After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 341: Life is Full of Variables

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Life is Full of Variables

Lin Kerou.

Fengya Media, Executive Vice President.

Jiang Chengcheng knew about Fengya Media — a prestigious entertainment media company in Imperial City.

The current hottest top-tier actress in the entertainment industry, Tang Xinqiao, belonged to Fengya Media, and she was famously known as Fengya’s leading lady.

Since last year, web series and short videos had become extremely popular, and Fengya Media’s subsidiaries, Lan Mei Film and Television as well as Lanmei Live, had risen to prominence.

Jiang Chengcheng had the Lanmei app downloaded on her phone and, occasionally when she was bored, she would scroll through short videos, looking at makeup tutorials and outfit ideas.

But she couldn’t figure out why the Executive Vice President of Fengya Media had come to find her.

"Hello, Mr. Lin..."

No longer guarded as moments before, Jiang Chengcheng nervously asked, "What brings you to me?"

"Apologies, this might seem a bit abrupt..."

Lin Kerou smiled and said, "At first, I came here to take a stroll around my alma mater, to see if anything had changed over the years. Coincidentally, I received a call from the company. My subordinates reported that we’ve been preparing several advertisements lately and wanted to find some fresh and pure-looking models from the universities. So, I thought I’d try my luck near the girls’ dormitory building — after all, Imperial University is known for its beautiful women."

"Just as I was about to leave, I happened to run into you..."

Lin Kerou looked at Jiang Chengcheng and said, "So, I wanted to ask, rather audaciously — Chengcheng, would you be interested in modeling for an ad?"

Jiang Chengcheng was momentarily stunned.

A project requiring models for advertisements.

Just ready to leave, and then bumping into her.

Her heart fluttered with quiet joy, but she didn’t want Lin Kerou to notice her growing interest. Forcing herself to remain composed, Jiang Chengcheng replied, "But I’m not in that field at all. I study jewelry design. If Mr. Lin wants models, why not go visit the nearby performance academy; over there..."

"Chengcheng, you should have confidence in your own appearance and demeanor!"

In a gentle tone, grace radiating from her, Lin Kerou smiled and said, "You can think about it. If you’re truly not interested, that’s totally fine. But if you’re open to it, feel free to contact me, alright?"

There was no sense of offense taken despite the interruption. Jiang Chengcheng stared blankly at the retreating figure of Lin Kerou. Inside, a voice was shouting excitedly.

Say yes!

Jiang Chengcheng, just say yes!!!

Forcing herself to remain calm, Jiang Chengcheng turned and walked toward the dormitory building.

She completely forgot to ask how someone as high-ranking as Lin Kerou in a major company would even know her name.

Her frail silhouette was quick-paced, betraying urgency.

Not far away, Lin Kerou couldn’t help but squint slightly.

Ye Li had just broken off an engagement with Zhou Hecchen, and now immediately latched onto Fu Yanci.

Meanwhile, Zhou Hecchen, recently dumped, had seamlessly transitioned to being connected with this Jiang Chengcheng.

Originally, she thought it was just a usual case of a sleezy man showing his true colors. But after watching that silhouette and remembering the moment Jiang Chengcheng turned her head when Lin Kerou called her, Lin Kerou felt like she might understand the reason now.

There was no denying it — the resemblance was striking!

Watching the figure disappear around the corner, a bold idea came to Lin Kerou’s mind.

Although there were many variables, life itself was full of them. If you don’t try, how would you ever know?

A playful smile appeared at the corner of her lips. Lin Kerou pulled out her phone and made a call.

She thought Jiang Chengcheng might take a long time to decide, but not even a day had passed when she received her call.

When she heard the timid voice on the other end of the line saying, "Hello Mr. Lin, this is Jiang Chengcheng," Lin Kerou, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window at the sunny spring day, felt a surge of pleasantness.

Now she understood why men enjoyed fishing so much!

There was indeed a thrill when the fish took the bait.

"Alright, when you have time, go to Fengya Media’s advertisement department and look for Director Wang. He’ll make the arrangements!"

Lin Kerou’s voice was warm on the line. "Chengcheng, good luck! I have high hopes for you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! I’ll work hard, for sure!"

Ending the call, Lin Kerou grabbed her car keys and headed out.

At dusk, the parking lot outside a private kindergarten was bustling despite its exclusivity.

The parking area resembled a luxury car expo.

At the kindergarten gates stood teachers promoting programming, robotics, and various extracurricular classes; alongside them was an elderly man selling trendy balloons.

"Ma’am, would you like to buy a balloon?"

"No, thank you!"

Lin Kerou politely declined and stood beside the old man.

The crowd thinned, and cars left one after another.

Lin Kerou started to grow anxious.

It wasn’t until she spotted the diligently waiting old butler by the entrance that she could finally relax.

Inside the gates and out, the number of people dwindled. Young uniformed security guards paced back and forth, their gazes alert.

Looking further in, Lin Kerou spotted Xiao Bao.

After last week’s incident, the kindergarten seemed to be taking special care of Xiao Bao. Every day, Teacher Tingting would personally hand him off to the butler before leaving.

Today was no different.

Watching the little guy glance backward repeatedly, Lin Kerou’s lips curved into a smile.

She watched the Fu Family car leave the parking lot before finally returning to her own vehicle.

As the car drove further away, Xiao Bao furrowed his brows, puzzled.

It was impossible to remember how many times now.

Even after the car left the kindergarten, he couldn’t shake the feeling.

It was as if someone was watching him warmly from behind.

But every time he turned to look, the surroundings were orderly yet noisy, filled only with parents eagerly picking up their children.

There was no one watching him.

Another Friday rolled around, and the last class was an art session.

Usually, when the teacher introduced a topic, sparking ideas within the children, Xiao Bao would already have an outline for his drawing in his mind.

But today, while the other kids picked up their brushes and began painting, Xiao Bao found himself still pondering.

Top-tier kindergarten teachers were highly professional and patient.

Especially given that this was Uncle Fu’s child.

Xiao Bao wasn’t in a hurry, so neither were the teachers.

Class ended, while other children enthusiastically dashed off to go home, Xiao Bao continued painting leisurely.

He could hear Teacher Tingting checking in on what was happening.

He could also hear the art teacher explaining he hadn’t finished yet and asking Teacher Tingting to inform the butler.

Without lifting his head, only his ears perked up as Xiao Bao calmly completed his drawing.

By the time he stepped out of the kindergarten, the surroundings had grown desolate.

Beside him was Teacher Tingting, gently holding his hand.

Outside the gate, his cheerful old butler waited for him.

Further away stood the balloon-selling grandfather as usual.

But today, beneath the colorful balloons, there was not just the old man but someone else as well.

Xiao Bao, I’m your mom!

Fu Muzhi, are you here to torment me?

He could see her smiling at him.

He could also see her eyes instantly redden as their gazes met.

Xiao Bao quickly averted his eyes.

Butler, let’s hurry — faster!

Not daring to glance back, as though someone was chasing him, Xiao Bao clung to the butler’s hand and rushed forward.

When the car pulled out, Xiao Bao turned his head cautiously to peer through the rear window.

She was still there watching him.

As if she’d known he’d turn back.

Fu Muzhi, why don’t you just drop dead?

Postpartum depression.

Xiao Bao, I’m your mom!

Countless dark and gray specks seemed to emerge from a distant black hole, rushing in and pounding against his little mind.

Xiao Bao’s gaze turned vacant as he sat back in his seat.