Duan Haoran: "..."
It didn't hurt much, but it was deeply insulting.
He was a highly respected senior. When he had first begun to make a name for himself, Wen Feiran had still been drinking milk. Now Wen Feiran had merely stolen the spotlight for a moment, yet he dared to lord it over him!!!
Duan Haoran sat down in a huff and grabbed a beer, pouring it down his throat. He left them with a view of his aloof, indifferent figure.
Wen Feiran clicked his tongue.
Duan Haoran was about to be sentenced to life without a wife, yet instead of placating her, he still had time to drink.
Not even the King of Heaven could save him.
The netizens in the livestream also began discussing what they had seen.
[Are they dropping all pretenses? He even dares to provoke him with that look in front of the cameras!]
[Even if you take a huge step back, Duan Haoran is still his senior. He should at least show him some basic respect.]
[This guy gives me a really bad impression. He's gloomy and down, like he could run out of power and shut down at any moment.]
[That look doesn't seem much like jealousy. It's very subtle.]
In front of the cameras, his every move was scrutinized and judged. Wen Feiran was also poor at managing his expressions, and because people lacked the full context, he was misunderstood again.
After they finished the barbecue, rain began pouring down. The roads outside were all dirt and extremely muddy, so Wen Feiran didn't dare head back in the rain and had no choice but to stay at the Dreamy Cottage.
Ning Tingyu invited everyone to sing together. Wen Feiran nearly suffocated watching them, so he racked his brains for an excuse and slipped into an empty room to rest.
Worried that the afternoon's events might expose his alternate identity, he opened an app. A Weibo post by another certified master of Chinese painting appeared on his homepage, praising the artistic conception of Wen Feiran's painting. Several influential big Vs had also stopped sitting on the fence and offered fair assessments.
Although Duan Haoran had called on all his connections and paid many marketing accounts to disparage Wen Feiran, those opinions counted for nothing before an authority.
A lot of people looking for entertainment also wanted to bid on his paintings before he became famous. The bidding had already reached 100 yuan.
Wen Feiran: "..." Hmph, my paintings stopped going for that price ages ago!
He thought of another problem, hurriedly picked up his phone, and opened his list of accounts.
More than a dozen accounts were packed together in an impressive array. Wen Feiran found the "Lu Lu" account without hesitation and opened its messages with trepidation.
The latest message had been sent three days earlier. The director of an art museum had invited him to take part in an exhibition.
His alternate identity was in a precarious position, but it hadn't been exposed yet.
Wen Feiran pondered for a few more seconds, then summoned his courage and opened Weibo, covering the screen with his hand to make sure he wouldn't see anything that might ruin his mood.
He typed the name "Lu Lu" into the search bar. Only a few Weibo posts came up, and no one had connected Wen Feiran to "Lu Lu."
Still, it was a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment.
Even if he had already terminated his contract with his agency by then, Li Tao wouldn't let him go. He might seize on it to keep invading his life and destroy everything he had carefully built.
Merely considering the possibility made Wen Feiran shudder, and he resolved to keep his alternate identity hidden at all costs.
But when it rained, it poured. As more and more people paid attention to him online, the production team approached him and set up a dedicated livestream for him.
[We finally got enough attention! There aren't even that many people watching online, so why is it lagging this badly?]
[Hahahahaha, it's not lagging. He's frozen in shock.]
[Now that you have a livestream, don't even think about pulling any little tricks in private. I'll be watching you like a hawk!]
Wen Feiran was like a breathing statue. It took a full three minutes before his fingers twitched twice. His eyes were blank, and his face was ashen.
Aaaaah, why are they doing this to someone with social anxiety?!
Wasn't my role on the variety show supposed to be an unnoticeable extra? Why give me a dedicated livestream?!!!
No one heard his complaints, so he could only accept his fate.
Although there was no one else in the room, the camera was swiveling from side to side, forcing Wen Feiran into a state of social stress. He sat with his back and shoulders straight and his hands on his knees, like a well-behaved elementary schooler.
He didn't dare show his true self or do anything that might stir up controversy, but just then, a noise came from the room across the way.
It was Mu Qianyu and Duan Haoran arguing, and the very first sentence triggered the keyword "divorce."
Wen Feiran: !!! No way, how did I run into this again?!
Big sis, big bro, these rooms aren't soundproof! Could you check before you start arguing?!!
Wen Feiran glanced at the camera and microphone. After sitting obediently for three seconds, he glanced at them again.
He picked up the jacket beside him, swept his gaze around three times, then casually flicked it over, covering the microphone with perfect accuracy.
[??? Don't be so stingy, let me listen too!]
[Hahahahaha, so casual. His acting is terrible.]
[Who's arguing in the room next door? I think I heard a woman's voice.]
[It's that married couple. I just went into their livestream and found that both the camera and microphone were off.]
[All of a sudden, I think Wen Feiran is a pretty decent person, helping cover for them.]
Wen Feiran was too embarrassed to turn off the camera as well, so he sat quietly, but his ears were working overtime.
As the seconds ticked by, the gossip was so explosive that he forgot he was still livestreaming. He couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand as he stared at the room next door, his eyes full of horror.
Everyone in the livestream saw him silently suck in a breath and shake his head repeatedly, his body instinctively leaning away as though his worldview had been shattered.
Oh my god!
So that's what happened!
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, your circle is such a mess!
Bastard &￥#@&*&*!!*
The netizens in the livestream watched this silent pantomime, and Wen Feiran's expressions were so vivid that they could guess what he was thinking.
Related topics immediately shot up the trending searches.
[Please, what exactly did Wen Feiran hear? Judging by his expression, it must be pretty explosive.]
[He really is a living, breathing person in the entertainment industry. That utterly undisguised gossip-watching expression is just like me.]
[I suggest every piece of gossip come with a Wen Feiran. That reaction looks so satisfying!]