Song Qiao said to Xiao Cheng, "Xiao Cheng, I really like you. I want to be with you... even without any official status."
She had to coax Xiao Cheng into being with her as soon as possible!
The reporters her manager had arranged were already on their way.
Song Qiao had absolutely no idea...
Her words had already spread all over the internet.
In the livestream.
___: "Blech! I threw up last night's dinner!!"
___: "How can a woman be this fake and manipulative???"
___: "Toutiao: Song Qiao's fake innocence spilled off the screen, and so did Jiang Chiyan's cuckold status."
___: "I spent six thousand yuan buying a ticket to Song Qiao's fan meet from a scalper. I'm not a fan anymore... selling it for sixty yuan. Anyone want it?"
___: "Do you know you're being cheated on? Manually tagging @Jiang Chiyan"
As the netizens mocked her, they openly watched through the camera.
Inside the room.
Xiao Cheng had one hand in his pocket and looked at Song Qiao impassively. "Miss Song, either leave on your own, or..."
"I'll have security and the front desk escort you out." There wasn't the slightest warmth in Xiao Cheng's words.
Song Qiao trembled but didn't move.
Xiao Cheng took his phone out of his trouser pocket and was about to call security and the front desk.
The next second, a knock came from outside the room.
Knock, knock-
"Hello, room service."
Song Qiao's face lit up.
"Room service" was their agreed-upon code.
The reporters must have arrived!!
Song Qiao abruptly pulled apart the fabric of her dress at her chest and messed up her long hair.
Then she lay down on Xiao Cheng's bed and pulled the covers over herself.
The knocking grew louder and louder.
Outside the door stood a group of reporters carrying cameras of all sizes.
Knock, knock, knock-
"Teacher Xiao Cheng, are you in there?"
"Teacher Xiao Cheng, someone photographed Teacher Song Qiao entering your room. Is that true?"
"Is anyone there? Could whoever's inside please open the door?"
Just as the reporters were about to force their way in...
The door opened from inside.
Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, Xiao Cheng looked at them impassively.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"I'm here."
"Song Qiao is here too."
"There are people in the room."
Unhurriedly, he answered the reporters' questions one by one.
Xiao Cheng even stepped aside like a perfect gentleman. "Come in and take pictures. You'll get a clearer view."
The reporters: "..."
The reporters filed in.
Inside, Song Qiao got up in feigned panic, wrapped in the covers, her face full of shock.
"You... how did you..."
The cameras flashed at Song Qiao. Click, click-
"Teacher Song Qiao, are you and Teacher Xiao Cheng already together?"
"Teacher Song Qiao, how long have you and Teacher Xiao Cheng been dating?"
"Teacher Song Qiao..."
Song Qiao looked at Xiao Cheng, blushing. "Brother Cheng..."
Xiao Cheng acted as though he hadn't heard her.
The reporters had been paid, and immediately turned their accusations on Xiao Cheng. "Teacher Xiao Cheng, you've already done the deed. Surely you aren't planning to refuse responsibility and abandon her after having your way with her?"
Xiao Cheng raised his eyes and gave the reporter an indifferent glance.
He unlocked his computer screen and turned the livestream toward the reporters.
"Sorry, I forgot to mention... I've been livestreaming this whole time."
"The livestream camera just happens to be pointed at the sofa and the bed."
"In other words..." Xiao Cheng fiddled with the cuff links on his shirt. "Miss Song, at least 18.32 million people are enjoying your performance."
At those words, all the color instantly drained from Song Qiao's face, and it burned painfully.
Her lips trembled, and she couldn't even get a complete word out. "W-w-w-w-w... what?"
In the livestream, the netizens had already gone wild.
___: "Even brain-dead novels wouldn't stoop to writing such a filthy trick. It's already 2021, and you're still using it??"
___: "Song Qiao, get out of the entertainment industry!!"
___: "There's a limit to framing someone. Making Brother Cheng take responsibility-do you really think Xiao Cheng has no fans to stand up for him??"
___: "Pulling this kind of melodramatic setup? You deserve to flop! @Song Qiao"
Xiao Cheng looked around.
His face was so indifferent that it showed no trace of expression. "For this kind of slander and framing, I will report it to the police and take legal action. I will pursue legal accountability to the very end!!"
The oppressive air around Xiao Cheng was intense.
The reporters slunk out.
Disheveled, Song Qiao clutched the covers, at a loss.
Without so much as a glance at her, Xiao Cheng held his computer, pulled his suitcase, and walked straight out, going to Xiao Wu's room for the time being.
That night, Weibo blew up.
The programmers handling Weibo's backend worked overtime late into the night.
Once the repairs were done, the trending list updated.
#Xiao Cheng called the police#
#Song Qiao disheveled#
#Song Qiao forced her way into Xiao Cheng's room#
#Song Qiao full screen recording from Xiao Cheng's livestream#
#Song Qiao's fake innocence spilled off the screen, and so did Jiang Chiyan's cuckold status#
Other people had to spend 55,000 yuan to buy a trending spot. Xiao Cheng, a top star who practically lived in the trending list's top ten, had no need to.
Over the course of that night, Song Qiao lost several million fans, and the financial backers behind her lost billions in market value.
Song Qiao's PR team issued three consecutive press releases in an attempt to suppress the incident, but Xiao Cheng's fans tore into them so viciously that they had no choice but to disable Weibo comments.
After the Oranges finished berating Song Qiao, they returned to Xiao Cheng's solo-fan group and tagged Jiang Chiyan, who had just joined.
___: "Bro, you've been cheated on!! @Jiang Chiyan V"
___: "Bro, are you still going to handle the lawsuit between my sister-in-law and Song Qiao? @Jiang Chiyan V"
___: "Bro, you have to take the case. The Oranges will crowdfund your legal fees!! @Jiang Chiyan V"
___: "Lawyer Jiang, do you have anything to say about Song Qiao as a person?"
___: "Were you surprised watching the livestream? Was it exciting? @Jiang Chiyan V"
A little while later.
Jiang Chiyan appeared and leisurely picked a few comments to reply to.
"Yes, I'm greener than jade. Look at my smile, brimming with cuckold green, and my eyes, filled with it."
"As long as my Chengcheng needs me, I'll take the case."
"No need to crowdfund legal fees. Just save the money for Xiao Cheng's concerts."
"Song Qiao as a person? Are you sure she's a person?? I don't think your use of the word 'person' is accurate."
Jiang Chiyan seemed to have plenty of time.
He replied to more than fifty comments and over thirty private messages.
Until...
He saw a private message like this.
It had been sent by a newly registered alternate account.
The account claimed to be Song Qiao's studio.
The private message contained only one picture and two sentences.
The picture showed Xiao Cheng and Jiang Chiyan kissing, and had clearly been taken secretly.
"Lawyer Jiang, within twelve hours, I want all of Song Qiao's negative news taken down."
"Otherwise, this photo will be made public. You decide what to do."
Jiang Chiyan narrowed his eyes.
Someone had threatened him.