"I'll go wake Mom up. Can you guys wait here for a while?" Jiang Xinyuan did not want them to go in directly. He wanted to protect his mother.
The filming director said with a rare evil intention, "What if I don't agree? Do you know why we're here? We signed a contract."
Jiang Xinyuan bit his lip. His voice sounded weak, but he was also very decisive. "You have no choice but to agree. I won't let you in!"
The director asked again, "Why not? Do you think you can stop us? Besides, you haven't even asked your mother. How can you make a decision? Maybe she's looking forward to us going in?"
"Mom slept very late last night…" When Jiang Xinyuan said this, his voice became weaker and weaker. Although he had lived to ten years old in his previous life, he had basically lived in vain. As he was deeply autistic, he locked himself in his room every day and refused to communicate with anyone. Therefore, in terms of social experience, he was truly just a five-year-old child. He did not know how to reject them.
What left the deepest impression on him in his previous life was that his mother's temper had continually gotten worse. He also hated himself more and more and felt that he shouldn't have been born. He almost took all the blame on himself. It wasn't until after he ended his life that he sobered up a lot. He returned to being five years old, and his mind was still at five years old. Because of his autism, when he encountered something that couldn't be resolved, he still subconsciously wanted to escape. He only knew that he didn't want his mother to face the same situation as that bad woman, but he didn't know what to do.
Faced with the director's aggressiveness, he was even more at a loss. He was so anxious that he was about to cry.
[So be it! The little darling is already like this and you're still forcing him. Director, you won't go that far, will you? Don't you have a child yourself?]
[My baby is about to cry! Stop asking! Seriously, why are you forcing a child?]
[Fu Xin is really good at playing cards. She got Jiang Xinyuan to guard the door while she's pretending to be pitiful in her room. This way, the production team will be in a dilemma and she'll be a good person.]
[If Fu Xin knew that you guys fell for it so quickly, she'd definitely be very proud. How could she bear to let such a young child face this?]
[Aren't you guys just coming up with conspiracy theories? This is a variety show!]
[Let the child go! Anyway, I don't really want to see Fu Xin. I'll just take photos of Jiang Xinyuan. Don't force him.]
The director was constantly paying attention to the situation on the bullet screen. After reading the comments, he took a step back. "Alright then. Go wake your mother up. We'll wait at the door."
"Thank you, Uncle!" When Jiang Xinyuan heard this, he was finally happy, and his eyes lit up.
The director was tempted by his gaze. This child was really too adorable. He smiled and wanted to pat Jiang Xinyuan's head, but Jiang Xinyuan nimbly avoided him.
The comments were immediately filled with mockery: [Hahaha, you're being despised! My baby's reaction is fast!]
[I'm dying of laughter. You forced him just now, and now you want to pat his head? Dream on. Besides, can anyone touch the little darling's head? Even I haven't touched it yet!]
[Even the director thinks he's adorable. The child is definitely even cuter in real life. I really want to film him too! Ahhh, is it too late for me to change jobs now…]
"Then I'll go wake Mom up." After saying that, Jiang Xinyuan opened the door and quickly went in. He did not let the people outside see the situation inside at all. It was just that the quicker he entered the door, the more nervous he was after closing the door.
As the curtains were very good at blocking out the light, the room was pitch-black. Jiang Xinyuan stood on the spot for a while before adapting to the darkness. Then, he tiptoed to the bed. He could feel that Uncle Director and the rest still wanted to come in. He could stop them for a while, but he wouldn't be able to stop them for too long, so he could only wake his mother up first. His mother would have to wait till noon to catch up on her sleep. He hoped that his mother wouldn't be angry.
As Jiang Xinyuan thought about this, he stretched out his small fist to cheer himself on. He took a careful breath, then found the remote control and opened the curtains.
The curtains slowly opened, and the room lit up. However, Fu Xin was sleeping soundly and didn't react. She had stayed up too late last night.
Jiang Xinyuan carefully raised his hand and looked at Fu Xin's arm that fell outside the blanket. In the end, he reached out and pushed her. "Mom, wake up. The uncles who are recording the show are here."
Fu Xin opened her eyes in a daze, but she didn't open them fully. She was too sleepy. She narrowed her eyes slightly and roughly saw who was disturbing her sleep. She didn't hear Jiang Xinyuan's words clearly and only remembered that the little guy in front of her was her son who came from a book. She thought that he was looking for her to play. Hence, she reached out and pulled the little guy onto the bed.