Chapter 37: A Large Pot Falls from the Sky

Once Jiang Jingru said those words, everyone looked at her with disdain. Had this person’s conscience been eaten by a dog? How could she say something like that?

Jiang Jingru had completely lost it, venting her emotions recklessly: “Yes, I did cheat on Lin Guangshan, but he always says he likes me, and throughout the whole year, he doesn’t even show his face once. He can’t provide me with any emotional support, and on top of that, he’s just a poor soldier—what can he offer me in life? Can he afford the clothes and bags I like? I want someone to be with me, I want a good life, is that wrong?”

“And you, Song Xilan, stop pretending here. You’re no better. You were the one who told this man about my visit to the gynecology department, so he used that excuse to force me to pay him back. You did it first, I did it later. What’s my mistake? Huh? What did I do wrong? It’s all of you pushing me! The whole world is pushing me! Damn it, I’m done! I’m going to die, I’m going to die, is that better?”

“Where’s the system, huh? What kind of ridiculous system is this? Come out here, let me go back, let me go back!”

Her words became increasingly incoherent, and everyone who heard her felt she had completely lost her mind!

The leader of the troupe looked grim. If a mental illness really breaks out in the troupe, how embarrassing would it be if it gets out?

They wanted to have her locked up, but they feared she might really harm herself. For a moment, no one knew what to do with her.

In Jiang Jingru’s mind, the system that had been playing dead suddenly spoke: “Mental state of the traveler detected to be on the brink of collapse, with risks of causing world chaos. Initiating extermination procedure.”

“Wait! I don’t want to die, help, please don’t kill me, I’ll do the task properly, give me another chance!” Jiang Jingru screamed, clutching her head with both hands.

Everyone thought she was just talking nonsense, but only Song Xilan seemed to be thinking deeply, as if being a time traveler wasn’t as easy as it seemed. Could there be something controlling her?

Jiang Jingru finally quieted down, collapsing to the floor, drenched in sweat, as though she had just been pulled out of the water.

Zheng Qiaoling had originally wanted to slap her twice to vent her anger, but seeing her like this, she didn’t feel like doing anything anymore.

Forget it, this person’s mental fortitude was too weak. She had just gone crazy like this. Thinking back to her earlier, sincere admiration, she considered it all wasted!

Jiang Chengxiao said: “Sorry, we just wanted to seek justice for ourselves and our comrades. We didn’t expect things to escalate like this. However, this lady’s thinking is indeed problematic. We hope your unit will deal with this properly. As cultural workers, they bear a larger social responsibility and should play a more positive guiding role.”

The troupe leader forced a bitter smile: “You’re right. We neglected the ideological education of our staff. We will handle Jiang Jingru’s mistakes seriously and carry out proper criticism and education.”

At that moment, Jiang Jingru suddenly wobbled and stood up, walking toward Yang Jingyu: “Leader, we made a mistake in our conduct, and to prevent it from spreading further, I request to marry Yang Jingyu.”

Because he was worried that the trouble caused by Zheng Qiaoling would implicate him, Yang Jingyu, who had come to observe the situation, was completely shocked.

A large pot had fallen from the sky!

“I didn’t, I didn’t…” How could he have anything to do with Jiang Jingru?

He didn’t even like Jiang Jingru! Don’t let her being a singer fool you, she’s just like him, from a rural background, with two younger brothers waiting for her to make money to build a house and get married!

If he married her, he would be dragged down for life.

Yang Jingyu, nervous, was the first to speak up, but it wasn’t his leader who he turned to—it was Song Xilan: “Xilan ,don’t listen to her…”

At this moment, Jiang Jingru tightly grabbed Yang Jingyu’s hand and spat out three words: “Xu Huiwen.”

Yang Jingyu was instantly struck dumb as if hit by a thunderbolt. He couldn’t say anything, and the leader’s face immediately darkened.

[Xu Huiwen? Isn’t that Yang Jingyu’s childhood friend? The single mother with a child?]

[I remember in the original plot, this childhood friend almost caused a relationship crisis between the male and female leads.]

[Spoiler alert, the childhood friend gets a terminal illness and, on her deathbed, asks the female lead to adopt her child, and the female lead does so, proving her generosity and kindness. The character was really just a tool to highlight the female lead’s virtues.]

[Wait, if that’s all, Yang Jingyu wouldn’t have such a reaction, and he definitely wouldn’t be risking his marriage over this. There’s definitely something we don’t know about.]

[I have a theory: Could the childhood friend’s child actually be Yang Jingyu’s?]

[That might not be it. After all, it’s still a matter of improper conduct between the sexes. Why doesn’t he just admit he has a relationship with Xu Huiwen instead of letting someone else take the blame?]

[Has anyone noticed the troupe leader’s expression? Does anyone remember what surname the childhood friend’s child has, and what surname the troupe leader has?]

[Is this a moral decay, or a distortion of humanity? What tragic love story has been written between the troupe leader, Yang Jingyu, and the childhood friend?]

With just those three words, Jiang Jingru had silenced the atmosphere, even making the air feel heavy and sticky. Only Song Xilan, with her doe-like eyes wide open, kept shifting her gaze between the troupe leader and Yang Jingyu’s faces.

Oh my god, the people in the barrage were so good at peeling back the layers. What kind of shocking revelation had Jiang Jingru stumbled upon?

At this point, the troupe leader, looking displeased, finally gave the order to dismiss them.

Song Xilan grabbed Zheng Qiaoling and, together with Jiang Chengxiao, left the troupe.

Zheng Qiaoling, still confused, asked, “Wasn’t that woman almost going crazy earlier? How did she suddenly seem fine again? And who is this Xu Huiwen she mentioned? Why did everyone act like they were stunned when her name came up? Oh my god, could her child really be Yang Jingyu’s? That’s so disgusting—when did they even get together?”

Song Xilan replied, “Forget about it. Those messy things won’t do you any good to know.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Luckily, you came to your senses early, turning back before you hung yourself on Yang Jingyu’s tree. In the future, don’t date anyone from the troupe—they’re too chaotic.”

Song Xilan nodded deeply, “Exactly, as the saying goes, ‘When the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked.'”

Just then, Jiang Chengxiao coldly remarked, “Don’t hang yourself on one tree, turning back is the shore?”