Chapter 357 Marrying as a wealthy wife (end)

Release time: 2025-04-10 02:51:41
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Floating ups and downs, ups and downs are the norm in life.

Jiang Muxue felt that if she disappeared, and people shook their heads or whispered when they mentioned Yao Shanhu’s name, and completely left the actress queen behind many years later, that would be a kind of sadness for Yao Shanhu.

She still believes in the saying that whenever she falls, she gets up from wherever she falls.

So, Jiang Muxue started as an extra and played supporting role and worked hard for two years.

It was not until the third year that a director was gradually willing to work with her.

However, at the beginning, they only met some supporting roles from the fifth and sixth women.

But Jiang Muxue never refused everyone and was devoted to playing her role well. Her rigorous and diligent attitude quickly made many directors and producers in the circle secretly appreciate it.

Jiang Muxue believes that time is the most thorough way to solve everything.

And she has verified this sentence again.

Five years later, Jiang Muxue successfully climbed to the front line.

Even after her third starring movie was released, the effect was better than that year.

A voice sounded in many people’s hearts, “The former actress queen is back!”

Moreover, Jiang Muxue shot her back and killed her very beautifully. From her, people can no longer see the shadow of vanity, materialism, and delicate and artificiality.

After the dew is washed away, the only thing left is truth and true colors.

It’s not long or short. In eight years, Jiang Muxue helped Yao Shanhu climb back to her position. More importantly, she helped this woman win the respect of industry insiders again.

“Queen, your letter!”

During the break in filming, Jiang Muxue was sitting in the dressing room to replenish her physical fitness. One of her assistants, a cream-like young actor, suddenly handed over a letter, which surprised Jiang Muxue.

Over the years, she has not had in-depth contact with others. She often goes back to visit Yao Shanhu’s adoptive parents. Logically, no one writes her… When she opened it, she almost spit out.

It turned out to be a letter from Leng Aotian to her!

Gong Wushuang was arrested that year and was later sentenced to 250 years in prison by the court. I remember that on the day of the trial, the court was filled with people, but Leng Aotian never showed up from beginning to end.

Eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Jiang Muxue has never heard of him.

Jiang Muxue was surprised when he suddenly came to the door.

The letter is very simple, just saying that I am going to become a monk. Before that, I want to see her for the last time. The meeting address noted later is nothing else.

“Want to become a monk?” Jiang Muxue felt incredible.

After hesitating for a while, she chose to go to the appointment.

And, she could instinctively feel the days when she left the sceneNot far away.

On the day we met, the sky was foggy and very dark.

When Jiang Muxue arrived at Nanhua Snow Mountain Temple, it began to drizzle.

Leng Aotian was wearing a cassock and holding a rosary in his hand, with an unusually calm expression.

His long hair was dripping. Judging from his appearance, he should be practicing with his hair.

“Master said that my relationship was not over, and I did not agree with my ordained practice. I thought of my mother, Ajie, and thought of many people… I only recently discovered that the root of it is yours.”

After pondering for a few seconds, Leng Aotian spoke out his purpose of asking Jiang Muxue to come.

“Then do you think, how should I help you break this knot?”

“I… don’t know.” His eyes were a little panicked, and he said after a long time, “Maybe, just talk with me.”

Jiang Muxue felt strange. People who practiced should be far away from the world and hustle and should be more or less pure in their hearts. Since this is the case, it should be easy to understand their own hearts. As for root knots, you should know more.

I said I didn’t know, but I just didn’t want to admit it.

But she still sat down, took the tea cup that the little novice monk held, and took a sip.

“This temple was donated by my grandfather back then.” Leng Aotian explained.

Jiang Muxue nodded, “Have you been here in the past few years?”

“Yes.”