Chapter 130 The Controlling Actor 12 (2/2)

"Xiaomi isn't...she's just..."

Zhang Mingzhe wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand and struggled to stand up to argue for his goddess.

"Just what?"

"Just using you to suppress competitors? Just instigating you to provoke people you shouldn't have?"

The father, Zhang Zhenguo, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, his voice turning cold.

Lin Wanru, the mother, handed over a tablet computer with trembling hands: "A-Zhe, look for yourself!"

An interview video of Lu Xiaomi is playing on the screen.

"Boyfriend? No... As a public figure, if I were in a relationship, I would definitely tell you."

"But I'm sure I have no shortage of suitors around me..."

She had exquisite makeup and covered her mouth with a light laugh as she looked at the camera.

"This is edited! Besides, Xiaomi is just creating a persona for the public."

Zhang Mingzhe abruptly shut down the video, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Enough!"

The old man slammed his cane on the coffee table, shattering the priceless Ming Dynasty purple clay teapot, with shards flying to Zhang Mingzhe's feet.

I'm giving you two choices now—

"Either break off all ties with that woman immediately, or get out of the Zhang family!"

The old man took a deep breath and gave Zhang Mingzhe his final choice.

"Brother, you don't really think that Lu Xiaomi would be interested in you, do you?"

My cousin Zhang Yueyue suddenly chuckled.

Zhang Mingzhe's face was grim. He recalled Lu Xiaomi crying in his arms last night, saying that she only loved him.

Is he really going to give up the woman he loves in order to inherit the Zhang family business?

"I'll give you three days to think it over."

"If you choose that woman, your entertainment company is yours, but the rest... don't even think about it."

The old man sat back wearily in his armchair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

If the Zhang family didn't only have this one grandson, and if the second son's family hadn't produced a disappointing daughter, why would he have to put up with this idiot?!

"Mingzhe, you'd better think this through. If you continue to get entangled with that minor celebrity, the old man might have to consider changing his successor."

Second Uncle Zhang Zhenbang slowly added insult to injury.

If Yueyue from their family weren't so useless, the Zhang family could actually have made her the heir.

"It's all because we spoiled him too much..."

As Zhang Mingzhe staggered out of the study, he heard his mother's suppressed sobs behind him, followed by his father's heavy sigh.

The night wind carried away the smell of blood from the wound on his forehead.

Zhang Mingzhe sat in his sports car but did not start the engine immediately.

He stared at Lu Xiaomi's smiling face on his phone screen. It was a photo of them at sunset in the Maldives. She was leaning on his shoulder, her smile as sweet as an angel's.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he dialed that familiar number.

The call was answered quickly, and Lu Xiaomi's sweet voice came through: "Brother Mingzhe~"

This call made Zhang Mingzhe squint. A drop of blood slid from the wound and landed on the phone screen, blurring Lu Xiaomi's bright smile.

Zhang Mingzhe slowly closed his eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhaustion.

He only has three days to decide whether to choose the woman he loves or give up on the relationship.