to minimize her presence and do more work so as not to be disliked...

Seeing Zhai Ling's dejected expression, Zhu Wen made no comment on the Zhai family.

She simply patted Zhai Ling's head, comforting her:

"You did nothing wrong."

Zhai Ling nodded blankly.

Judging from her reaction, Zhu Wen knew that some things cannot be established in a day or two, or in a sentence or two.

"Would you like some chili oil added to the noodles?"

"……want."

ten minutes later.

Zhai Ling held the bowl of noodles, her mouth watering from the spiciness, and tears even came out of her eyes!

Zhu Wen looked at the tiny bit of chili oil floating in Zhai Ling's bowl with some shock, then looked at the red soup in his own bowl.

She began to have doubts about the chili oil:
“Is it that spicy?”

Zhai Ling sniffed and said stubbornly:
"It's not spicy." Her lips were red from the spiciness.

Zhu Wen wanted to cook her another bowl, but Zhai Ling firmly refused.

Zhai Ling grabbed a tissue and wiped away her tears:
"I used to be able to handle spicy food really well! The fried skewers covered in thick chili powder outside the school were my favorite! I just haven't had spicy food in a long time, so I can't handle it now... Wait, I'll be back from training soon!"

Zhai Ling's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was dealing with some kind of formidable adversary, not just a little bit of chili oil.

But Zhu Wen somewhat understood her thoughts.

Perhaps what Zhai Ling needs to rediscover is not only her ability to eat spicy food, but also the many joys she was forced to give up due to the company's abnormal demands.

So Zhu Wen didn't stop her anymore.

After finishing the bowl of noodles, Zhai Ling felt somewhat uneasy.

"I actually finished eating! I'm afraid I'll have to weigh myself tomorrow..."

Zhu Wen interrupted her directly:
"But you've lost weight these past few days, haven't you?"

Zhai Ling looked slightly bewildered:

"Yes, yes?"

Zhu Wen asked Zhai Ling to go up on the scale and take a look.

Zhai Ling remembered her weight before the accident down to two decimal places.

As for what happened after the incident... she never weighed herself again.

Take a look now.

really!

She was even lighter than when she was at her thinnest before the accident!

Zhai Ling was delighted by her habitual way of thinking:
"Could this be considered a blessing in disguise?"

Zhu Wen cruelly denied it:

"No, being too thin is no blessing. You should gain weight!"

Zhai Ling completely forgot her request to leave the entertainment industry, and bit her lip anxiously:
"But... how can I gain weight? I won't look good if I get fat!"

Zhu Wen didn't say anything vague like "You'll still look good even if you gain weight," but instead said:
"Then exercise! Haven't you noticed you've lost so much weight that you're losing clumps of hair?"

They'll probably also suffer from constipation, stomach pain, bad mood, and other ailments.

Zhai Ling opened her eyes wide:

"how do you know?"

She spoke with a hint of guilt.
“I wear hair extensions when I appear on TV shows and film movies, but when viewers ask, I always say that I’m naturally beautiful and have a lot of hair like my mother…”

In the persona that the company prepared for Zhai Ling, she was a carefree only child from a middle-class family, pampered by her parents and living a harmonious life.

Therefore, when Zhai Ling said things like "like her mother" during the show, she was not only lying, but the "mother" in her words was also a fictional mother, not Zhu Wen.

Zhai Ling knew that Zhu Wen had been following her news, so Zhu Wen must have seen the parts about her faking her family.

Zhai Ling felt inexplicably guilty and ashamed, and kept glancing at Zhu Wen, thinking that she would be unhappy.

Zhu Wen then touched his hair:

"Is it true that I'm naturally beautiful?"

Zhai Ling's anxiety instantly dissipated, and she burst out laughing:

"what!"

Zhu Wen raised an eyebrow:

"Have you forgotten what I used to look like?"

Zhai Ling then asked out of curiosity.

Zhu Wen just smiled mysteriously.