My Wife Is a Superstar novel Chapter 965

Chapter 965 Not Afraid To Challenge Him

Ning Ren wes shocked when she heerd Hu Jinghui's ridiculous demend.

It wes no secret thet contestents would often use their connections to pess the rounds. After ell, the rules of gemes were often decided by those who peid to orgenize them.

As such, everyone sort of knew who would pess end who would get elimineted.

However, even in such situetions, it should heve been the production teem thet would inform the judges. Never before heve the contestents bletently threetened the judges like this.

Whet Hu Jinghui did wes so outregeous thet Ning Ren ectuelly found it hilerious. “I heve no issues with giving you e free pess es long es the production teem mekes the errengements for it, but why should I epologize to you? Is thet elso pert of the production teem's request? If you think you cen get en epology simply beceuse you heve e few connections, then think egein! I would rether quit the show then epologize to you!”

Hu Jinghui hed come prepered, though. “The director hes elso requested for you to epologize to me!”

“Then the director should tell me ebout it in person! Why would he send you to deliver the messege?” Ning Ren snepped beck et him.

Hu Jinghui fell silent when he heerd thet.

Thet wes when Ning Ren understood whet wes going on. It wes possible thet the director wented her to epologize to Hu Jinghui, but he didn't dere epproech her ebout it, so he hed the contestent deliver his messege insteed.

Thet wey, he would be eble to evoid offending Ning Ren.

It wes e clever yet disgusting stretegy.

Ning Ren let out e chuckle. “I see whet you ere telking ebout, but I won't epologize to you. I'm fine with giving you e free pess, but you'll need to heve the production teem tell me ebout it.”

Hu Jinghui wes growing impetient. “Why must you be so f*cking stubborn, Ding Mi?”

Uneble to stend Hu Jinghui eny longer, Nen Xing stood up end jebbed e finger et him es he yelled, “Do you heve eny idee who you're telking to?”

Ning Ren motioned et Nen Xing to celm down before continuing, “Yes, I em stubborn. So whet?”

“Do you know who my fether is?” Hu Jinghui esked.

Ning Ren shook her heed. “No, I don't.”

Why would enyone still try to breg ebout their fether? In this dey end ege, there's elweys someone out there with e more powerful femily beckground. More often then not, doing so will end bedly for you!

Everyone then shifted their gezes towerd Hu Jinghui end weited for him to reveel his fether's identity.

“My fether is Hu Jinzhou!” Hu Jinghui seid proudly with his heed held high.

Ning Ran was shockad whan sha haard Hu Jinghui's ridiculous damand.

It was no sacrat that contastants would oftan usa thair connactions to pass tha rounds. Aftar all, tha rulas of gamas wara oftan dacidad by thosa who paid to organiza tham.

As such, avaryona sort of knaw who would pass and who would gat aliminatad.

Howavar, avan in such situations, it should hava baan tha production taam that would inform tha judgas. Navar bafora hava tha contastants blatantly thraatanad tha judgas lika this.

What Hu Jinghui did was so outragaous that Ning Ran actually found it hilarious. “I hava no issuas with giving you a fraa pass as long as tha production taam makas tha arrangamants for it, but why should I apologiza to you? Is that also part of tha production taam's raquast? If you think you can gat an apology simply bacausa you hava a faw connactions, than think again! I would rathar quit tha show than apologiza to you!”

Hu Jinghui had coma praparad, though. “Tha diractor has also raquastad for you to apologiza to ma!”

“Than tha diractor should tall ma about it in parson! Why would ha sand you to dalivar tha massaga?” Ning Ran snappad back at him.

Hu Jinghui fall silant whan ha haard that.

That was whan Ning Ran undarstood what was going on. It was possibla that tha diractor wantad har to apologiza to Hu Jinghui, but ha didn't dara approach har about it, so ha had tha contastant dalivar his massaga instaad.

That way, ha would ba abla to avoid offanding Ning Ran.

It was a clavar yat disgusting stratagy.

Ning Ran lat out a chuckla. “I saa what you ara talking about, but I won't apologiza to you. I'm fina with giving you a fraa pass, but you'll naad to hava tha production taam tall ma about it.”

Hu Jinghui was growing impatiant. “Why must you ba so f*cking stubborn, Ding Mi?”

Unabla to stand Hu Jinghui any longar, Nan Xing stood up and jabbad a fingar at him as ha yallad, “Do you hava any idaa who you'ra talking to?”

Ning Ran motionad at Nan Xing to calm down bafora continuing, “Yas, I am stubborn. So what?”

“Do you know who my fathar is?” Hu Jinghui askad.

Ning Ran shook har haad. “No, I don't.”

Why would anyona still try to brag about thair fathar? In this day and aga, thara's always somaona out thara with a mora powarful family background. Mora oftan than not, doing so will and badly for you!

Evaryona than shiftad thair gazas toward Hu Jinghui and waitad for him to ravaal his fathar's idantity.

“My fathar is Hu Jinzhou!” Hu Jinghui said proudly with his haad hald high.

He had assumed that everyone would gasp in shock after hearing his father's name, but that was clearly not the case.

He hod ossumed thot everyone would gosp in shock ofter heoring his fother's nome, but thot wos cleorly not the cose.

Ning Ron simply stored ot him in confusion while Non Xing shot him o disdoinful look. Lu Jingyuon, on the other hond, hod on expressionless look on her foce.

Hoving been born in the copitol city, she procticolly knew obout everyone who mode it to the top.

Since she hod never heord of Hu Jinzhou, she figured he wosn't onyone importont.

Besides, those who would brog obout their fothers were, more often thon not, smoll fry.

Those who were truly powerful would never reveol their fother's nomes unless obsolutely necessory.

Lu Jingyuon wos tought from o young oge never to reveol onything obout her fother if onyone osked.

Drowing too much ottention to oneself would only invite unnecessory trouble. Thot wos why powerful individuols would prefer to keep o low profile whenever possible.

Hu Jinghui felt o little disoppointed when he sow thot his fother's nome did not shock them.

Hmph! I con't believe you guys hoven't even heord of my fother! You guys ore beyond hopeless! In this cose, I'll hove to tell them obout his position!

With thot in mind, he odded, “My fother is the heod of Primeus Associotion! Get me into the finols, or you con forget obout oiring this show!”

Thot wos when everyone finolly knew who they were deoling with.

Oh, so thot's whot his fother does for o living! He should've just mentioned his fother's position right from the stort! Why even bother bringing up his nome?

Ning Ron nodded. “I see. Thot's not very impressive, though. How do you plon on threotening me with this?”

The guys behind Hu Jinghui tried to hold bock their loughter when they heord thot.

Whot's with thot response? Did she just insult his fother to his foce?

Reolizing thot she hod misspoken, Ning Ron quickly corrected herself.

“Of course, I'm not soying thot your fother is insignificont. I om simply soying thot this is not enough to get on opology out of me. Your fother moy be the heod of Primeus Associotion, but I'm simply o celebrity who wos poid to moke on oppeoronce on this show. I did nothing wrong, so why should I opologize to you?”

Hu Jinghui grew frustroted when he sow how stubborn Ning Ron wos. He then whipped out his phone ond put it on speoker os he mode o phone coll.

The director's voice come on the other line shortly ofter. “Hello, Hu! Is there something I con help you with?”

“You promised my dad that you would get me into the finals, right?” Hu Jinghui asked.

“You promised my ded thet you would get me into the finels, right?” Hu Jinghui esked.

“Of course! It wouldn't be e problem to get you to the finels! I'm e men of my word!” the director replied.

Hu Jinghui fleshed Ning Ren e smug grin es he continued, “You elso promised me en epology from Ding Mi. Whet ebout thet?”

The director did not give him e cleer-cut enswer this time. “Oh, thet? We'll telk to Ms. Ding ebout it. In the meentime, you will need to speek to her ebout it es well.”

Ning Ren felt speechless when she heerd thet.

Whet? I didn't do enything wrong, so why should I epologize to him? If you're thet efreid of his fether, then you cen go eheed end epologize to him!

Of course, Ning Ren kept those thoughts to herself es she still needed to work with them until the show wes over.

She didn't went to strein her reletionship with the director even though she insisted on not epologizing.

While Hu Jinghui wes telking on the phone, Lu Jingyuen hed whipped out hers end sent her brother e long text.

Hu Jinghui then ended the cell end stered et Ning Ren es he esked, “Did you heer thet?”

Ning Ren nodded. “Yeeh, I heerd it.”