So You’re Such A Doctor Song-Chapter 332 - Who's Jealous? Don't Hold Onto Me. Go Hold On To Your Sang Hua

Chapter 332: Who’s Jealous? Don’t Hold Onto Me. Go Hold On To Your Sang Hua

Xiling asked with a chuckle, “Then where are you eating?”

“At Uncle Bajo’s house.” Yan Molun thought for a while and added, “I gave them a little help and they said they would treat me to a meal.”

Jiang Duoyao snorted. “Uncle Bajo’s house has been tight on food supplies, yet you’re still going over to eat?”

Yan Molun frowned after hearing that and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “Then I won’t go.”

Duoyao pouted and said in a weird tone, “It’s quite rude to promise someone and go back on your word.”

Yan Molun glanced at her and said lightly, “Then I’d better go.”

“Hmph, up to you. It’s better that you’re not coming. We’ll have more food for ourselves.” Duoyao turned around to start the fire.

Yan Molun’s handsome face sank. Xiling quickly tried to mediate: “Don’t mind her, don’t mind her. She’s been on her period recently so she’s in a bad mood.”

“Mm. Then I’ll get going.” After Yan Molun left, Xiling closed the door and chided: “Jiang Duoyao, it’s such a miracle that you didn’t chase away the man pursuing you with your attitude.”

“What’s wrong with me?” Duoyao threw some firewood into the fire unhappily. Sparks flew. “He wanted to go. He has legs and he doesn’t belong to me. I can’t possibly tie him up.”

“But didn’t he say he wouldn’t go just now? You could’ve just stopped there.” Xiling’s stomach hurt from the rage. “You even said it’s better that he’s not coming? That just shows you don’t welcome him. Besides, what right do you have to not welcome him? He bought all the food that we have.”

Jiang Duoyao’s brows were tightly knit. Actually, she knew that too, but whenever she had a fire burning in her heart, she would speak without thinking.

“I know you’re in a bad mood and you’re jealous…”

“Who’s jealous? What a joke? How’s it possible for me to be jealous of Sang Hua?” Duoyao said agitatedly, as though she was scolded. “Isn’t he just a man? There’s a bunch of them pursuing me out there. Would I be worried that I don’t have a man? Hmph.”

Xiling sighed and said after a while, “Duoyao, sometimes it’s not very good for a woman to be too stubborn. I don’t mean that you have to be soft and gentle in front of men, but at least you need to let him know what you think. You were just like a porcupine earlier. Even if he wanted to get close to you, he would be afraid of getting pricked. Anyway, you’re always so stubborn. You do things your way and don’t know how to be tactful. Truth be told, our team has always said in private that you’re very lucky to begin with and there are many people who are very envious of you. If you just heeded some of our advice, you wouldn’t be where you are now.”

Jiang Duoyao was stunned. She clenched her fists tightly. “You mean I should’ve let Zhu Fenglei do whatever he wanted and let him take advantage of me?”

“No one said that, but this is the way the industry is. You’re not even new to this,” Xiling said. “If you weren’t strong enough, you could’ve just rejected him. Zhu Fenglei couldn’t force himself on you, given your status. I know you hit him because you were trying to seek justice for the other artistes, but after you helped them and you got into trouble, did they stand up to say anything for you? Not one even came out to serve as a witness. If even one of them was willing to come out and admit that Zhu Fenglei was a scumbag, your name would’ve been cleared, but they didn’t. Also, there’s Xu Xueran. Sister Shuang told you not to pit yourself openly against the reporters of Rong Le Entertainment during Xu Xueran’s incident but you refused to listen.”

Jiang Duoyao lowered her head in silence.

Perhaps this was the worst fall she had ever experienced in her life. She thought she had made a lot of friends but that wasn’t the case at all.

“Do you know why the company sent you here to teach this time?” Xiling said helplessly. “It wasn’t just to clear the public’s image of you. It was also in hopes that you could go through some hardships to train yourself so that you could change. Look at the friends around you. I won’t talk about others—let’s just talk about Yan Changqing. Aren’t you very close to her? Yes, she has her husband supporting her and things are going smoothly for her now, but before she had her husband backing her up, there was never any negative news about her. Other than that brainless Zhao Zhu, no one in the industry would insist on making it so hard for her in the industry or tarnish her reputation, right?”

Jiang Duoyao froze a little. That seemed to be the case. In the past, Changqing and Ruan Yang had also advised her several times to not act so rashly and to not be so blunt, but she never took it to heart.

Especially Changqing. She thought Changqing was like her, the pot calling the kettle black, but when he recalled what Yan Molun said before, perhaps she was actually worse than Changqing in certain aspects. She was even less tactful than Changqing.

“Xiling, do you hate me?” Jiang Duoyao said softly. “You’ve been with me for so long, but I’m so useless…”

“Nothing is absolute,” Xiling said softly. “It’s so competitive in this industry, even with a team. Everyone wants to work with a popular artiste but we’ve seen so much. Popularity is short-lived. A new popular celebrity can pop out anytime and people like us just go with the flow. Actually, when you said that a public figure should do something meaningful previously, I was touched. No matter what, I’ll still support you.”

Jiang Duoyao felt a little melancholic. Why did Xiling’s last sentence sound like she was consoling her?

Thinking back, was she too selfish all this while? As an artiste, she wasn’t only earning money for herself—she had a team behind her. Everyone was counting on her to feed their families, but she only cared about herself.

…

At night, Duoyao thought a lot and had insomnia. The next day, she went to class dispiritedly.

After coming out from the second class, she saw Yan Molun standing in the field. When he saw her walking over with two dark eye circles under her eyes, he asked softly, “Didn’t sleep well?”

Duoyao couldn’t be bothered to reply and she walked away with her lips pressed together.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Molun walked over and pulled her hand.

“Don’t touch me.” She flung his hand away angrily.

The students happened to run out of the classroom to play and they were all watching the two of them.

Xiren said, “Uncle, did you offend our teacher?”

Yan Molun felt a little awkward about being crowded by these eight to nine-year-olds. Suddenly, Luma said loudly, “I know. Yesterday, I think I heard my Ma say that Uncle has been playing with Sister Sang Hua recently and stopped playing with our Teacher Jiang, so Teacher Jiang is unhappy.”

Gramu frowned angrily. “Uncle, you can’t be like this. How can you only play with Sister Sang Hua and not with Teacher Jiang? We should all play together.”

“It’s not like that. Uncle cannot play with both of them—he can only play with one,” Xiren said. “It’s not right.”

“But… shouldn’t we all play together? What’s wrong with that?”

…

The children chattered and Duoyao was so embarrassed she wanted to bury herself in a hole. “Stop spouting nonsense. Go play on your own; don’t crowd around me.”

After saying that, she left. Yan Molun walked up to her and pulled her hand, taking her to the back of the school.

“Yan Molun, what are you doing? Let go.”

He was very strong and Duoyao couldn’t manage to free her hand despite a few attempts, causing her to feel very annoyed. “Don’t come and annoy me. Go look for your Sang Hua.”

Yan Molun only let her go when they were in a spot without anyone around. Duoyao turned to walk away and he moved to block her path. His chest emitted a masculine heat. He lowered his head and there was a hint of happiness hidden within the depths of his eyes. “When I went to Yongge Town to buy rice a few days ago, I drove too quickly on my way back and I accidentally gave Uncle Bajo a shock, causing him to sprain his foot. You should know that Uncle Bajo’s family solely depends on him for a living. Since Uncle Bajo injured his foot, there was no one to fetch the family’s water. Their family still needed to cook and all and I was to blame for his injury, after all, so I promised I would help them fetch water for a few days until Uncle Bajo recovered.”

Duoyao was stunned. So that was the reason.

However, what was with him coming out of Sang Hua’s room?

She tilted her head and said lightly, “You don’t have to tell me all this. It’s none of my business who you fetch water for.”

After saying that, she was about to leave again. Yan Molun grabbed her arm this time and pulled her to his side. He lowered his head. “Of course I have to tell you all this. Look at yourself—you’ve been pulling faces at me since yesterday. You’ve been cold and ignoring me. Did you think there was something going on between me and Sang Hua and got jealous?”

Jiang Duoyao got angry from being exposed. She took a deep breath and flung her hand with annoyance. “Who’s jealous? Don’t hold onto me. Go hold onto your Sang Hua. Anyway, men like you can’t be trusted.”

“How am I untrustworthy?” Yan Molun gripped on tightly, refusing to let go. “How’s it possible for there to be something going on between me and Sang Hua?”

“Who knows?” Duoyao said angrily. “You said so yourself that you have very strong needs. You’ve already been in the mountains for so many days, so you were probably thinking of finding a woman to relieve yourself. In any case, you only know how to sleep with women.”

“How am I only thinking about sleeping with women?” Yan Molun frowned. He was angry and found it a little funny. “I haven’t touched even Sang Hua’s fingers.”

“Liar. Someone even saw you coming out of Sang Hua’s room.” Duoyao puffed her cheeks out.

Yan Molun was stunned for a few seconds and laughed out loud. “Uncle Bajo said that the light in his daughter’s room stopped working so I went in to check for a while. The cables were too old so I just helped her change her electric cables. Do you have to be jealous over that too?”

“I… I said I wasn’t jealous,” Duoyao retorted with a stutter. Her pupils darted around like a mouse looking for an escape.

“You don’t mean what you say.” Yan Molun lowered his head and suddenly put his arm around her waist. He curled his lips up into a smile. “Also, you’re mistaken. I only want to sleep with… you. I’m really not interested in other women.”