Under every Weibo post, there was a label showing its source.
If it was posted from a phone of a certain brand, that would be displayed.
With a VIP subscription, users could change the source label or hide it altogether.
Jiang Chiyan had set this source label himself.
Jiang Chiyan's main Weibo account was also a major legal commentary account with millions of followers.
Whenever he posted on his main account, this source label always appeared. He had never changed it.
The netizens browsing late at night instantly went wild.
_: "So, Xiao Cheng = Jiang Chiyan's wife???"
_: "In the middle of the night, Cheng posted on Weibo using Lawyer Jiang's phone. Are you two officially announcing your relationship and force-feeding the fans something sweet?"
_: "Hahahahaha, why do I think Xiao Cheng is kind of cute? He looks a little clueless."
_: "Hello, everyone. This is my wife @Xiao ChengV, and this is my husband @Jiang ChiyanV. The three of us are together now."
Lu Ting, the manager who habitually scrolled through Weibo before bed: "..."
She bolted upright and immediately contacted the company and the studio to manage the comments, handle PR, and organize promotion.
Lu Ting called Xiao Cheng six or seven times.
But Xiao Cheng's phone stayed switched off.
Remembering that Xiao Cheng had just posted using Jiang Chiyan's phone, Lu Ting opened Xiao Cheng's Weibo account and sent him a private voice message, her tone ice-cold. "Hello there, Jiang Chiyan's wife!"
Holding Jiang Chiyan's phone, Xiao Cheng happened to see it as he stepped out of the elevator.
After listening to the message, he thought for a moment, then solemnly typed a line: "Hello to you too, manager of Jiang Chiyan's wife."
The veins at Lu Ting's temples throbbed with anger. She sent another voice message. "For the love of God, can you explain why you're posting on Weibo from some other man's phone in the middle of the night? Do you know how many fans in your comments have started calling you Mrs. Jiang?"
Xiao Cheng paused, then typed: "How many?"
Lu Ting: "That's not the point! The studio will arrange press releases right away to clear things up. The comment and engagement management teams will handle the rest. Don't touch Weibo again!"
Xiao Cheng replied with a simple "Okay," showing little emotion.
In the darkness, faint displeasure seeped into his ink-black eyes.
He didn't want to clear things up...
Lu Ting asked again: "What's your relationship with Jiang Chiyan...?"
Xiao Cheng pressed at the phone's keyboard and thought for a moment.
What was his relationship with Jiang Chiyan?
Probably...
The kind where he wanted to hide Jiang Chiyan away and shackle all four of his limbs.
Xiao Cheng had yet to reply to Lu Ting.
A quiet cough sounded beside him.
Without realizing it, the two of them had already left the reception hall and reached the parking lot outside.
Jiang Chiyan cleared his throat and held out a hand to Xiao Cheng.
Xiao Cheng hesitated, then slowly placed his hand in Jiang Chiyan's palm.
Jiang Chiyan gave him a long look and smiled helplessly. "Um... I meant for you to give me my phone."
As though scalded, Xiao Cheng reflexively pulled his hand back.
But Jiang Chiyan caught his hand instead, holding it firmly in his palm as he chuckled. "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."
Just then-
A young woman's voice sounded behind Jiang Chiyan and Xiao Cheng. "Jiang Chiyan, over here!"
It was Su Jing.
Su Jing jogged over. "Young Master Jiang, come with me."
Su Jing was wearing an off-the-shoulder evening gown for the reception.
The night air was cold. She hugged her shoulders, shivering slightly, and sneezed as soon as she reached them.
Jiang Chiyan frowned, took off his suit jacket, and tossed it to her. "Put this on."
Xiao Cheng stared at the men's jacket draped over Su Jing, a shadow flickering in his eyes.
An icy chill radiated from his entire body.
In his mind, he thought:
Jiang Chiyan...
Don't tell me she's your girlfriend.
If she is, I'll definitely kill her.