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

Chapter 420 The Most Disliked Actress's Mother in the Entertainment Industry (32)
"Haha, you look like a drowned dog!"

"Serves her right! Who told her to lay a hand on our Yue Yu?"

"Which brave sister threw that? That's amazing, hahaha!"

"It's a pity there weren't any rotten eggs or vegetable leaves. For someone like Zhai Ling, it would be a waste to throw her into a milk tea shop!"

"That's right, putting food on her would be a waste, hehe!"

"Quick, take a picture! Take a picture! This is an absolutely amazing sight!"

"Wow, who was so quick? They've already uploaded the photos online!"

"I saw it! It's become a trending post!"

"It's trending on Weibo!"

"..."

Zhai Ling had never hated that her hearing was so acute, that she could clearly collect even the most malicious and gloating laughter.

She just wished she could hear nothing, to simply be deaf, so she would never know who was secretly cursing her behind her back, and could just be a purely happy fool...

Suffocation, so suffocating.

It's like falling into the deep sea, where the terrifying water pressure constantly squeezes out the meager amount of oxygen in your lungs.

Zhai Ling was like a thirsty fish, only able to barely breathe by opening her mouth.

However, her appearance, as seen by others, once again became a reason for ridicule.

Zhai Ling's eyes grew increasingly blank and desperate...

"Xiao Ling".

Zhai Ling felt like she was going crazy.

Otherwise, how could she have auditory hallucinations and hear her mother's voice?
"Xiao Ling!"

The sound grew louder and closer, growing louder as it approached.

Mom... Mom?
Zhai Ling turned around eagerly, as if she had grasped a lifeline.

In her gradually blurring vision, a figure appeared that was clearer than the world around her!
The woman exuded an imposing aura, and everyone automatically retreated wherever she went, but she didn't spare a single glance for her, focusing solely on Zhai Ling.

In an instant, the scene that Zhai Ling had fantasized about as a child became a reality—

Her mother really did overcome all obstacles to come to her, defeating all those who bullied her, and was going to take her to the castle to be a carefree little princess!

"Mother."

Zhai Ling murmured aloud, her eyes completely red.

She was like a wronged child, not daring to cry out loud, but just silently shedding tears.

Those nearby who saw Zhai Ling's aggrieved and broken expression while crying were inevitably touched.

When people feel wronged or sad, they can't help but call for their mother; this is almost a universal human trait.

At that moment, they also felt empathy for Zhai Ling and couldn't bear to see him suffer.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

Zhu Wen finally pushed through the crowd and was about to appear in front of Zhai Ling.

Just then, several young fans wearing Leyu support items jumped out and blocked Zhu Wen's way.

Their faces were full of youthful arrogance and haughtiness, and they pointed at Zhu Wen's nose and shouted:
"You're Zhai Ling's biological mother? Do you even know how to raise your own child?! Let me tell you! If you don't teach her, we'll teach her for you!"

Several brainless fans around him cheered along.

However, the other onlookers remained silent, not daring to utter a word.

Zhu Wen was thoroughly annoyed by the crowd; his brows and eyes were so gloomy they could drip water.
"Get out of my way."

Her words were deliberate and resounding.

Instead of the expected panic, anger, or breakdown, the young fans exchanged bewildered glances.

"you……"

"roll!"

Zhu Wen emphasized his words.

A heavy aura pressed down on the young fans like a mountain!

Where had these people ever faced the imposing aura of someone like Zhu Wen, who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood? The strictest people they had ever faced were the school's dean of students and their parents when they were angry.

When they came to their senses, their bodies had already automatically moved aside in a self-preservation instinct, and there was even a slight tremor.

Zhu Wen, too lazy to look at these people who had lost their minds because of their idol worship, walked straight up to Zhai Ling.

Only now did she begin to relax the emotions she had suppressed the entire journey.

"Are you okay?"

Zhu Wen lowered his voice and asked gently.

Zhai Ling forcefully suppressed the urge to cry and nodded with a wronged expression:

"Yes, I'm fine, Mom."

Just moments ago, she was eager to tell Zhu Wen all her grievances and sorrows.

But now, Zhai Ling subconsciously didn't want Zhu Wen to worry too much, so she pretended that she was fine.

But could Zhu Wen, as a mother, not tell whether Zhai Ling was alright or not?

"Cry if you want to."

Zhu Wen made no attempt to hide the sticky milk tea on Zhai Ling's body, and even helped wipe it off with his hands.

But she only has two hands, how can she clean up the stains of a whole cup of milk tea?
Fortunately, Xie Ji arrived at that moment.

He saw the scene clearly from a distance, then immediately went to a nearby shop to borrow a pack of wet wipes and handed it to Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen glanced at him with some surprise.

I don't know if I was surprised by Xie Ji's prompt offer of a wet wipe, or surprised that Xie Ji would come to my side at this moment, considering there were at least a hundred people taking pictures and recording videos around us...

Zhu Wen himself didn't care.

What about Xie Ji?

Aren't you afraid of getting associated with them and ruining your reputation?

However, this thought only flashed through Zhu Wen's mind for a short while.

Soon, Zhu Wen was only focused on wiping Zhai Ling's hair and face with wet wipes.

Despite being surrounded by so many people, she showed no sign of panic or embarrassment.

Zhu Wen calmly wiped away Zhai Ling's disheveled state, then took off her coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Let's go."

Zhu Wen looked at Zhai Ling, who was clinging tightly to him, and whispered some words of advice.

"Hold your head high and stand tall, don't let others see your pathetic state!"

Zhai Ling trusted Zhu Wen so much that she unconsciously did as he said.

She tilted her head back, her red and fragile eyes after crying bearing a striking resemblance to Zhu Wen.

One was gentle yet resolute, the other brave and fearless.

Having learned from past mistakes, no one would be so foolish as to stand up and obstruct the way now.

...Oh no, there are still some people who are blind to reason.

Zhu Wen, leading Zhai Ling and followed by Xie Ji, was about to walk out of the crowd.

Le Yu, accompanied by bodyguards, suddenly appeared from some corner and stood in front of Zhu Wen.

"No! You can't leave!"

Le Yu was still holding the embarrassed female fan from earlier.

"Zhai Ling! You haven't apologized to my fan yet! You clearly bullied her just now!"

The female fan whispered in defense:
"Xiaoyu, actually Lingling, Zhai Ling, didn't bully me..."

Le Yu acted as if she couldn't hear, or perhaps she heard but chose not to believe it, and instead comforted the girl:
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Zhai Ling won't dare to do anything to you. She has to apologize to you!"

"Ah."

Zhu Wen laughed sarcastically.

Then, meeting Yue Yu's incredulous gaze, she slowly said:

"Miss, are you deaf?"