I Suddenly Got a Rich Husband and a Child
Chapter 149 - 149 149 It Doesnt Look Like Plastic Surgery

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 It Doesn’t Look Like Plastic Surgery Chapter 149: Chapter 149 It Doesn’t Look Like Plastic Surgery Bai Yuxin frowned intensively, leaning closer to Ye Chuchu and holding her hand, she began to complain, “She has a bad temper and is pretty good at seducing people, really hard to like.”

“It can’t be, my sister shouldn’t be so…” Ye Chuchu hesitated, but it was clear the rest of her sentence wouldn’t be positive.

“Ms. Ye, do you think everyone is as kind as you? You weren’t here just now, so you didn’t see your sister throwing herself into Jiang Che’s arms. It was so disgusting to watch!” Guo Ting deliberately exaggerated the fact.

“Jiang Che is famously indifferent and aloof towards women, could he particularly dislike my sister because of it? No, I need to explain things to Jiang Che after the event launches. Also, everyone, for my sake, please don’t really make things hard for my sister. After all, we were born on the same day.” Ye Chuchu frowned again, playing the role of the kind-hearted elder sister.

“Ah! Your sister is really lucky!” Bai Yuxin sighed.

The event launch was starting in an hour.

Ye Weiwei and Sabrina were standing by the wall, accompanying the crew members.

The director of “Beautiful as a Painting” is Zhang Chi, a rather popular new generation director domestically known for his uplifting personality, always able to liven up the atmosphere during interviews.

So, the atmosphere at the venue started off pretty good.

But gradually, the atmosphere shifted slightly off balance. The reason lay with Ye Chuchu.

After discussing the plot, Ye Chuchu suddenly turned to look at Jiang Che, “Director Jiang Che, your style is really nice. I wish I could have the same stylist as you.”

“Sorry, this stylist is fully booked by me and isn’t available to others,” Jiang Che replied with his usual cold demeanor.

Normally, after such a response, female artists wouldn’t continue chatting with Jiang Che or even try to make further conversation. But today, Ye Chuchu, seemingly oblivious to Jiang Che’s nature, desperately tried to probe deeper.

“Ah, Director Jiang Che, don’t be like that. What are we if not friends? Let me borrow it. Do you have a specific reason not to lend it to me?” Ye Chuchu blinked playfully, seemingly joking with Jiang Che.

But Jiang Che knew that Ye Chuchu was deliberately drawing out Ye Weiwei.

Bringing up Ye Weiwei at the event launch surely had ulterior motives.

Jiang Che’s eyes were filled with disgust towards Ye Chuchu.

“Of course, this stylist looks just like you, Ms. Chuchu.” On the other side, waiting to create trouble, Guo Ting jumped in, deliberately looking towards Ye Weiwei.

Her reaction indeed sparked the reporters’ curiosity. The reporters followed Guo Ting’s gaze and turned around, catching sight of Ye Weiwei, who had the same facial features as Ye Chuchu.

“She looks so much like Ye Chuchu, maybe she’s a crazy fan who had plastic surgery,” a reporter asked his colleague.

The colleague shook his head, “She doesn’t look like she’s had surgery; her face looks natural, unlike women who’ve had surgery and can’t be seen without makeup.”

“What’s the situation then? Why does she look exactly like Ye Chuchu?”

Ye Weiwei was the subject of the reporters’ curiosity, and their discussions filled the auditorium.

Ye Chuchu was pleased to see them reacting this way. She lifted her skirt grandly and walked off the stage towards Ye Weiwei, maintaining her smile, “Don’t make wild guesses, guys. She’s not some girl who had plastic surgery, nor is she scheming. She’s my twin sister, Ye Weiwei.”

Upon hearing this, the reporters instantly became excited and directed all their cameras towards Ye Weiwei.

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