An Ning gently blinked away her sadness.
If she had heard these questions before, she would have been in tears, overwhelmed with shame.
But not now. After everything that happened, she can face them calmly. "Rumors stop with the wise, especially being a celebrity with high box office movies. If someone wants to undermine me, there's nothing I can do about it."
It's not that she doesn't want to acknowledge the past, but those matters are her privacy. She doesn't need to discuss them with others, nor does she want to admit anything to others.
She only needs to confess everything to her husband, and that's enough.
"Are they all fake then?" Zhang Rui asked again.
An Ning had never spoken harshly to Zhang Rui, never embarrassed her. But this time, An Ning didn't care about her emotions and asked without any tact, "Do these matters have anything to do with you whether they're true or not?"
Zhang Rui's face instantly turned red. "An Ning."
