After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 434 - 425: Clues to the Identity

Chapter 434: Chapter 425: Clues to the Identity

Lu Zhengzheng came out of the bathroom after washing her face and feet and saw Jiang Lingxi suddenly sitting up from the bed, startling her.

"What’s wrong, Xixi?"

Jiang Lingxi touched her still slightly damp hair, feeling inexplicably guilty, "Zhengzheng, where did you put the hairdryer? Give it to me so I can dry my hair."

"Oh."

Lu Zhengzheng quickly retrieved the hairdryer and handed it over, "Do you need help?"

"No need."

Jiang Lingxi took the hairdryer, plugged it into the socket, and set it to breeze mode. This volume was still acceptable as it blew around her ears.

"How’s the investigation going on the designers I asked you to look into?"

"I made a spreadsheet." Lu Zhengzheng went back to get a tablet and returned just as Changning and her hanger-on finished washing up. Jiang Lingxi let them sit and listen together.

"I’ve arranged them in order of fame from largest to smallest. During the afternoon, when there was internet, I found and screened three potential candidates."

"The first one is Yun Chan, 46 years old, the first woman from China to break into the international fashion scene alone. She created the independent brand ’Yun’ and has won numerous international competition gold medals. Some have commented that while other designers are still trying to reach the threshold of the international fashion scene, she is already standing on the clouds."

"However," Lu Zhengzheng said, her tone changing as she glanced at the three people listening intently, "this Ms. Yun is unmarried, and there has been no mention of her having a son over twenty years old. Moreover, she publicly stated in an interview that she is anti-marriage."

Changning shook her head, "Then it probably isn’t her."

Jiang Lingxi touched her hair and turned off the hairdryer, "Go on to the second one."

"The second one is Chang Yuanyuan, 45 years old, divorced. She married into a wealthy family and only started her career after her divorce. She has a son with her ex-husband..."

Changning let out a small "Oh," "This one seems to fit a bit, has a son, good background. Otherwise, this guy wouldn’t be venturing into the Gobi Desert at such a young age. His mother isn’t around, so after amnesia, he dreams of finding his mom." She patted the shoulder of the hanger-on next to her, "Kid, does the name Chang Yuanyuan ring a bell?"

"No."

"None of these? Then there’s only one left!"

If not, then this spreadsheet would be a wasted effort.

Lu Zhengzheng was just about to read the details of the third person when Jiang Lingxi raised her hand to stop her.

She looked intently at the person squatting on the ground clutching their knees, who appeared pained and conflicted, "What do you mean, ’no’? What did you find incorrect about what you just heard?"

Changning snapped out of her daze and held her breath.

"It’s not Yun Chan (chan), it’s Yun Shan, like the fan." (扇子 - shan)

This time, it was Lu Zhengzheng who was stunned, "I can’t possibly remember the name wrong, it’s so famous."

Changning: "Could it be that they are two different people from the start?"

"No," Jiang Lingxi said, swiping the sheets, "the character Chan has two pronunciations, ’chan’ and ’shan,’ the latter sounding like the word for fan."

Lu Zhengzheng slapped her thigh, "That’s right, Xixi, you’re correct. It’s possible she used a stage name. After all, she is a celebrity in the fashion world; using a stage name with a homophone isn’t unusual."

"But didn’t you find out that she wasn’t married and didn’t have a son?"

"Perhaps it was a hidden marriage and birth. The information may not be entirely accurate; the entertainment industry is often full of blurred truths. Her husband and children are likely ordinary people, and she just wants to protect them."

Jiang Lingxi reminded from the side, "If you keep discussing, someone might just bump into the coffee table leg."

Changning looked over and was startled, quickly pulling the person back, "Why suddenly self-harm?"

"Head, the head is about to explode!"

Changning had to hold down his head again, "Headache? Why did it suddenly start hurting?"

Jiang Lingxi watched him thoughtfully, "I guess it was triggered. In this situation, we’re quite lucky."

But if it weren’t for being awakened by the sound of rain earlier and coincidentally hearing the boy’s dream talk, then patiently questioning him after, it wouldn’t have led us in this direction to investigate.

Luck also comes from being prepared beforehand.

"Triggered? Lucky?" Lu Zhengzheng was stunned for a couple of seconds, then her eyes lit up, "Could it really be Yun Chan?"

"I only said it’s a possibility."

Lu Zhengzheng was excited for only two seconds before realizing a sad reality, "But we don’t have her contact information."

"Director Wei has a wide network. We’ll ask him tomorrow."

Jiang Lingxi wasn’t worried. Now that they had a suspect, they just needed to find a way to verify it.

If they couldn’t get in touch, the only option would be to inform the rest of the crew and seek police help to contact her.

Once Changning managed to calm the person down, Jiang Lingxi pulled the curtain closed, "Sleep."

Although they didn’t have to rush in the morning and could sleep in late, staying up late was something she had done enough of in her past life. She preferred to avoid such experiences in this life if she could.

*

"You say the amnesiac young man you rescued might be Yun Chan’s son? She hasn’t even married, where would a son come from?" Wei Xiao found it a bit amusing and was about to laugh, but met Jiang Lingxi’s upturned eyes, "Ahem, could you tell me how you came to this conclusion?"

Jiang Lingxi took a sip of tea and briefly summarized her reasoning.

Wei Xiao’s face then turned serious, "Even though it still feels a bit absurd, hearing you explain, it seems to make some sense. But I don’t have Yun Chan’s contact information, however, you should have her sister’s contact info."

"Sister, Yun..." with his mention, Jiang Lingxi suddenly remembered someone, "Yun Chan’s sister is Yun Ping?"

And Yun Ping was conveniently the styling director for "Empress Yuan Zhao," and they had indeed exchanged contact details back then.

Yun Shan and Yun Ping matched perfectly.

"That’s right," Wei Xiao suggested, "You could subtly ask her first, to avoid contacting that Yun Chan directly and causing a big misunderstanding."

After all, whether Yun Chan really has a son or not, since she doesn’t want the public to know, it means she doesn’t want public attention on her family.

You can’t just say, ’I saved someone and guessed he might be your son.’

"Thanks for the reminder, Director Wei."

Wei Xiao waved it off, "Let me know the result."

He was also quite curious about the outcome; the whole thing seemed quite bizarre.

Jiang Lingxi wasn’t one to procrastinate, so after returning to the RV, she took out her satellite phone, found Yun Ping’s number, and dialed directly.

Though they had exchanged contact information before, both were busy people, and after that exchange, they had been occupied with their work, making this their first actual call.

Fortunately, after about ten seconds, the call went through.