After Yin Zhengchuan returned to Shandong, he finally finished dealing with company business and counted the days on the calendar. There were only a dozen or so days left before Wei Zisu came to Shandong!
With an excited heart and trembling hands, he changed his WeChat nickname to "12 days to go."
His close friend and buddy Fang Mian messaged him on WeChat: "Twelve days till what?"
Yin Zhengchuan replied, "My wedding."
"Holy shit! You're serious!"
"Of course! My dad's writing the invitations right now. Remember to come celebrate with us."
Fang Mian simply couldn't believe that a roughneck and army hooligan like Yin Zhengchuan could marry an omega as gorgeous as the one in those TV commercials. Especially when that roughneck was his own buddy-it felt terribly unfair to someone who had been single for over twenty years.
"Buddy, could that celebrity be pulling your leg?"
"Pulling my leg? What do you mean?"
"Here's the thing. I heard a lot of reality shows these days don't tell anyone they're filming, to make things more authentic. Could it be that the celebrity is pretending to marry you because the production team arranged it, and you're the only one being kept in the dark?"
Yin Zhengchuan said, "If that's really the case, those twelve days will be a countdown to your death."
Fang Mian: ...
Yin Zhengchuan had no time for his nonsense. He dragged his dad around to seven or eight wedding planners in a single day. Qin Qin was from Jiangsu, a southerner just like Wei Zisu, so Yin Zhengchuan trusted his dad's taste!
Qin Qin took this very seriously too, screening everything from venue choices to decorations.
Mostly because he had no choice but to take it seriously.
Yin Zhengchuan and his father had actually planned to cover the entire hotel in big red lanterns and red silk, then add blinding karaoke-bar lights to create a festive atmosphere.
Afraid they would scare his son-in-law away, he could only handle it himself.
"Son, talk to Zisu too. Ask what ideas he has for the wedding, especially the outfits. Does he prefer Chinese or Western styles? Also, how many relatives will be coming from his side? We need to apply for a flight route in advance so our plane can pick them up. There are lots of things you two need to discuss. After all, this is the most important day for both of you."
Yin Zhengchuan said, "I asked. He said anything was fine and to do whatever we thought best. Also, he said none of his relatives would come. He'd be the only one attending."
Qin Qin looked at his son's slightly aggrieved expression and understood what was going on.
The fool probably still hadn't let Zisu know how he felt. Never mind. He would deal with it once Zisu arrived.
Under normal circumstances, he didn't recommend parents interfering in their children's affairs, but when necessary, giving things a little push was fine.
Ever since Wei Zisu's last Weibo post cursing out Yuan Zizhen and Sun Liang, the company had taken back his account, leaving him unable to log in.
Sister Qian had mercifully returned his account today only because Director Zhang wanted the actors to post on Weibo, interact with fans, and promote the drama. Sister Qian repeatedly warned him not to post anything reckless, and especially not to curse out Yuan Zizhen again.
Over the phone, Wei Zisu gave his assurances without the slightest hesitation.
Then, the very next second, he posted on Weibo: "Finally found time to respond. Yes, I'm married. Do not disturb."
Half a minute later, his account was forcibly logged out again.
Messages from Sister Qian arrived one after another, all sixty-second voice messages.
News that he was married had been spreading like wildfire over the past few days. He had wanted to respond ages ago.
What was the big deal? Seriously, what was the big deal?!
It was just getting married, yet they wouldn't even let him say it. Playing the secret-marriage game would only get him cursed out even worse when it came to light.
Biting his nail, he hesitantly tapped one of the messages, and Sister Qian's explosive voice immediately rang out.
"Wei Zisu!! You're digging your own grave!! The company just decided to hype you and Wu Hao as a couple to boost your popularity, and you go and announce that you're married! You really won't leave yourself a single way out!!"
Wei Zisu closed WeChat.
Hype him and Wu Hao as a couple? Now that would be digging his own grave!
He logged into his alternate account, "If you can fight, don't argue," and read the comments under his main Weibo account.
"I told you, he really got married! He and Sun Liang had barely broken off their engagement before one got engaged and the other got married. It's hard not to suspect they were both already seeing other people before they broke it off!"
"And he had the nerve to curse out Yuan Zizhen before. He should take a look at what kind of trash he is himself."
"Seriously? Someone still wanted an omega who'd had a broken engagement? Sun Liang must've worn him out over those three years. I wouldn't take him even for free. Did he just find some random old man to marry?"
"Speaking of which, how come nobody can find any information on his husband? I'm dying of curiosity."
"If he were anybody important, people would've found him already. Maybe he really is an old farmer who spends his days bent over the fields, and that's why nobody can find him."
"What a load of bullshit! Nothing but crap coming out of your mouths!!"
Among the many suspiciously uniform comments, a user named "National Prosperity and People's Strength" spoke up, refuting everyone who slandered Wei Zisu.
"Wei Zisu is a really good person. Sun Liang cheating is an indisputable fact. As for his marriage, that alpha was assigned to him by the state after he broke off his engagement. Got a problem with that?"
With the name "National Prosperity and People's Strength" above his comments, he gave people the feeling they were being interrogated by a national leader. Even those who had a problem didn't dare swear in the replies to his comment.
"Even if the state arranged it, how good a catch could he be? I heard the alphas the state assigns are all rejects nobody else wanted."
National Prosperity and People's Strength: 189 centimeters, eighty kilos, very handsome, and he has eight-pack abs. Oh, and on his first night visiting Wei Zisu on set, he treated the whole crew to a roast lamb feast.
"Holy shit?!"
The commenters lost their composure.
"For realsies? Dude, you've got inside information? Hurry up and tell us!"
Wei Zisu thought about it. This National Prosperity and People's Strength knew so much that it was reasonable to suspect he was-
Someone on the crew.
After all, the only people around him who had met Yin Zhengchuan and knew he had treated everyone to dinner were people on the crew.
Who could it be? Wei Zisu wondered. Who even knew Yin Zhengchuan had abs?
He hadn't even seen them himself...
Right, when Yin Zhengchuan worked as a stunt double, the wardrobe stylist had helped him change. Could they have seen them then?
He opened National Prosperity and People's Strength's profile and unexpectedly discovered that he was a fan of his too. Most of his posts were about him.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Wei Zisu messaged him from his alternate account: "Hi, are you a friend of Wei Zisu's?"
National Prosperity and People's Strength: "Yes. Do you need something?"
Wei Zisu raised his eyebrows and continued, "Is everything you said about Wei Zisu's husband true?"
National Prosperity and People's Strength: "Of course. I saw him with my own eyes, okay? Those two are a perfect match!"
All right, he really was someone on the crew.
To get friendly with him, he said, "I'm a fan of Wei Zisu's. Thanks for speaking up for him just now."
National Prosperity and People's Strength: "You're a fan of Wei Zisu's?"
"Yep."
National Prosperity and People's Strength: "There isn't a single post about Wei Zisu on your profile. You don't even follow his super topic, and you even liked a promotional post about Yuan Zizhen and Sun Liang's beautiful love story."
Wei Zisu: ??
"It's a misunderstanding. My finger slipped, I swear."
Unfortunately, National Prosperity and People's Strength wouldn't listen and launched straight into a tirade: "A hater pretending to be a fan? Pah! Listen up, you little haters. As long as your daddy here is alive, I'll protect Wei Zisu! If you want to smear him, you'll have to get through me first!"
With that, he decisively blocked Wei Zisu's alternate account.
For the first time in his life, Wei Zisu felt warm inside after being cursed out, without the slightest urge to curse back.
He hadn't even known he had such a loyal fan. That really was something to be happy about.
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