[Huh? Wait, what? Just hearing it is already insane. I can't imagine how painful it must be for Wan Wei to watch it live.]
[Help, my ears!]
[I like a little boys' love, but this is seriously disgusting. Barf!]
[Put yourself in her shoes: your husband is gay and tricked you into marriage, and he's wearing your clothes while fooling around with his boyfriend in your own living room... yikes.]
[Feeling so sorry for Wan Wei.]
[Where are all those stubborn, brain-dead Zhuang Youzhi fans from earlier?]
[No pictures, no proof. Who knows if Wan Wei is just bluffing with that video?]
[Exactly!]
[Wait, we only wanted your precious idol's career to tank. You actually want him dead.]
[I honestly can't tell whether they love him or hate him anymore.]
Looking at the people still making excuses for Zhuang Youzhi, Wan Wei genuinely could not even muster any anger. She just found it rather funny.
"Since you doubt me, how about I let you take my place as Zhuang Youzhi's wife?" Wan Wei said with a laugh.
Then she took out Zhuang Youzhi's phone, which she had put away earlier, opened the call history, found the contact labeled "Darling husband," and called him.
"Hello, may I ask if you're Mr. Zhuang Youzhi's partner? Mr. Zhuang is currently receiving treatment at our hospital. Would you be able to come over? Our address is..." Wan Wei disguised her natural voice, doing her best to play a convincing nurse.
Sure enough, Li Fu was fooled. He quickly said he would come right away and asked Wan Wei to take good care of him.
Wan Wei smiled. "...You and Mr. Zhuang have such a wonderful relationship. It really is enviable."
After hanging up, Wan Wei opened the contacts and found someone she had not