Jiang Chiyan froze for a moment, then opened Weibo's trending searches.
#Xiao Cheng Late Silence#
#Xiao Cheng Avoid heights#
#Xiao Cheng Late Silence death curse#
#Xiao Cheng cursed by idiotic marketing account#
The idiotic marketing account, Jiang Chiyan: "..."
Jiang Chiyan hurriedly pulled out his spare phone and opened Late Silence's account.
Amid an endless string of chiming message alerts, Jiang Chiyan was forcibly logged out.
His alternate Weibo account had crashed from too many notifications and private messages.
It took five or six minutes before he could barely manage to log in. He opened Weibo and discovered-
Follower count: 325,000
Comments under his only Weibo post: 1,540,000.
Private messages: 100,000+
Jiang Chiyan opened the comments under his post. Sure enough, every single one was cursing him out.
_: "Go die, Late Silence!!"
_: "Whose marketing account are you, slandering our idol like this? Keys are three for ten yuan, but are you even worthy of one?"
_: "You'll stop at nothing to ride Brother Cheng's popularity. Can't you watch your mouth and earn yourself a little good karma?"
_: "Already screenshotted this and sent it to Brother Cheng's fan group and studio to report you, trash. Don't delete the post if you've got the guts."
_: "..."
Jiang Chiyan looked at the comments and gave a helpless smile.
Also looking at Weibo was Xiao Cheng's manager, the top-tier agent Lu Ting.
Lu Ting frowned and looked at Xiao Cheng beside her. "Your entrance on wires at your concert the day after tomorrow-we haven't released any promotional material or announced any part of the schedule. How did this Late Silence... know? That's really uncanny."
Holding his phone, Xiao Cheng stared closely at Late Silence's post for a long time before saying, "It's him."
[August 7 concert: avoid heights, or you'll either die or be injured. Be careful.]
Jiang Chiyan's biggest giveaway was the character 曰 in August 7.
He could never tell say (yue), as in "Confucius said," apart from sun (ri), as in a calendar date.
Lu Ting looked at Xiao Cheng in surprise. "You know who it is?"
Xiao Cheng murmured, "An idiot."
An idiot named Jiang Chiyan.
Lu Ting didn't catch on. "Who?"
Xiao Cheng shook his head. "Nothing... Sister Ting, it's pretty late. I'll have my assistant Xiao Wu take you home first."
He didn't want to say, so Lu Ting didn't press him. Her gaze fell on his injured hand, wrapped in a handkerchief. "I have bandages and gauze in my bag. That handkerchief isn't clean. Throw it away."
Lu Ting reached out, intending to help Xiao Cheng unwrap the handkerchief.
Xiao Cheng instinctively dodged, as though the handkerchief were some priceless treasure. "No need."
Lu Ting nodded and left first.
Xiao Cheng opened a locked photo album on his phone.
There were over a thousand photos inside, and every one was of Jiang Chiyan.
Xiao Cheng opened a photo of Jiang Chiyan at random.
His gaze was entranced, full of longing.
He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the face of the man in the photo.
"Chiyan..."
"Chiyan..."
Xiao Cheng lightly kissed Jiang Chiyan's lips on the screen.
Deep in his eyes lay a pathological, obsessive desire.
Xiao Cheng remained motionless for a long time.
Until his phone ran out of battery and shut down automatically.
Only then did he slip his phone into his trouser pocket and glance at his watch. It was already very late, and most of the people at the reception had left.
Xiao Cheng thought for a moment, then stepped into the elevator.
As the elevator doors slowly closed...
A fair, beautiful hand caught the elevator door.
Xiao Cheng instinctively pressed the door-open button and saw Jiang Chiyan walk into the elevator, a bottle of wound medicine in his hand.
Jiang Chiyan looked at Xiao Cheng and held out the medicine, his face expressionless. "Medicine."
Xiao Cheng didn't move.
He stared straight at Jiang Chiyan, biting down hard on his lip.
His mouth was already filled with the taste of blood.
Jiang Chiyan raised his hand, instinctively wanting to pry Xiao Cheng's mouth open.
But halfway up, he ultimately lowered his hand again.
Xiao Cheng took two deep breaths and asked Jiang Chiyan, "My phone's dead. Could I... borrow yours?"
Jiang Chiyan looked quietly at Xiao Cheng, then took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.
Xiao Cheng took it, logged into his own Weibo account, and opened a random topic attacking Late Silence.
Jiang Chiyan glanced at the phone screen, his eyelids twitching. "Do you believe what Late Silence said?"
Xiao Cheng was a little distracted and said nothing.
Jiang Chiyan said indifferently, "Forget it. Whether you believe it or not, what does it have to do with..."
"I believe him," Xiao Cheng suddenly said.
The corners of Jiang Chiyan's lips lifted.
Xiao Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, but he repeated himself firmly. "I always have."
With that, Xiao Cheng lowered his head to look at the phone screen.
Using his main Weibo account on Jiang Chiyan's phone, he posted on Weibo.
Xiao Cheng V: "Thanks for the warning. I've always believed you. @Late Silence"
Within minutes of the post going up, a brand-new topic shot onto the trending searches.
#Xiao Cheng Jiang Chiyan's wife#
The topic even had a black-and-red "explosive" tag after it.
Xiao Cheng's fingers trembled as he tapped the topic with a shaking hand.
Then...
He saw that beneath the post he had just published, the source displayed:
[Posted from: Jiang Chiyan's wife's brick phone No. 404]