Ying Jing ran over to give her a shoulder massage.
"Mom, if you don't like them, there's no need to associate with them."
Shen Qiurong patted Ying Jing's hand.
"Silly child, you don't know the complexities involved. When someone reaches a certain level of success and fame, some friends are not for you to choose; they have their own significance. When the time truly comes when you can't coexist, it will naturally come to an end without too much fuss."
Ying Jing had been very well-protected from a young age, never having to deal with these commercial intrigues. After becoming an adult, she married Wen Fucheng early, with him shielding her peacefully for life, most likely also protecting her well.
Shen Qiurong's words made sense.
But she didn't know, Ying Jing had already been through a lot of this.
When she rose to fame, so many praised her; when she fell into obscurity, just as many wanted to trample on her.
